Bouncing Wisdom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(To experience the bouncing guru at a largerer size, click the hiker’s backpack.)

Bizarro is brought to you today by Dream Ticket.

I’m bitter about “bouncy castles” like the one seen in this cartoon because they didn’t exist when I was a child. All we had was Pin the Tail on the Donkey, which we knew was boring even before anything more exciting had been invented. Attempting to find some way to spice it up, I asked my mom if we could blindfold a kid, put the pin in his hand, then substitute the donkey poster for a real donkey.  My mom wouldn’t let us do that, partly because it would be cruel to the donkey and dangerous for the temporarily blind child standing behind it poking it in the butt with a pin, but also because we didn’t have a donkey. According to her, my dad was the only ass for miles around and he didn’t want to play.

Yes, my childhood was a dark, damp tunnel of disappointment and I still have nightmares about it.

Behind-the-scenes note: the hiker in this cartoon is my buddy from the old country (Oklahoma), Randall Baker. He asked me recently why he’s never been in one of my cartoons so I rewarded him with this cameo. He now owes me an Oliva and a glass of Lagavulin.