Should I add cartoons to my posts?

Throughout history, people have sometimes gotten their best ideas from dreams.    For me, my dreams were never transferable to the real world, but I just woke up from one that could be.

Back in my early 20s, I drew cartoon panels of a young woman who was a kind of depiction of myself.   I put her into exaggerated real life situations, sort of humorous “graphic novels.”   I gave the main character my initials at the time “S.K.” a/k/a “The Loser.”  (I had such great self esteem, didn’t I?)  A couple of years ago I dug the cartoons up and  actually thought they were quite good, if a little dated (they were drawn in 1981).

Here are the links to the two posts that show both “graphic novels.”   There are only two of them.  For some reason, this was a hobby I never pursued but perhaps I should have.

The individual pictures can be clicked on to make them larger so you can read them.

Adventures of S.K. “The Loser”: A Cartoon Diary of Myself at Age 22 (1 of 2)

Adventures of S.K. “The Loser”: A Cartoon Diary of Myself at Age 22 (2 of 2)

On occasion, even on this blog, when I couldn’t find an appropriate image, I have made my own drawings.   In fact, I did this a few blog posts ago on a post called Big Changes.   I didn’t work too hard on that cartoon, and I’m certainly no Charles M. Schultz, but I think it still works well on the post.

I’ve always been in awe of certain cartoonists.  Schultz is one.  I’ve been a Peanuts fan since childhood (I was shocked when I learned that Schultz never really intended his cartoons to be for children, and the kids seem unusually “adult” in their interactions, thinking, and reactions to things).

Back in the late 1980s and 1990s, I became a huge Roz Chast fan.   I bought all her books and scoured copies of The New Yorker in waiting rooms to find her cartoons.  They were seemingly deliberately badly drawn, which made them funnier.   I loved their randomness and sometimes straight up absurdity,  but they always seemed to home in on some great truth about life in a hilarious or absurd way.    I read an article about Chast and found out she was close to my age (just a few years older), but in many ways her life seemed to parallel mine.  I imagined that Chast was me without all the baggage and low self esteem that kept me from ever really pursuing any of my dreams — or even knowing what those dreams were.

A couple of  one-panel Roz Chast cartoons:

a-statue-of-a-man-reading-roz-chast thereassurer

I have been losing views, and maybe adding more of my own line drawings and cartoons might bring new life to this blog.  What do you think?

Roz Chast’s weird universe.

Everyone who reads this blog probably already knows I go a little nuts over Roz Chast cartoons. This is possibly my favorite cartoon of hers ever. It’s from her book Parallel Universes.

I just love how weird she is.

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(I think the snowman was photoshopped–the original cartoon had a sort of stick-like creature–but it’s actually kind of funny this way).

I love Roz Chast.


Since she first started drawing her childish little cartoons with their random humor about everyday truths we all take for granted in the New Yorker back in the early 1980s, I’ve been a fan. I have all her books of cartoons, and have used several on this site, including this one, which is one of my favorites (and is typical of her brand of humor):


I feel like Roz Chast and I could be BFF’s. She has the same sense of humor I do and in some ways her life reflects what I would have wanted to become had I not been held back by my abusers (and self sabotaged any chances I had to make a living doing something I loved). Chast also thinks about a lot of the same weird things I think about that I imagine no one else thinks about–or I get met with a blank look when I do verbalize these weird thoughts.

I bet she was raised by narcissists.

I used to do this exact same thing! As an 8-12 year old, I was a hypochondriac and read my endocrinologist uncle’s medical texts for “fun.” I was fascinated by them but usually wound up worrying myself sick imagining I had the symptoms of some rare disease I’d read about.

So…I just found out today about Roz Chast’s new book, “Can’t We Talk About Something More Pleasant?” Amazon says it’s basically an autobiography told in pictures and cartoons.
I can’t wait to get this.