Cartoons, cartoons, cartoons.... John Crowther's Cartoon Odyssey
I think of it as The Fool's Journey. I've been asked who the "fool" is. It's me, but in the classical sense of the court jester. Only the fool was allowed to tell the king of his follies. All cartoons are available as prints or originals, framed or unframed, through my website or e-mail. For mugs, t-shirts, and other products visit my gift shop at www.zazzle.com/jcrowtherart* (be sure to include the *).
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Rain, Rein, Reign
Better late than never, okay? Spent the past two days in Palm Springs (Palm Desert, actually, but close) with our high school boys at a lacrosse tournament. There are those who say that at my age I should be reclining on a sofa watching football games. I say, no way. There's no fun on earth like coaching youngsters; no beauty as great as the sun-drenched warm desert in winter with the surrounding mountains dusted by last night's snow.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving Y'all!
I had the dubious pleasure of trying a bite or two of Tofurkey the other day, handed out as a sample at Trader Joe's. I vote nay. Okay, it tastes vaguely like turkey soaked in gravy, and yes, if you shut your eyes and concentrate there is a glancing resemblance to authentic texture, if slightly glutinous, but try as I might I couldn't get past the awareness it was created in a laboratory by chemists, not in a kitchen by cooks. But then I've always felt that making something perfectly good taste like something else, the way they do with turkey baloney, is ridiculous. Of course, carrot cake tastes exactly like spice cake, so why waste all those carrots that go better with the blue cheese dip?
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
You Are What You Eat
"Other circumstances being the same, it may be affirmed that countries are populous according to the quantity of human food which they produce or can acquire, and happy according to the liberality with which this food is divided, or the quantity which a day's labour will purchase." Thomas R. Malthus, Essay on the Principle of Population, 1798. Or the number of molecular combinations they can come up with to create artificial tastes?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Dumb Dee Dumb Dumb
Can there be any more frustrating aspect of modern life than automated phone systems with endless menus passing you on to the next menu? And in the end none have what you called about and you find yourself screaming psychotically into the phone, "I want a real %&!* person to talk to," your last shred of sanity aware that you're attempting to communicate with a machine whose voice recognition program doesn't register the invective.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Write You Are
I'll break from my own self-made tradition a bit to point out an aspect of the cartoon-making process. I originally had a typewriter on the desk, thinking it to be emblematic of a certain traditional writer mind-set. Thanks to the magic of Photoshop it's now a computer. It seemed to me that shopping for a computer is the contemporary writer's version of sharpening pencils and ducking out for a capuccino as a stalling tactic.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Ruining Mate
"The idea that you can merchandise candidates for high office like breakfast cereal.... is, I think, the ultimate indignity for the democratic process." Adlai E. Stevenson. It's a little known fact that in 1956 Stevenson chose not to select a running mate, preferring to leave it up to the Democratic Party convention. They chose Estes Kefauver, who won out over the then Junior Senator from Massachusetts John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It Should Be Called the Evening Olds
It's always disconcerting when the news reports on a subject you have experience with and they get something wrong. It doesn't bode well for everything else they report on. I have substantial experience with aviation. The other evening a local news broadcast reported on an incident involving two airplanes on "Runway 876" at a certain airport. Fine, except that there's no runway in the world designated as 876. All runways everywhere are named according to their compass heading, so that, for instance, a runway heading of 210 degrees would be Runway 21 in one direction and Runway 3 (30 degrees) in the opposite direction. Information you probably never needed to know, except don't trust the news.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Liar, Liar
A psychologist was conducting a survey, asking volunteers what they would think about if they were in an airplane about to crash. "My wife and children," the first volunteer offered, "because they'd have no one to take care of them." "My poor old mother," said the second, "because she'd be alone in the world without me." "Big boobs," answered the third. "Why is that?" the psychologist asked. "Because," said the man, "I always think about big boobs."
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Blame It On Someone Else
Well, we got through another Friday the 13th, but I'm seized with a most disquieting thought. What if there's a kind of cosmic drift and gradually Saturday the 14th has become even more volatile without any of us noticing, kind of the way magnetic north is moving slightly year by year? One more thing to worry about.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Frankly Speaking
I offer this cartoon today as an homage (pronounced, of course, the snooty way, oh-mahj') to the most ubiquitous of foods, some kind of dough wrapped around some kind of filling. We have sandwiches, tacos and enchiladas, cannelloni, gyros, egg rolls, blintzes and blinis, crepes, and, I'd guess, many hundreds of variations across the myriad cultures of the world, traceable back to when mankind first discovered the miracle and utility of flour.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Man's Best Fiend
Best Buds
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Face to Face
It was bad enough when a simple "Good-bye" gave way to "Have a nice day," which became nearly ubiquitous in Los Angeles, especially in supermarket check-out lanes and among bank tellers. At some point (notice I didn't say "at some point in time") "Have a good one" crept into our everyday language and has remained. Have a good what one, for goodness sake? Dinner? Bath? Bowel movement?
Monday, November 09, 2009
In One End
Sunday, November 08, 2009
The Deep End
It's easy to fall into the media trap of over-analyzing and soul-searching every time a loony goes over the edge and wreaks havoc. What's astonishing is that such events are as statistically rare as they are. With millions of us jammed into relatively small spaces and living in conditions that make rats' mazes look like a vacation, breathing crappy air and dodging hurtling tons of iron driven by fools who don't know traffic laws from "twinkle, twinkle little star" it's astonishing most of us get along as well as we do.
Christmas is almost upon us, and you can't give a better gift than laughter.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Friday, November 06, 2009
Clean Sweep
Apropos of nothing, I'm reminded of one of my least favorite contemporary linguistic absurdities, one that has become unbelievably popular, even among people who should know better: "At this point in time...." I mean, c'mon. I'd like to popularize the phrase "at that point in space," meaning, of course, "there."
Thursday, November 05, 2009
3 Candles
Today I'm posting my 1098th cartoon, which would be just another number except that today also marks the completion of The Fool's 3rd year without missing a day. This, of course, is a matter of quantity, not necessarily quality. As for that, I'm reminded of the answer movie producer Sir Lew Grade (widely known as Sir Low Grade) gave years ago when asked about his current productions. "Some good, some bad," he said, "all great."
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Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Peace, Dude
In the last year 12 billion rounds of ammunition were sold in the U.S., an increase of 7 to 10 billion over previous years. Meanwhile, an army study shows that 70 percent of potential candidates for service in the armed forces are ineligible because of overweight, low academic scores, physical problems, criminal records, and, um, because they're stoned out of their gourds. Are all those rejects for the service stocking up on bullets? Scary, man.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
The Greeks Had a Word For It
Man comes home from work early and finds his wife in bed naked and a man's clothes draped over a chair. After a quick search, the enraged husband finds the owner of the clothes cowering in a closet au naturel. "I was just passing by and had to go to the bathroom," the man stammers. "Your wife was kind enough to let me in. I was all ready to go when you arrived, and since I knew it looked bad I figured I'd better hide. "Do you expect me to believe that?" the husband raged. "No, but under the circumstances can you think of a better excuse?"