Fri, Feb 27, 2015 - Carnivore Us I'm pretty convinced that, if humanity survives the next handful of castrophes and goes out into the stars to create a trillion-year legacy, we're gonna look back at right now (if we have anything even sideways resembling records of this period), and swiftly conclude that we are all irredeemable assholes for eating meat. Don't get me wrong; I love eating meat. I do it all the time. But if there is any afterlife justice to be found in this universe, by creator-god or mass-consensus or thing we are as unable to conceive as a bacteria is unable to appreciate a pencil, the thing we have yet to create in this universe, that God we want and expect made eveything and if he or she or it or they do't exist we'll damn well create her/him/them/it, that thing or it or us will look back at us and judge us guilty. No excuse. True, you didn't think you were doing anything wrong. But your meat-eating pleasure was built on the terror and murder of countless thousands of pain-knowing beings. So let's have a few rounds of life as those beings, and we'll consider your application again. Yikes. Not lookin' forward to it. But in the meantime, here are
Fri, Feb 6 - Ooper Bowl I'd never claim to be a football fan, or that particular brand of same known as a Seattle Seahawks fan, but I watched the game. And as games go, I gotta say that game gave good game. Much as I would've preferred another outcome, the mere fact that we went from one unbelieveable "What just happened?" moment of amazed joy directly to another "What just happened?" moment of stunned disappointment is proof enough for me that the sports, they can be pretty entertaining at times. None of this, of course, has the slighted bearing on this week's strip
Fri, Jan 30 - From the Heart I've written a lot of cartoons over the years, tackled many subjects big ans small. I've addressed issues of the heart, notions of the brain, and qualities of the universe. But never --and I do mean never-- before have I had the moral courage to go after the subject of this week's strip. Until now. Until today. At long last it has come to this. We are here, and we must face
Fri, Jan 23 - That Poor, Poor Guy I just feel bad for him, the dude in this week's strip. He's just so helpless, just has no defences, no understanding of what's about to happen. It' wasn't his fault; it could have been anybody. But this week it was him. I dunno; maybe I'm too close to the situation. I'll let you folks decide as you unravel
Jan 15 - Fr-fr-fr-FRI-DAY
Jan 15 - Fr-fr-fr-ferferfer-frer-FRIDAY Why hello readers, do you still exist? I must admit I'm shocked. I've been obvious about just how little I have cared about stuff, politics, the power of econonmies and many diffirent things. All of you who still read this ridiculous blog, you who check in on your own account on Fridays, without machinery feeding you everything you've always wanted: welcome back! This week's cartoon is a simple exercise in me trying to not spend all my gettting-to-sleep sleeping moments thinking about Ultron. It is called Sooooooooo, yes, I'm pretty much holding down my life in hopes I'm still alive 3 and one 1/2 months until May 1, when Marvel's Avenger's Age of Ultron appears in theaters. I want that movie so bad. I want it to be mean and angry, to have jokes like the last one, but for it to be ugly and helpless and about how Avengers can't avenge. I'm even willing for it to be one of those goddamn stories in which super-heroes spend the whole time doing nothing else but clean up the messes they themselves create (the very worst motherfukking superhero stories that have ever been written). Like, as though, it's as if superheroes were super great at stopping bank robberies or back-alley muggings, problems they could punch in the face. As though Crrime was the only social ill that needed powerful people to address. Crime, it turns out, is a great social ill for superheroes because it's punchable. Poverty? Disease? Hunger? Injustice? Less punchable by dudes or gals in leather or spangly-colored outfits. Far more difficult to find answers. But problems just the same, and I do love those Avengers. And I have no choice but wonder about the robots that hate them. Thus, please read (the same comic linked above!)
Fri, Dec 19 - Peace! Hey, folks, it's that time of the year again, that time when I head back to Edmonton for Christmas, that time when, because I'm stupid, I'm not able to do site updates until my return. So, here it is: the last angryflower.com update of 2014! WOOOOOO *cough cough*. But fear not, dear readers. I know it's cold out there, cold and dark, so for this last update, I give you not one but TWO cartoons! Okay, admittedly, one of them maybe isn't all the great or "funny," but I heard somewhere it's the thought that counts and I'm sticking to it. So, here's one: and right behind it, here's the other: See y'all next yar!