This is so absurdly funny. I love it.

The people demand to know: what became of Scott “Skippy” Jessop?

Happy Thanksgiving!

The last of the original Garbage Pail Kids has died in custody

UPDATE: @donsparrow.bsky.social's bat-art in the hands of the winner, just to prove it exists IRL (as does Don) (I may or may not) superman86to99.tumblr.com/post/8011267...

There’s an acquaintance on Facebook I keep muting for a month, and it’s amazing how hard they hit my timeline when that month is up. Took your kids for supper at Hooters, did you? *Mute for another month*

Iykyk

Sometimes people post stuff and call it obligatory but in reality it isn’t obligatory. You just wanted to post it.

Sometimes I paint.

Typical Saturday night. Drank 3 diet root beers and crashed my Segway into a parked car

Bob Seger will always have a place in our home.

Sometimes I feel guilty about the songs in my Spotify collection that I don’t delete, but often skip. Right now David Byrne is really getting skipped a lot. Sorry, David.

Once a week at my office they listen to Country music, and for me it almost rises to the level of torture. That awful twangy reimagining of Rebel, Rebel should be on trial at the Hague.

It’s an ugly world. Make sure you’re not making it worse.

Everyone on this plane is mad about my therapy scorpion

People just aren’t interested in huge news any more.

There is no section of the internet as blissfully and cruelly entitled as the comments below a comic convention announcement, of any kind.

I realize halloween is over but I just want to say "trunk ot treat" is stupid and a bad idea and this has nothing to do with the neighborhood teens locking me in my trunk.

At least this keeps happening to other people and not just me all the time.

Sometimes my kids practice piano and guitar at the same time in different rooms both audible from my bedroom, and to me it sounds like jazz. But the kind of jazz they played on that show Homeland, in that it sounds irritating and dissonant.

Legitimately one of the best days of my life.

FRIEND: It's called cauliflower. It's not ghost broccoli. ME: [taking a long drag on my cigarette] Listen kid, I know what I saw.

I love those little free libraries almost as much as I love those little boxes in front of people’s houses where you can take free mail.

I’m still coming to grips with how weird Bugsy Malone was when I was a kid. It doesn’t help that I watched it about fifty times on Superchannel.

I know I talk a lot about bad commercials, but that Haribo hockey ad is one of my least faves. Kid snippets ruined everything.

Hey Regina! I’ll be appearing at Regina Comic Arts Festival III later this month: Saturday, October 25, from 12:30 to 4:30 p.m., at the Regina Public Library, Central Branch (2311 12th Avenue). See you in a few!

Some things are worth the calories. Like wine gums, for instance.

I have letter to the editor this week in our local paper. Our community is, once again, facing a developer who wants to turn public, protected coastal land into a golf course. We've been here before. This time, it's shadier. And God knows it was shady last time. www.invernessoran.ca/top-story/co...

They did a new one in 2015, fingers crossed!!

8 Days a Week is by far my fave early Beatles song. Right up there for favourite overall.

Hello friend! Were you aware I have a newsletter? And that it’s free? This one is about how heavy things feel this autumn and the good things that help me cope: open.substack.com/pub/donsparr...

And my all-time favorite Popeye panel, heavily ripped off in the second panel of today's comic:

It is so weird when Dateline and 20/20 do the same case THE SAME WEEK! But did I watch both? Yes, yes I did.

Shameless Saskatoon propaganda: the tv at the gym has been frozen on an image of the great @dansgoodside.bsky.social for the last hour.

Relatable: these dried mangoes are too sweet.

The Food Network show that’s on while I’m at the gym is now a How It’s Made type show, and there’s something colossally gross about factory volume food production.

I appreciated the great Norm MacDonald while he was alive, but surely not enough. There was and is no one like him. Here’s a drawing I did of him many years back. I gave it to him at one of his casino gigs.

Tonight we had to ban calling shotgun so now if there’s more than one kid they’re all in the backseat, in case you’re wondering how parenting life is going.

It feels so so so good to finish a longterm project that stopped being fun (without quitting!). Maybe it’ll even be exciting when it comes out.

Admit it though—sometimes it’s all too much.

Mitt Romney must sleep a whole lot better at night than Marco Rubio.

Look, I’m a Dateline guy through and through, but that plucky young upstart 20/20 can often be pretty worth watching. I mean, MadTV had the odd good sketch too, you know?

Ready for tomorrow! Can’t wait for my first @prairiecomicsfest.bsky.social !

Drew until I dropped tonight, literally.

Fellow 80s TV obsessive @kennethwreid.bsky.social is perhaps the one person who will most appreciate the effort I put into my homemade APK style Leland University tee.

My Google discover tab algorithm has gone all in on articles about the Traveling Wilburys and I’m like, good, you’re learning.

Look this isn’t sour grapes about the whole free agency thing with the Blue Jays but Shohei Ohtani is a black hole of charisma.

Please!

My Spotify Discover Weekly went all in on New Wave, and I don’t even mind if it’s gonna come up with gems like Flaming Sword by Care. youtu.be/wu_kEKvD-WM?...