Part of the ongoing series, Ghoulish Victorians.
Archive for April, 2009
Stay classy
April 18, 2009
It looks like he’s mad, but he actually likes it. Canine Buttock Augmentation is an elective procedure, after all.
All up in your grid
April 17, 2009So what we have here is a series of simple dwellings fixed with various antennae and satellite dishes.
grass hut on stilts
caravan
I think this is made of dried mud or something
a teepee! Poorly scanned, sorry.
a cardboard box. Times are tough.
But wait, there’s more! In the future, even the most banal structures will look like a robot laser tag arena from the Jetsons. For instance: 
a long-term residence motel. And of course:
Let me know if you want to use this for your college thesis.
This is now officially the largest book I own
April 16, 2009The New Yorker must have paid for the good shipping, because I just got my prize winnings. Will this put me in a higher tax bracket?
Moments later, I was crushed under its weight. If you’re in the area, I could use some help.
I let him keep the scarf
April 16, 2009
This is my version of Doctor Who. His time machine is now a crazy punchcard-driven oscillator/theremin/adding machine instead of the police box, but you can still hang out in it.
I have arrived
April 15, 2009Remember the fun we had with reader interaction last week? Well it just got fun-er. Thanks to Ari, who apparently has a ladyfriend who cared enough to make him this:
You’re a lucky man, Ari.
Another piece of sage advice
April 15, 2009
or anyone else who can go naked without indecent exposure. That’s right Barbie, I’m talking about you. We all know what you did to Skipper.
New Yorker Dogs at the Bar Contest
April 13, 2009
I don’t want to make too big a deal of this, but I’m a pretty big wheel over at the New Yorker. In fact, I can probably introduce you to, um, that famous guy that works there. Michael J. Fox?
Let me know if you want to come over and see my Editor’s Choice award sometime. Some people think its pretty special, but I don’t let it get to me. I mean, I wrote an award-winning cartoon, so what? I still put on my diamond-encrusted pants one leg at a time.
