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Published — 17 May 2026 ⏭ Bizarro · Dan Piraro

Sticky Heat

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below.

Since 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Hey, there Jazz Pickles. Welcome to this thing now.

Since the world at large can be a daunting horror show these days, I’ve got some amusing entertainment suggestions for you this week.

After a hard day of thinking, writing, drawing, and suppressing the urge to remember where we hid those cyanide pills, Olive Oyl and I watch a little TV at night to unwind.

Never the news, of course. That would be as relaxing as drinking monkey vomit and setting our hair on fire. No, we look for programs that express original, human creativity and remind us why our species is more magical and special than computerized word-guessing machines will ever be able to emulate.

Here are a few things we’ve loved lately:

Widow’s Bay—series on Apple TV. Matthew Rys, whom you’ve doubtless seen on numerous other great shows, plays the mayor of a quaint New England island town that hopes to become the next Martha’s Vineyard, but is beset by ludicrous legends of an encyclopedia of horror cliches. Rys brilliantly plays the straight man, trying to control every other absurdly eccentric character, all of which are perfectly played without going over the line. Viewers quickly realize the legends are true, and it becomes a horror story that is laugh-out-loud hilarious. Comedy-horror has been done before, but this is a cut above any that I’ve seen.

Big Mistakes—Netflix series. This is a dysfunctional family comedy starring and created by Dan Levy (Eugene Levy’s son and creator of Schitt’s Creek). It’s somewhat less original than Widow’s Bay, but still funnier by my reckoning than most modern sitcom fare. If the first episode makes you laugh, you’ll love it. If not, move on.

She Came to Me—(2023) movie, Netflix. This one hasn’t been as well-reviewed as the shows mentioned above, but I suspect that’s because it is odd and offbeat. I love unusual and surprising stories, and Olive Oyl and I found this one charming and fun. It’s a “romantic comedy,” but without the cliche recipes we’re used to, and it’s not remotely sticky-sweet. The casting is perfect, and the characters and storyline have depth. If you don’t like operatic love stories about tugboat captains, this one may not be for you.

Marty, Life is Short—documentary, Netflix. This overview of the life of comedian Martin Short is terrific, unless you hate him. I haven’t loved everything he’s done, but I have been in awe of many of the weird characters he’s created. Ed Grimley and Jiminy Glick are two that I still find laugh-out-loud funny. His energy and creativity fairly leap off the screen, and this documentary of his personal life and career is full of inspiring and heartbreaking surprises. He is a uniquely creative human being with admirable depth, and O2 and I just loved this film.

Finally, not coming to your TV but soon to your computer screen, is next Friday’s installment (22 May, 2026) of my subscription creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. It’s a non-political, humorous article about a handful of vintage Bizarro cartoons illustrating how a certain famous toy is a metaphor for all of our lives.

You’ll either love it or feel neutral about it, but I guarantee it won’t make your eyes sting or your face morph into a nightmarish mask resembling a humanoid weasel. Here’s how it starts:

The Most Terrifying Role Most of Us Never Play
Do You Have the Courage to Play it?
Can you guess what the first toy advertised on TV was? It sold over a million units in the first year, has appeared in numerous films, and is still in production after three-quarters of a century. No, it’s not the Barbie doll — though, like her, it is also devoid of genitals.
The toy I’m referring to is a covert metaphor for each of us, a mirror of humanity, which may explain its enduring allure. When we played with it, we were unwittingly practicing life.

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Join me now to find out what gifts of chucklementation Wayno’s Bizarro comics from the week shall bestow…

Don’t be surprised if this absurd suggestion becomes a reality in the near future, as the insatiable greed of Jeff Bezos continues to consume what’s left of his soul. (Oh, how I wish I were kidding.)

If she’s going to exercise “wristry” as well as palmistry, I think she should add it to her sign.

File this under “near puppet experiences.”

At least he fulfilled his calling to feed the hungry.

Haunting without moving your lips is harder than you’d think.

And, we hope, wearer of underpants.

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Published — 10 May 2026 ⏭ Bizarro · Dan Piraro

Geek Tragedy

I’m Dan Piraro, the creator of the Bizarro newspaper comic, and this is my weekly blog post. The large Sunday comic above is mine, as are all of the non-cartoon comments below.

Since January 2018, the Monday-Saturday Bizarro comics have been written and drawn by my comics partner, Wayno. For more fun, check out Wayno’s weekly blog post this week.

And here’s this week’s ANSWER KEY to my Sunday comic’s Secret Symbols.

Cock-a-doodle-doo, Jazz Pickles.

That greeting seems appropriate this week as we discuss lesser-known characters of Greek Mythology.

You’re probably familiar with centaurs (half-human, half-horse) and satyrs (half-horny-human, half-goat), but few are acquainted with the half-human, half-chicken, poultraurs.

Poultraurs subsisted on a diet of insects, worms, greens, and berries, just like regular chickens. This made them unpopular dinner guests, as they were almost as difficult to cook for as vegans.

On the plus side, watching them prance around the yard on human legs, pecking the ground, could be amusing. I won’t even get into their reproductive process, as it was fairly disturbing.

I confess the above comic contains an inaccuracy: the poultraur I’ve drawn has the head of a hen, which are female, but is referred to as a “brother.” My bad. I chose the head of a hen because it is inherently funnier than that of a rooster. I’m not sure why, exactly, but that’s my comedy instinct after nearly half a century as a humorist.

Sadly, poultraurs are extinct. During the severe famine Greece endured during WWII, the top half of poultraurs were widely consumed. It led to the expression, “finger-licking semi-cannibalism,” a phrase that was partially appropriated by a certain American fast-food chain a few years later.

If you enjoy these little cloud-burst blog posts, you’ll doubtless thrill to my creative writing project, The Naked Cartoonist. It’s $5 a month for the entire archive and a new article every two weeks. It’s one of the ways I’m supporting Olive Oyl and myself, as well as paying Wayno to do his award-winning thing.

My most recent article is titled “Ten Things I Have in Common with Trump.” It’s a political satire that includes such points as: “We have each been married three times,” (though none of my wives left me because I cheated on them with a porn star); “I have put my name on things” (such as my underwear when I went to summer camp, but never buildings that were already named or a catalog of cheap crap), etc. Here’s a preview:

I Have Fantasized About Being a Superhero
When I was four years old, my mother ordered a Superman suit for me from a catalog and snapped a photo as I posed before running outside to pretend to fly. I was not an 80-year-old leader of the (previously) free world, nor did I share those images on social media, but my mother kept the photo in my childhood scrapbook.

That’s an actual photo of me on the left, while the image at right is some of the stellar work of a mindless robot. This article will doubtless cost me a few subscriptions if I have any MAGA fans left, which I doubt. Oh well.

Time now for the week’s Bizarro comics by Wayno, or Captain Chuckles, as they call him in the Marvel Universe.

The third and fourth Secret Symbols in this one were hard to find even for me.

O2 and I recently endured a cafe musician who was worse than a tone-deaf, drunken, karaoke singer.

Full disclosure: I’m completely against live music in restaurants. It is invariably too loud. If I wanted to eliminate any chance of meaningful conversation with unbearable noise, I’d dine in a teenager’s bedroom.

Once they start to embed computer chips in our brains, this will be inevitable. Rented movies & series on Amazon Prime now include commercial breaks, I guess because Bezos doesn’t have enough money to keep up with his new wife’s plastic surgery addiction.

Speaking of big brass, years ago, in NYC, I happened upon a performance by Edward Babb and the McCullough Sons of Thunder. I can honestly say it was a spiritual experience. Here’s a short clip on YouTube. To skip the long intro, the music starts at 3:25.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkQnnoJ0xJw

In contrast, I’ve never encountered a sermon that could do what that thundering band I mentioned in the comment above did. IMHO, music has an unexplainable, mystical power.

If there were one of these in the White House, a certain grievance-baby-in-chief would never come above ground.

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