I am fascinated by Bumper Stickers. Every known (and unknown) cause is represented by a bumper sticker… somewhere.
What I find most interesting about the myriad of bumper stickers is the play on words often used to get the point across. Now, I know “Save the Whales” is not a play on words and is a very legitimate cause. One I believe in. However, having been raised in a very conservative, Fundamental Christian household, whenever I hear the word “Save” it reminds me of sermons past.
The cartoon is an obvious blend of the two concepts.
On the other hand, maybe Rev. Brown is actually an angel and he’s speaking to Jonah…before he “saw the light”. You know… one of those modern translations.
A few years ago, we had the opportunity to travel to Norway and stay two weeks with our Norwegian friends, Ivar and Astrid, who live outside of Oslo. As a typical American, I have trouble speaking English, much less understanding Norwegian. Fortunately for us, most Europeans speak English as a second language… With a “foreign” accent, of course! (Isn’t it interesting how we, as Americans, deem everything is foreign, no matter where we are?)
Ivar, who was a high-ranking government official, spoke fluid English but with that darn “foreign” accent! Being from the Midwest, I have trouble understanding people with accents from other areas of the U.S…. this Norwegian accent really threw me for a loop.
One of the things we got to do was take day trips around the countryside with our local tour guides. What a wonderful experience! Norway must be one of the most beautiful countries on Earth.
In the rural areas, it was not uncommon to have to stop for free-ranging flocks of sheep in the roadway. Ivar explained they have the right-of-way by law and each sheep has an ear tag with a serial number on it. If you are unfortunate enough to hit and kill a sheep, you are obligated by Federal Law to report the accident, notify the owner and pay for the sheep. It’s an honor system that works well with few problems.
Ivar also liked a “good deal”. As we waded through the maze of the Norwegian monetary system and tried to figure out the rate of exchange, he would tell us if it was a good deal… or, as he would say: “It’s really cheap!” Here’s where the foreign accent got me in trouble. “Sheep” and “Cheap” sounded identical to me. Often I would have to stop and determine the context to decide which word he had used. We had some good laughs over the problem.
Ivar loved cartoons and took me to a museum in Oslo featuring the artwork of a famous Norwegian cartoonist. It was really fun and informative. Before we left to come back to the U.S., I drew him this cartoon. It seemed to sum up the problem. To this day, I never hear the words “cheap” or “Sheep” without thinking about our friends in Norway. It was one of the most memorable experiences in my life. If you get the chance to go to Norway, don’t miss it! It’s an incredible place you’ll never forget.
A lot of my cartoons are to “poke” my friends…
In this particular case, I didn’t know the recipient of the cartoon’s attention. Fortunately for me, the person (who shall remain nameless because he carries a gun to work…) must have a sense of humor.
I was contacted by an insurance client who knew I was a cartoonist. The client (who also shall remain nameless… he carries a gun to work, too.) is a police officer. He wanted me to draw a cartoon to poke fun at another officer on his police force.
As the story goes, his friend was home alone at night and had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. He awoke to the sound of glass breaking and immediately thought he was being burglarized. Since he was nowhere near his gun, he grabbed a household item (Here’s where multiple versions of the story come in…) and crept through the darkened house, heart in his throat.
From what I heard, he was ready to confront the burglar in hand-to-hand combat and use all the self-defense skills he had learned in the Police Academy. THIS WAS SERIOUS!! Imagine his relief when he discovered the broken window and a small bird lying on the floor with a broken neck…Crime solved without firing a shot!
His mistake was telling his Police buddies about it. They couldn’t let it go and asked me to do a cartoon to commemorate the event. He was given the “Award” at a police function. To date, I’ve received no credible threats… Should I be worried?
When APPLE announced they were making an iPHONE 4 that would work on Verizon, I instantly knew what their next product would be. A product aimed at their largest, untapped market …. SENIOR CITIZENS!
Verizon spent millions touting their “Can you hear me now?” theme. Now that they’ve teamed with APPLE, what would be more logical than a product that solves the major drawback for Seniors when using technological devices? SMALL PRINT! It is a natural and logical step to blend the iPAD size with the features of the iPHONE 4 to go after Seniors.
Couple that with a tweak in their advertising theme and it will be a “BABY BOOMER BONANZA!” It will create the perfect storm for marketing to an aging population because it would include over-sized speakers for the hard of hearing. It doesn’t get any better than that!
Now… Would it be too much to ask for a manual in LARGE PRINT?… with lots of pictures for those of us who are “technologically impaired”?
Everybody loves Girl Scout cookies…
Steve, my neighbor, has two daughters who make the annual pilgrimage to our house to sell us Girl Scout cookies. As a good American, I buy more than I should, even though I’m “O & O”… Old and Overweight. I do what I can… to help the cause. Unfortunately, I have about 5 favorite kinds. If I just buy my favorites, I’m in trouble!
Steve has a great sense of humor. One day we were talking about cartoons and he said he had a cartoon idea he wanted me to draw. This cartoon is his idea. I never asked him where he got the idea, but I’m guessing the idea of tossing Girl Scout cookies probably came near the end of the campaign with a stash of unsold cookies and not wanting to admit you couldn’t sell what you agreed to take. Or, more likely, knowing you didn’t want to buy 50 boxes of cookies to support your scout.
As a parent and veteran of fund-raising wars, I can relate. I know of one parent who offered Girl Scout cookies year round. We often accepted them but secretly wondered how fresh they were. We never had the courage (or sense) to check the expiration date. Maybe it wasn’t the best plan, but… Girl Scout cookies can’t possibly go bad, right?
Have you ever wondered where the saying “Toss your cookies” originated? Who started it? What event triggered the saying? Now, thanks to Steve, we don’t have to wonder anymore… But, I suspect, due to the universal understanding of what it means, one of the girls might not have been enjoying the ride because she ate too many cookies… Just a theory, you know?