The Indigestible

…And other things, my own. Stuff that I thought might be worth sharing. Where relevant, the titles associated with each image point to the original blog entry from which it’s drawn. (So to speak.)

Fresh To You From the Anus of a Clown

This is a full-frontal assault on McDonald’s, because they deserve it. There’s a PDF version that’s set up for printing on two sides; it has the cartoon on the front and nutrition data on the back.

High-Tech MRI

The Imaging Center at the hospital had a grand opening recently, and I was asked to make postcards announcing the event.

Actually, we have reason to be proud. We’ve got a 3 Tesla imager, which is more or less capable of sucking the bumper out of chrome at 50 feet; we’re one of the few facilities in our part of the world to boast such a device. That’s why nonprofit hospitals make sense; we didn’t open the Imaging Center to fatten the offshore accounts of a CEO. We did it to make life better for the people who live here.

Well, anyway, say it with humor.

Dr. Thag

This was another postcard design for a lecture series on cardiology. Unfortunately it wasn’t used. (Philistines! I work with philistines!) But even as a rough sketch it’s pretty damn funny anyway.

There’s a series of questions here, the simplest of which is where the hell did he get the jumper cables from?

Most Things Don’t Happen Overnight

We’re expanding our cardiac cath lab, which means a lot of construction work and noise (as well as jackhammering) at the north end of the hospital. I was asked to make a sign/flyer that could be distributed to let patients and visitors know what was happening; here’s the cartoon portion of it.

The Miracles of Easter

Rude — of course. This was a series of toons that began on Good Friday, which is a damn weird thing to call the day you use to mark your god’s murder.

This second item in the Easter miracle is actually a mock advertisement. I like it for a few reasons, mostly having to do with the way Christianity seems to be such a commercial, for-profit endavor — one which, in the US, is also tax free.

I think I’ll be doing more with Holy Toast eucharist in the future. It seems like it could be rich in satire.

This final miracle emerged, of course, on Easter morning.

The Return of Holy Toast

Doesn’t it seem incredibly fatuous that white men feel they have a right to tell black people they’d better worship their white deity — or else?

Given where he lived, assuming he existed at all, the person we call Jesus Christ would have been distinctly brown. Brown enough that some American Christians would view him with distrust and worry about being the victims of a mugging … or a terrorist attack.

Kids These Days

This is something I drew back in 1999, and is probably too geeky even for the Larson crowd. It’s really only funny if you know about the differing ages of loa and what it means.*

* The more recently-erected loa on Rapa Nui are the crudely-made ones. They also tend to lean or fall over much more often than the old-timers.

Strange Beliefs and Odd Superstitions

The cognitive dissonance of the radical right-wing Christist fringe never ceases to frustrate me. It’s bizarre, to me, to claim that one set of holy writs is false — or, more arrogantly, mythical — while at the same time holding one’s own ideas as sacred.

Usually it’s familiarity, and that alone, which lends a taste of authenticity to the things we like to believe, or at least which are woven deeply into our social tableau.

That does not, however, constitute a basis for determining truth.

I’m particularly pleased with the fellow in the last panel. I wanted to express the essence of empty-headed mindless enthusiasm for something of a fairy-tale nature, and I think I managed to capture it pretty well. It’s the eyes especially that do it, I think.

True to form, here’s a PDF of the file in case you want to print it and pass it out or something. Strange Beliefs (460 KB)

Ham Boned

Creating a terrible pun at Ken Ham’s expense.

Ham is what’s called a YEC — a Young-Earth Creationist. Not only does he believe this planet is a mere 6,000 years old; he’s willing to distort, twist and warp his view of the world sufficiently to make it seem sensible.

The problem is that he’s willing to mentally rape thousands of others as well; he recently opened a Creation Museum that features, among other things, exhibits showing humans co-existing peacefully with dinosaurs.

Ham famously claimed that Tyrannosaurus rex was a vegetarian — its six-inch dagger-teeth were used, he said, to open coconuts.

The man’s a fucking idiot.

Someday I hope to have a son like the one in this cartoon: I set ’em up, he knocks ’em down.

Here’s the toon as a PDF. Use as you see fit, but do keep the attribution intact. Thanks. Ham Boned (PDF, 200 KB)

That’s it for now; I’ll add others as they’re extruded.

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