In the beginning, all they had was rocks and sticks. The good stuff didn't come till MUCH later.
The idea of drawing a Caveman Santa was suggested to me by Gay McKinnon. Thanks, Gay! Merry Christmas, everyone!
Everything was bigger in Oog and Thag's day: It was the CRACK! heard 'round the world! My brother suggested a gag about wishbones, so after a little thought I ended up with this idea. Thanks, Bro! Plus, a bonus gag. How about that?
Sorry, no time to come up with a gag cartoon this week, but here's some rough monsters I designed when I was doing visual development on the 'Cloudy With a Chance Of Meatballs' feature. These creatures are entirely made up of gooey food that has fallen from the sky. This will have to do for my Halloween entry. Have a good one.
I'm still too busy to do a new cartoon gag, sorry. It takes time and effort to come up with these things, maybe next week. But for now here's another relic from the cartoon vault. This one dated 1983. Looks like his feet got entangled. What was your most embarrassing moment, hmm?
So, I'm back in-house again at WB helping to develop a direct-to-video after some much-needed time off. My first week there has been very time consuming, so I wasn't able to draw up a cartoon for the blog this week. As a result I was forced back into my cartoon vault, wayyy back, and found this relic. It's dated 1978, the earliest drawing I've ever published here, from back when I was still in short pants and drawing what I called my 'bloody cartoons' for my junior college friends. I was very influenced by Gahan Wilson's Playboy humor and Charles Rodrigues' cartoons in the National Lampoon. I still like depicting old people in compromising situations, but would back off from depicting blood like this. Maybe it's because I feel a lot more mortal now that I've clocked a few years since those rash days. I figure this could end up being me splattered on the floor one day. Not so funny now, is it Mr. Ted? Hope it never comes to pass, but if it does, I hope I can laugh at the irony.
Hey, what'dya know... I had this old cartoon already done, and it satisfied the Illustration Friday word pretty well this week. So cool... I'm finished. Wish I had stacks of unpublished cartoons to get me out of work.
I found three different versions of this idea roughed out as I was going through my stack of old gags. This one made me chuckle so that's good enough for me. I cleaned it up for you and shredded the other two.
I wonder if old beach-combing dogs dream of finding that elusive canned ham some day?
I think my Glyptodon's scale might be a tad small compared to the painting below. Is it just me or is there something humorous about those guys stalking that giant creature? I think it's a funny painting.
Hank and Marion both believed that the best way to arrive at their destination relaxed and refreshed was to travel by cow, but since they had both lost spouses from being swatted, they were very careful to choose first-class seating. Never Coach.
I don't know what to say about this one...
-except the gag I came up with for the Illustration Friday word, 'Protest', just wasn't funny enough to me and I didn't feel like trying to make it better right now. Perhaps I'll go back to it later, and this odd little cartoon will suffice for now. Enjoy! -Ted
Remember those three teenagers who were taunting and throwing things at the Siberian tiger at the San Francisco Zoo five years ago? Allegedly they even jumped inside the railing to taunt it, which enraged the tiger. The tiger jumped the twelve and a half foot wall and then gave them a good whooping, killing one and maiming the other two. The tiger was then shot by police and the families successfully sued the zoo. This cartoon idea was just a caption in my sketchbook from a long time ago, so I decided to finally draw it up today. At the same time it reminded me of that SF Zoo story, so I looked it up to read about it again. It's a shame what humans do to animals.
I was struggling with the Illustration Friday word this week, "Children' because I couldn't make a 'show and tell' gag funny that I had in my head, though I tried many times to rough out the idea. Finally I threw it all in the trash, and then out of nowhere I came up with this bit of weirdness. Yes, Junior will be happier with the eyes he was born with, but he'll never know the great things a guy can look up and see with eyeballs on top of his feet.
Hey, don't blame me for my crude imagination; I'm just saying it before one of you makes the comment. I'm beatin' ya to the punch(line). hee hee
Fermin was determined to make this job stick, to break the stereotypes and prove that a bull CAN work in a China Shop. .....Also, there were only two other job openings available to him at the employment agency: one in a Spanish Bull Ring, and the other a vague listing... something about a slaughter house.
Sorry for my absence, but hopefully I'm back with a bang and a backfire. I had fun drawing this one up. I consider it a rough but do you think it would make a good inspirational poster if I do a tight cleanup of it? I really want to. I'm hoping this little piece of Americana might inspire flies as well as people. The Illustration Friday word for the week was 'Liquid'. Hope they don't throw me out. ha.
Thought you might like to see a little teaser for the cartoon book I've been working on. It's my little tribute to the C-players of costumed crime fighting.
I'm a little over half way done with this first book and having a ball. Hopefully you will enjoy it when it's all done. -Ted
So Im worried that, with all this smart phone technology numbing our brains, that people are getting dumber and dumber. If animals start getting smarter, then we just might end up with a Bunny Babysitter. Just thinkin' out loud.
In my world dogs may not have thumbs but they can use a hammer anyway. That's why I love cartooning, because animals can walk upright and do whatever, and nobody questions it. To satisfy the Illustration Friday word this week: 'TRAIN' your dog right! Is that reaching? Oh yeah, no cats were harmed in the making of this cartoon.
It was hard. Leaving all your friends and crawling up on land was not for the squeamish. We tend to forget the great fish pioneers of the Paleozoic, like the Gordons here. They knew the importance of fresh air and abundant sunshine. The timid stayed behind at first, not wanting to venture far from their comfort zones, but like every trend, word of the exciting, new frontier with the dirt-cheap real estate reached the depths, and suddenly EVERY TomFish, DickFish and HarryFish wanted lungs.
Here's hoping that next time you find yourself traveling light years from home, that your vehicle runs as it should, and without any breakdowns, because you don't want to end up like this guy. That new ZEFRAXPOLATOR is going to REALLY set him back! OUCH!
In the last few days I tried roughing out three separate ideas for the illustration Friday word 'Wool', but all of them were so lame I just had to give up. I came up with this instead. I spent enough time thinking about the word that I feel I've earned the right to post this on the site anyway. Maybe Sid's trying to pull the 'wool' over the extra-terrestrial's eyes?
My brother found some more of my Grandfather's cartooning recently while going through stuff at the house I grew up in. I cherish his drawings and am so thankful that more have surfaced. I am posting this new set for your enjoyment.
I always remembered the one he drew of the guy desperately trying to rescue the cat from the tree. I figured it was lost for good, but here it is, a survivor. That drawing made me laugh so hard as a kid. It is so clever.
Here's the link to the original post about my Grandfather and what it was like growing up with him: http://crotchetycomics.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-favorite-cartoonist.html