Door To Nowhere

Just in time for the start of school, when children’s thoughts turn to the anticipation of… the last day of school(I know mine did), here’s an old one about that dreaded school time event – a trip to the principal’s office.

I don’t remember the point, or the joke if there is one, of this cartoon.  It begins with Jeddy telling Gralen of the principal’s wish to see him, and then Jeddy gives Gralen a map to find said principal’s office.  This leads Gralen to a door which doesn’t go anywhere.

Either Jeddy was playing a prank on Gralen by giving him the wrong directions to the office, or I was being extra philosophical in my young age, equating a trip to the principal’s office as an expedition fraught with dangers and which will ultimately lead you no where.

Personally though, I believe the clue, and hence the joke, lies more in Jeddy’s statement to himself that he is “good at reading maps.”

Now, why a school would have a door that just leads to a vast space of “nothingness” is anybody’s guess.  But our taxes would still have to pay for it.



In Space, No One Can Hear You Laugh.

Which is probably a good thing in this case, or else people would think that Gralen and Jessy were a couple of rude buttheads.

But, as I stated in my previous post concerning my older cartoons(The Way Back Machine), a lot of the “punchlines” were simply the main character or characters laughing at the guest character’s predicament or…, the way that they talk.  They are certainly not trying to be rude.  They are like children, and when children see, or hear, something funny, they laugh.

If you take it as coming from a young boy with a weird imagination who grew up during a time when political correctness wasn’t even on the radar, maybe you can laugh along with him(and them).

Another thing you will notice about some of these older cartoons of mine, is that I used to make title pages for them(forgot I even did that) and would introduce the characters who were in that days cartoon.  Note that Jessy in this one is described as Gralen’s little brother instead of being Gralen’s son as in more recent episodes(already posted here).  The names would jump around with some characters , as you will see in future postings.  I think the only one who kept his name with his character was Gralen.  He was always the same dinosaur and always the lead.

And with that, here is “Moonlings“:

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The Way Back Machine

And I mean, way, way back.

Just when I thought I had already posted most of my old Gralen and Jeddy cartoons(except for the ones on the extra-big drawing pad that I still haven’t figured out how I am going to scan), my mother calls and tells me she has found another folder with more of my cartoons.

Most of these are even more crudely drawn than my other cartoons, and they usually consist of one character laughing at another character’s predicament, so I can safely say that most of these are older than the ones I have previously posted.  Probably early to mid 70’s, but I will have to ask my mother if she has any idea when I started drawing these, because I have no clue.

The first cartoon I am going to post is one whose joke I have used before, or rather, later, since this one is the earlier version.  But it has to do with the “telephone booth as mirage” trick that deserts like to play on unsuspecting dinosaurs. *See November 2013 post entitled, “Can you see me now?” to view the other similar cartoon*GralenMirageEdit

The Nukes Of Hazardous

I once tried my hand at writing a comic book, or “graphic novel” if you prefer, though with the stick figures I used for the people it wasn’t very graphic.  Didn’t have the patience to draw out the people more realistically, or even to make them cartoony.

For the subjects in this endeavor I used characters from two of my favorite tv shows, The Dukes Of Hazzard, and Knight Rider.  In my story, the “Nukes” were a family who lived in an old nuclear power plant, of which you can see part of in the title panel.  They have a car called the “Private Lee”(I know, kind of obvious) which is continually losing mechanical parts as it drives along, and also has the ability to “talk” via the 01 on the door panel.  Of course, it can only talk in words or phrases that begin with “O” so it doesn’t have that much to say.

The guests in the story are Mikel Knit and his sarcastic talking car, named… uh, well, I won’t say it, but it rhymes with the name of the car from the real show Knight Rider, “KITT”.

To add to the excitement(whatever), there is even a visit from the starship Enterprise from Star Trek on the second page.  Also look for a cameo from one of my favorite characters from the Sunday comics, Bill The Cat from Bloom County.

I never finished this comic.  I think I just couldn’t decide where to go with it after the Enterprise showed up, and/or I just lost interest in it.  Maybe I will finish it… someday.  Until then, please enjoy, some of, The Nukes Of Hazardous!

BTW, it is kind of hard to read.  Especially the first page. Just do your best.



Editorial Bored

Back in my idealistic 20’s, I sometimes found myself incensed at stuff that the media of the time told us we were supposed to be incensed about(I think they’ve quit doing that, haven’t they? No sarcasm tag necessary, right?).

What follows are a few of those things.

The first one deals with the war in the Persian Gulf.  Like the good little – uninformed – liberal that I was at that time, I believed  that the war was “all about oil” and Bush was a warmonger just like Saddam, and that the military brass was censoring all the good stuff out of the reports.  You know, all the stuff that needs to be exposed and that regular citizens like me needed to know about, not thinking whether or not that stuff might risk soldier’s lives if it were out in the open.  Luckily that kind of thinking was a burp in the digestive system of my life(huh?), and I woke up to clearer and more objective thinking.  In the case of the Gulf War, my thinking on it started to change when I heard the Kuwaitis asking for our help.  We could not turn our backs.  And thankfully, at that time, we didn’t.


The next cartoon deals with the “war on drugs” and the perceived hypocrisy going along with it, where the politicians talk a good talk, but then are taking deals under the table with the drug cartels, while the people most effected by drug abuse are used and discarded.  This one may or may not be more factual, given the true racist history of one of the political parties in the U.S. with regards to using minorities by keeping them in their voting bloc while at the same time destroying their chances for personal and economic growth.  I will let you guess which one.


And last but not least let us not forget gun owners and hunters of poor, defenseless animals.  These two cartoons manage to smear not only those two groups but also gets a dig into capitalism and business.  Because as we all know, if hunters wouldn’t hunt them, animals would just self-regulate and not over-populate the land, and if we stayed off “their” land, there would be far fewer car/deer accidents, right? (Once again, no sarc tag needed, I hope)

I was in a discussion a few years back(ok, more than a few) with my brother – who happens to be a hunter – about the sniper who was going around shooting people in random areas.  The whole country was on edge it seemed, not knowing where this guy was going to strike next.  When we got around to who it could possibly be, my brother simply said, “I don’t know.  But I’ll guarantee one thing.  It’s not a hunter.”

Later on after they caught the guy, we found out my brother was right about that.  In fact, the hunters I have come across are not the dumb hicks you see portrayed on tv and the movies.  Most are genuine, honest folks who simply love the outdoors and the challenge of hunting.  A couple of hunters even stopped to help me out when I had hit a deer with my car.  I was with my wife and two stunned kids(one nephew) in the car, and I really appreciate them taking care of getting the dying deer off the road for me, and humanely put it out of it’s misery.  I had no weapon of any kind with me, so I was really at a loss of what to do about the wounded deer.  I mean, I could have driven over it again, but I don’t think the kids would have liked that too much.JK.

It just goes to show you, for a lot of things in life, that you can’t judge a book by its cover.  Or by how and what the media thinks you should judge.



Thanks for reading!

The Good, The Bad, And The Weird. Part 5

You’ll notice there is only one drawing for this installment.  That’s because I cropped out the other one that was on the same piece of paper.  It was kinda racy – in a cartoony way of course, but still – and I decided that was not a way that I wanted this blog to go.

But if you must know what it was about, I will try to describe it… without describing too much.  Both of these drawings were done in the early 90’s, and this one happened to be about the Gulf War.  Anyway, it involved a Desert Storm missile “invading” Saddam Hussein’s body, and the drawing was called “Saddamy”.  You can figure what it looked like from there, and I will just slide on over to the next drawing. 😉

This one involved my growing disgust with what is known as Advertising.  And if I was disgusted with what some advertisers were doing to try to sell items back in the 90’s, you can imagine that my feelings about them have not changed for the better.  Yikes!  It wouldn’t surprise me if some advertising firms were actually thinking like the guy in this drawing.

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