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Funny Times July 2015 Issue

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Cartoons About …
America . Celebrities . Marriage . Parenting . The Good Old Days . and more!

Cartoons by: Isabella Bannerman, Clay Bennett, Meg Biddle, Bizarro, Harry Bliss, Ruben Bolling, Matt Bors, Tom Cheney, Dave Coverly, J.C. Duffy, Tim Eagan, Bob Eckstein, Randy Glasbergen, Martha Gradisher, Buddy Hickerson, Jeff Hobbs, David Horsey, George Jartos, Ham Khan, Keith Knight, Mary Lawton, Carol Lay, Chris Monroe, P.S. Mueller, Joel Pett, K.A. Polzin, Hilary Price, Ted Rall, Jean Sorensen, Jen Sorensen, Mark Stivers, Tom Toles, Tom Tomorrow, P.C. Vey, Shannon Wheeler, Matt Wuerker, Zippy … and lots more!

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Rapture Of The Techies

By Ray Lesser


And verily it came to pass, in a blinding flash, the Earth was cleansed of Techies. Continue reading

Rapture Of The Bosses

By Ray Lesser


As the boss, I get to tell everybody at my company exactly what to do. And they get to tell me exactly where I can go.

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Funny Times September 2013 Issue

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Cartoons about:
School . Banking . Camping . Technology . and more

Cartoons by: Isabella Bannerman, Bizarro, Harry Bliss, Ruben Bolling, Bruce Bolinger, Dave Coverly, Derf, Tim Eagan, Bob Eckstein, Randy Glasbergen, Martha Gradisher, George Jartos, John Jonik, Ham Khan, Keith Knight, Peter Kuper, Mary Lawton, Carol Lay, Chris Monroe, Carlos Montage, P.S. Mueller, Jack Ohman, Rina Piccolo, K.A. Polzin, Hilary Price, Ted Rall, Maria Scrivan, Andy Singer, David Sipress, Jen Sorensen, Mark Stivers, Tom Toles, Tom Tomorrow, P.C. Vey, Shannon Wheeler, Matt Wuerker, Zippy … and lots more!

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Pushing My Buttons

By Ray Lesser


When did life get to be so easy? All you need to do is push a button and POOF, anything you want suddenly appears, or unfortunately more often for me, disappears and can never again be found, no matter how long you wait on the line to talk to the tech support guy in Mumbai. Continue reading

Great Ideas for 2010

By Ray Lesser


Name Your Cow

It turns out that cows with names produce 258 liters of milk per year more than nameless corporate cows with ear-tag barcode numbers. Continue reading

Kite String Theory

By Ray Lesser


Kite string theory ties everything that’s wrong with the world into one neat, impossible-to-open package. Continue reading

The Future Is Wow

By Ray Lesser


The future is clear to me. It’s the present that I don’t understand. Although it seems hard to imagine, listening to the daily, hourly, and minutely breaking news stories on the collapse of capitalism and the complete breakdown of civilization, a bright and amazing future will soon be upon us. Continue reading

Best Ideas Of The Year

By Ray Lesser


From sub-prime mortgages to taking a wide stance in a Minneapolis airport bathroom stall, the world was filled with stories about many bad ideas during the past year. But let’s remember, there were also some really good ones. Here are a few of my favorites:

The End of Dental X-Rays

There’s finally an alternative to being covered with a lead blanket, having a sharp vinyl plate stuffed into your cheek, and being quick fried with radiation. The OCT is a new technique using a hand-held scanner and near-infrared beam, to form a 3-D picture of both your teeth and gums. Up to ten times the resolution, with none of the gagging, chromosomal damage, or Dr. Frankenstein’s lab technician cowering behind a door in the next room.

Smog-Eating Cement

In developing a whiter cement for a new church being built in Rome, an Italian cement company accidentally discovered a cement that removes harmful pollutants from the air. When a building or road is coated with its new cement, TX Active (enhanced with titanium dioxide, which acts as a whitener, as well as a chemical catalyst), hazardous nitrogen oxides and sulfur oxides are transformed into harmless nitrates or sulfates, which simply rinse off when it rains. This also keeps the surfaces especially clean. Could it be possible for cities of the future to eat their own smog? The company says their research shows that if 15 percent of the surface area of Milan were covered in TX Active, air pollution would be reduced by 50 percent.


Dead human beings would be 100 percent biode-gradable, except for the fact that most of us will be embalmed, hermetically sealed in a metal casket, placed inside a concrete grave liner, marked with a headstone destined to last for centuries, and then cared for “in perpetuity” by cemetery caretakers using the latest herbicides and chemical fertilizers to keep our graves “green.” So it’s nice to see products like Ecopod – a 100 percent biodegradable coffin made of recycled paper – finally come to market. The seedpod-shaped coffin is designed to be planted in the ground, where it can dissolve and replenish the earth with its nutrient-rich contents.

Game of Checkers Solved

After running a computer program almost nonstop for 18 years, Jonathan Schaeffer, a computer scientist at the University of Alberta in Canada, calculated the result of every possible checkers endgame move that could be played … all 39 trillion of them. To do this he programmed a cluster of computers to play out every position involving 10 or fewer pieces. The data requirements were so high that for a while in the early ’90s, more than 80 percent of the Internet traffic in western North America was checkers data being shipped between his computers. The final result will probably not surprise anyone who has ever played the game. As with tic-tac-toe, if both players never make a mistake, every match will end in a draw. Now that he has some free time, maybe I can get Jonathan to use the power of the Internet to figure out a way to balance my checkbook.


A California company began mass-producing its PowerSheet solar cells using printing-press style machines that “print” solar panels onto sheets as thin as aluminum foil. This new process will reduce the cost of solar electricity by 90 percent, or to about the equivalent of 1/3 the cost of coal generated power. Backed by Google and the U.S. Deptartment of Energy, Nanosolar recently completed building the world’s largest solar-panel factory in San Jose. Roof shingles and window coatings that suck power out of the air may soon be as ubiquitous as rusting SUVs with “For Sale” signs in their windows.


Better than eBay, it’s freeBay! Freecycle, a web-based global recycling community, now boasts more than 4 million members in 4,100 cities, from Istanbul, Turkey to Morgantown, West Virginia. One man’s trash is another’s treasure, and the group estimates that it keeps more than 300 tons of trash out of landfills every day, by having members post offers to swap or give away their unwanted surplus to each other. “Even at Salvation Army and Goodwill, you still have to pay for things,” says one member. Why pay when you can get it for free? And even if your ungrateful children don’t want to inherit your lifetime collection of mismatched bicycle parts, someone on Freecycle probably will.

The iPod In My Brain

By Ray Lesser


I was ten years old when I first realized my ability to listen to songs in my head. I usually relied on the transistor radio to help put me to sleep, but one night my brother Alan swiped it from me, and my parents had already shut me into my darkened room and warned me not to show my face again until morning. For a while I lay in bed coming up with ways to get even with Alan. Maybe I would make one of his favorite 45s disappear. Of course he would probably retaliate by not letting me listen to any of his records, which would be bad, because the only records left to play would be Mom and Dad’s bargain bin collections by Longines Symphonette, or the soundtrack of The Pajama Game. Alan, on the other hand, had the latest Top 40 hits like “Wooly Bully,” by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, and “Downtown,” by Petula Clark. But the song I really wanted to hear was the current number one hit, “This Diamond Ring,” by Garry Lewis and the Playboys.

Garry Lewis was the teenage son of comedian Jerry Lewis, who I had seen many times on TV and in movies like The Nutty Professor. Garry’s song “This Diamond Ring” had rocketed to number one on the charts after his father arranged for him to appear on The Ed Sullivan Show, like teen idols Elvis, The Beatles, and many others before him. Afterwards, it got so much airplay on the radio that you would practically be guaranteed to hear it on any popular station if you listened for at least a half-hour.

But I couldn’t listen because my radio was gone. Maybe I would stick leftover mashed potatoes into Alan’s shoes. If I kept it a secret, he’d never suspect it was me. Since I’d never done anything like that before, he’d probably try to beat-up my brother Dennis, instead. But what good would getting even be if I didn’t get any credit for it? While I was pondering this, something weird happened. I started to hear “This Diamond Ring” playing. Could it be coming from my radio in Alan’s room? No, the song was much too loud and precise for it to be coming from the tinny speaker of an $8 radio on the other side of the hallway. The song was so clear and overpowering it sounded like it was coming from a radio inside my brain.

This diamond ring doesn’t shine for me anymore

And this diamond ring doesn’t mean what it meant before

So if you’ve got someone whose love is tru-u-ue

Let it shine for yo-ou-ou

It was amazing! I was listening to a hit song on the radio without even having a radio in my room! Even better, I could start the song from any point I wanted, and I could play it over and over again, without being interrupted by commercials for Thom McCann Shoes or Buddy’s Carpet Cleaning. So I proceeded to have a “This Diamond Ring” marathon until finally drifting off into a blissful sleep.

This is how I discovered my ability to listen to the music inside my head. It is an ability that I believe I share with many people, but my talent may be a little more finely tuned than most because I have practiced it diligently ever since that night. I taught myself to play songs on the piano and guitar “by ear,” or really, by trying to make these instruments sound something like the songs playing in my head. I was also very good at remembering song lyrics; I could sing them in sync (though not necessarily in tune) with the original hits playing in my brain. I could also endlessly entertain myself by listening to music while I walked to school, or whenever else I wanted, even learning to turn down the volume of boring lectures by teachers and parents, and turn up the volume of the soundtrack of my life.

So I have never really understood the fascination people have with Walkmen and iPods. Why drag around that extra equipment, and go through the trouble and expense of gathering together all your favorite music into a machine when you’ve already got it in your head, available instantly whenever you want it? Then there’s the worry involved. Is someone going to try to steal my iPod? What if I lose my iPod? What if it breaks? How will I ever recover all my music?

I’ve never lost my brain, and if it breaks, I’m pretty well screwed anyway, so I’m not going to worry too much about what’ll happen to the music in there. As for podcasts, that cutting-edge insight-filled blathering by obscure personalities who would never be allowed on commercial radio, my brain features a never-ending series of podcasts on every subject imaginable. Granted, many of them are repeats, but for the most part, I agree with everything the podcaster has to say, and when I don’t, I can easily shut him up by popping in one of my favorite songs.

On the most recent Space Shuttle mission, something new happened: NASA allowed each of the astronauts to carry an iPod with them into space. That’s right, you, the American taxpayer, spent billions equipping and training these pioneers of our planet so they could go up into the vastness of outer space and experiment with re-mixing their Britney Spears playlists. Were they able to get the latest downloads via satellite from the iTunes store? I’m not sure if results of that research are in yet, but we can be sure that Apple will come out with a really cosmic ad of the iPod-wearing astronauts dancing weightlessly to “Eight Miles High,” or staring out the porthole at a crescent planet while listening to Louis Arm-strong sing “What a Wonderful World.”

Meanwhile, back on Earth, I’ll be spacing out by listening to the voices inside my head, or what I prefer to call the iPod in my brain. And if that is God trying to tell me something, then it’s by singing perfect harmony and playing outstanding licks on electric guitar.