Plastic Haute Couture

Six Pack Rings are a common and persistent environmental problem that needs to be resolved. Read more about it Here

Feelin' Blue

100th Cartoon and Cake

And we'd like to thank you all for staying with us for almost 5 years. Here, have some Cake, but be careful, this particular cake is a Lie. Shall we try to get to 200?

Oh, The Irony!

Smoking Kills. *sigh*

Wisdom

This strip was inspired by This article from the Guardian.

"She is described as awesome. And wonderful. And maybe a little weird. She is the world's oldest-known living wild bird at age 62, and she gave birth to a healthy chick that hatched on 3 February."

New Year's resolution

It's always like that, isn't it?

Ice on the Landing Strip

A Night for Shakespeare

Storm Speech on the Heath

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Act III, Scene 2 from King Lear by William Shakespeare (1623)

King Lear
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!
Crack nature’s moulds, an germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!

Fool
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry
house is better than this rain-water out o’ door.
Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters’ blessing:
here’s a night pities neither wise man nor fool.

King Lear
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man...

The hustle of the breeding season

Still Hating Cats!

...But in a Good Way

Wrong Pole?

Why don't Polar Bears eat Penguins? Do You know?

Hello Albie?

Lighter Pollution

A Hot Summer

Olympic Albatross

Wish I had Ears

Lonely George

Troilo and Cressida, Act 3 scene 3: Thersites

Thank You Bill

Not a Newspaper

We Hate Cats

Off Of Me

A Traffic Cone

You find all sorts of things drifting in the ocean... *sigh*

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Natural Childbirth

Valentine's Day Special

The Seventies

Just an Old Joke

Very Sensible

I'll have my Positive Reinforcement now, Please.

If it wasn't for Christmas

Something to be Learned

Head in the Sand

Cock-a-doodle-doo

A World Without Albatrosses 2

A World Without Albatrosses 1

Disposable Lighters

Albania

The Country

The Hymn

Onomatopoeia 2

Onomatopoeia 1

Descartes

Yoga

Easter Bunny - Easter Special

Ocean Desalination

April Fools' Day

Say Something Witty

Shrove Tuesday