Wag the Werewolf

Vamping up for Halloween

Phil’s Dog

Every dog has his day.
Phil’s dog seizes the day.

Charlie is World’s Dumbest Bird

...and has a potty mouth, too.

Cat Caught Skyping

Egad - a Maine Coon in Bangor, an Abyssinian from Albania, a calico in Rio, a Portugeuse Siamese—they’re everywhere! Pried his little paw off the mouse which he claimed was so named because it’s remnant human memory of implanted computer tech from alien cat scientists.
Overheard them gloating “the feline mind invasion nears completion.”
Met with hostile silence trying to elicit more info. Threats useless—critter crapped in my slippers and went on a three-day hunger strike.
Odds are it’s just harmless delusions, but can I risk it?

Monsanto Invites You to Eat This

Here’s a nice, juicy, red-ripe tomato, fresh from the garden. 100% organic, nothing genetically altered or anything, really.
 
Nature is imperfect; can Monsanto make that claim?
Nature occasionally does stuff like that on its own. Reminds you of a ____, doesn’t it?
And if it was genetically altered? By Monsanto?
You’d eat it?
But that’s stupid. Monsanto wouldn’t sell tomatoes looking like that. Maybe nature makes the occasional tomato with its ____ sticking out; Monsanto makes perfect genetic tomatoes...the ones we get to see, anyway.

So it’s odd that Monsanto is against genetic labeling—since nature, its competition, is so obviously prone to careless mistakes.

Einstein Was On About Bees, Too

Einstein fretted about frogs but he banged on about  bees, too.

Hives die—planet dies, what’s for supper?
You’d think Al might have fixed his attention on why they supposedly can’t fly. How bee aerodynamics defy physics. You’d expect Einstein might have come up with a Special Theory on Bee Flight. No.

Albert studied global ecosystem determinants and narrowed down the harbinger of doom to when frogs and bees start disappearing. Which if you’ve been paying attention is happening.
Naturally, a worldwide initiative was immediately mounted to ignore this problem. It’s not like such information can be applied to anything useful, like blowing shit up.

So don’t try taking Einstein’s case of imminent biological collapse on account of defiantly airborne honey junky genocide to any serious business investors.
Bees equal empty stares.

Funnier in the New Yorker

Not so funny to the New Yorker though. Submitted it to them and got rejected. Actually, ignored. They didn’t even use the SSAE. My net profit on half a dozen cartoons is minus $1.42 in stamps. Maybe they’re touchy about cartoons lampooning their crowd-source gag-writer thing.
That back-page cartoon caption contest has driven ninety-four professional cartoonists to suicide.
That’s high, even for professional cartoonists.

Hey, if cartoonists wanted to create something all by themselves that thousands of random armchair intellectuals couldn’t improve, they should’ve been rocket scientists or gymnasts or something.

If He’s So Smart How Come He’s Dead?

Not to mention here’s a patent clerk who never even bothered getting so much as a copyright on the world’s most famous equation.

Bleeding Edge Balderdash

Never underestimate the value of fraudulent news
listeners have a predisposition to want true.

Not a Franchise That Worked Out

Initially, it seemed a natural fit; from the savings on grease alone to the biofuel futures potential, to duh-simple police vehicle repair contracts— kind of a “garage and gorge” package deal, like if Jiffy Lube and Pancake House merged, only bigger and bolder. But the Lehman IPO went belly up right along with them, back in ’08. A bug on Wall Street’s windshield and a darn shame for auto enthusiasts and avid eaters alike.

Groan Up Advice

Avoid taking advice about putting away childish things
from people who had obviously shitty childhoods.

That Word Game Thing Mensa Started

Take a word, switch a letter, make a new word. Or something like that.

Rutabago (n): Ethanol-fueled motor home.









Umbecile (n): A pre-natal idiot.



Flornication (n): What naughty birds and bees do.

The Secret Life of Retail Ads

con•sum•er [kənˈsoōmər] noun
life form with eyes larger than its stomach, wallet and brain, yet unable to see its nose.

Yes, the Free Market Self-Regulates

No, you're not defining “Free” correctly.  Or “Regulate.”

Puntoon Tuesday Not

A day late and several brain cells short.

Be Still My Bleeding Heartworm

It’s a doggy dog world, sigh.

15th Century Gay Guys Set Heaven’s Dress Code.

 If you're not okay with that good luck appealing to a higher authority.

Bears Shit in the Woods; Bulls Do It Anywhere

...and every once in awhile, there’s a market correction
involving orange jumpsuits.

Puntoon Tuesday

Words escaped me.

Self Abuse is Your Own Business

...but apostrophe abuse won’t be tolerated.
They are not grammatical decoration. They aren’t arbitrary.
If you don’t know their from they’re, your from you’re or its from it’s,
return your keyboard to the box.
If you use apostrophes to make plurals, you will go to a tiny room in
hell where surly Russians will remove your fingernails and teeth with
garden implements. Be advised. It’s a serious matter.

Party Animal Cruelty

It’s inevitable, it’s sad.

Two Women I Like—One; Not So Much

Inspiring women, all. Complex, accomplished, determined.
All are a bit crazy but only one presumes it her privilege.

Being Realistic

Usually a euphemism for giving up.

Puntoon Tuesday

Easy as shooting fish in a barrel; just as reprehensible.