Growl! I can't even post silly reruns on time!

Sorry kids, I've been all wrapped up in work and the whole Yulething, which is a blast, but time consuming. I've also been working on new Snap Crackle Pops, so I'm planning on having new ones up by Christmas! Or maybe just after. I dunno.

Either way, I'll run a few reruns today to make up for my negligence. I hope you enjoy these.


This one as a big favorite because it comes from a real situation that the people on O'ahu fought hard over, some big, gross hotel parking their fat asses on a beach where sea turtles liked to hang out. I liked the idea of Finn and Bacon slightly redeeming themselves by acting as the forces of karma Stephen mentions, and I loved their expressions in panel two. And any story that ends with happy turtles, well.


This was one of my favorite Mordak and Randall strips, and it surprised me how popular this pair turned out to be. They are so fun to write for and, once I had their personalities down, a lot of their dialogue just wrote itself.


I think doing their expressions was the most fun, but their back and forth blahblah was a blast to write.



Hope you enjoyed it! Write in and tell me what you did today!

I'm boggled by this... these strange, awesome lights over Norway. I know it's always the first thing I say, but it HAS TO BE extraterrestrial. Has to. Just look. The article and some amazing videos and photos are here.

I finally have good quality prints of my paintings available! Go check out Domestic Voodoo for hula girls, tikis, sea creatures, Sasquatches and other such oddities! Twenty bucks and under for high quality prints. Just to pimp.


I've been super negligent about posting reruns and I forgot to post last week's. This one I feel two ways about... I'm not too pleased with the art in it, but the idea itself and the pun, though all puns are awful, really amused me. It's one I'll want to re-draw one day. I mean, what's better than naked veggies? Enjoy!

It's odd how, even on this far side of the world, in what is technically a tropical climate, it can begin to feel like winter -- not in the cold exactly (though the mornings and evenings here in Wahiawa are not bikini weather), but in the warmth of the season. The way your house gets to feeling especially warm and cozy or how lighting a nice-smelling candle can change a whole room or how snuggling in blankets suddenly becomes so imperative. Or how you get sleepy earlier. Man oh man, it's bedtime for me.

I hope all you lovely people have a great Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it, and if you don't you might consider doing it, or something similar. Among all the crazy traditions and rabid present-mongering that comes with many or most holidays, it's so nice and so comforting to have one holiday that, at its core, is all about taking some time to think of all the things you're grateful for, to concentrate on these positive things and people and forces even if for just one day, and to get together with your family and cook food. After all, such is the very essence of human goodness: appreciating our lives, forming friendships and families, and eating together.

I hope everyone has a great time doing that this Thursday, whether you call it a holiday or not.



This comic was always one of my favorites because it's so unlike my usual fare in a way I can't place. The lines are lighter and more crisp, the character of "me" is not in it, and I have no idea who those porchsitter blokes are, but more than that, I just feel like it's a strip that someone else might have drawn, and as a result, I find it much funnier. I hope you do too.

This time my lateness is all because I don't appear to have internet at home. I tried, kiddos, I promise, but it looks like my internet is planning to give me trouble for a long time. At least I have slacker privileges at work. ;)

I'm working really hard on myself these days, and feeling better and better because of it. It's tough because even though I'm practicing cultivating compassion and happiness, I recognize that I have a lot more internal work to do and that I need to take a class or find a guide or something, and the more I try to focus and to generate inner poise, the more troubling issues come bubbling up, like a giant soup. They say this is how you know you're making progress, but I feel super emotional as a result. I wonder... how does one find a reputable yoga and meditation teacher in Hawaii? One who is genuine and cool and not a total fruit loop?

On the plus side, it's giving me lots of new toon material. ;)

I miss you guys so much! Tell me about how you are and what you're up to.


Here is your rerun! Somehow, one of my absolute favorites. Enjoy!

Morning everybody! Once again, it is so bloody cold here that I'm wondering why I even bothered leaving Ohio. I still get that stupid, too-cold-to-leave-the-bed-this-early thing happening, but without the added charm of a yard full of snow to ease the pain. Bah. Still, the island is being promised thunderstorms soon, so I'll keep my fingers crossed.

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And now for your rerun of the week. This was one of my favorites for a lot of different reasons -- it has its roots in a real experience, it has an amusing literary reference, and best of all, a giant monster, which just makes any comic more fun. Enjoy!

I wish I were outside today, riding round the North Shore in a little boat with a sputtery motor, feeding sharks and watching for whales to fluke near the boat. This morning, Wahiawa was freezing cold, gray and rainy, and it was all I could do to drag myself out of bed, wrap myself up and get on the even colder bus (why they insist on cranking the A/C full blast first thing in the morning when it's still sludgy cold outside is beyond me). Still, in spite of all that, I can see the sun now and I bet it's a good hot day out there in the real Hawaii, on the water, under the sun.

I am in the office, with more detestable air conditioning, feeling like a creature on exhibition, looking outside through glass in a Lysol-scented terrarium.

Today, I wish I were a fisherman. Or something.


Happy Wednesday, 'roos! I have another rerun for you. This was one of the earlier Finn strips (funny how different he looks now) where he's trying to assert his demonic nature. I guess I was still playing with his personality, but I still am. Enjoy!

Another happy Tuesday night/Wednesday morning to y'all! Before we jump into your revisted comic for today, I want to show you what I made...


The Tortuga Rum necklace.

I have to re-do some of the threadwork, but it's not that bad for my first necklace all by myself! I used these awesome skull beads that I found on etsy and which lend themselves to all sorts of piratey and voodooesque jewelery. I need more tutoring from Sue before I can really make anything astounding, but I had fun with this. It's up on the shop if you want to check it out!


This was my first environmentally conscious strip, and also my first Berkeley Breathed-style poem-toon, so it stands out as one that I enjoyed very much. Plus, I like bagging on Donald Trump, always. Enjoy (again)!

Believe me, I don't like being on break from Snap Crackle Pop any more than y'all do. Not that I've heard any complaints (which I'd really love to -- honest!). It's not so much that it's desired as it is necessary, to catch up on things, to finally put the book together, to perhaps actually find out what the deal is with this website jargin...

Anyway, I hate leaving you in the cold. I know there's nothing so comforting and dependable as your morning toons (or whatever time zone you may be in), and being a part of that is the best I could ask for (apart from getting paid for it).

So, to keep us all relatively happy until such time as I'm all prepared to jump back into giving you new toons, I'll be running a few old strips, ones I particularly liked, to keep the Wednesday fires a-burning. It'll be embarrassing at first, as some of this art is over two years old, but hopefully it'll be entertaining anyway.

This one, my computer tells me, ran back in January of 1970. But since I wasn't so much as a zygote then, and since my computer's dating system has lied before, I'd put it at early 2007. Enjoy!

Evening/morning, y'all! I missed ya.

Since strangers keep writing me angry comments about that one time I made fun of Danny Couch on Haole If You Hear Me, I'm thinking of making it friends only, so if you'd like to read my soon-to-be-more-frequent posts about life in Hawaii from a white chick's perspective, add me fast! To amuse me and satisfy his moral outrage over all my Danny Couch-related hate mail, The Boyfriend wrote a hilarious and topical short post, which you must read. Do so now!


I hope you enjoy this week's comic; it's number 150 and so I believe this is the final one that will go in The Book which is still being put together with the help of my sister and which I hope will be available before too long.

With a lot of love and mush, and with no further ado, your Snap Crackle Pop.

Hooo, I am late this week! At least it's still Wednesday.

Sorry folks. The truth is, I've been up to my ears in orders for this Halloween! The Skelebuddies are going like hot malasadas, and I've got another batch order from another shop as well as a very amusing order from a shop in the Dominican Republic, which is a stop on a cruise line so all these folks from Miami and whatnot flock there to buy Dominican stuff. The shopkeeper requested a batch of my handpainted wooden wriggle fish to sell in his shop, which I will happily do, if only because I find it hilarious that Miami tourists are going to buy authentic Dominican folk art made by an Ohioan in Hawaii. I've never even been to Samana.

But you know how Lyle Lovett said it: That's right, you're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway. XD

Anyway, enough prattle and excuses. I promised you lovely people a toon! Enjoy, please.





Reader React: If this cartoon made you want ice cream, comment and tell me what flavor!

I think if my life were being watched in little bursts by some person or other, it would seem very absurd.

Burst: Early morning on the bus, reading Nicholas Nickleby two seats down from a man periodically shouting at no one.

Burst: Afternoon, trying to explain to a four year old why it's not okay to paint your body parts instead of the paper while another four year old declares that he has stickies in this pants.

Burst: At home, watching Star Trek with The Boyfriend in between Brad Neely impressions and bicycle crunches.

Burst: Stooped over the kitchen sink, trying to dislodge from a fish tank the skeleton of my deceased algae eater with chopsticks.

Burst: At the desk, putting the final touches on a comic strip featuring myself, a dragon and a kilted Scotsman (spoiler!)

Ah well. It's a fun life anyway.


For you gals -- you know who you are -- who get it. Kilts are magic. And, just a note to all those men not of Scottish descent, though I am happily taken I shall still quote Mae West: "I like two types of men; foreign and domestic." Enjoy.



The reader will please take note of my elaborate use of background scenery.


Reader React: If you chuckled at this comic, comment and tell me who Finn would be pulling you away from!

Oh, it's a crazy world. The world is going crazy. I have been absolutely SURROUNDED by rude people lately, from the idiotic lady at work who didn't like how I sang a song so she told everybody really loudly what a terrible teacher I am; to the California snob-man cowing his gum behind my ear on the bus while talking about how much he hates Hawaii and then listing all the body parts people have two of as if realizing this makes him brilliant; to my incredibly loud and obnoxious neighbors, one of whom desperately needs to have a visit from Child Services, or a crowbar.

The good part is that all this stuff just makes me appreciate my awesome family and boyfriend so much more. Not to mention all of you marvelous people. I am a lucky turd. :)

Halloween and Day of the Dead are coming up! I'm making as many new Skelebuddies as I can to keep up. Watch the shop to see if the right pal for you pops up!


I have no idea how today's comic will go over. The Boyfriend liked it, which is surprising, considering. Dig in!

Howdy! As of right now, I have nothing interesting to report, even though there are many marvelously interesting things happening. It's been a dogpile of crazy stuff -- the birthday, hanging with the family, realizing my boy cat is a girl cat, really rude mean people at work, snuggling my man, designing new Skelebuddies for the upcoming holiday and -- finally -- painting something just for me. This one will take a while -- there's no real sense to it, it's just a jumble of crazy things, but it has Charlie Chaplin. Which is my focal point, I guess.

And how are you busy people doing? Could you use a comic today, perhaps?

I can't let this theme go, it's too much fun. This one sortakinda alludes to a children's story I wrote and am working on making into a book. Enjoy, campers!

Hey y'all! Since it's already Wednesday for most of you I'll just go ahead and say that by tomorrow (Thursday) I'll be twenty-four! Good gravy, I'm old.

Either way, we're having a cookout with steaks and campfire mac'n'chee and good tunes and in true Hobbit style I got presents for my family. I think it'll be grand. Lots of love to you all too!

The online store is really taking off, thanks to Sue and her wicked cool hats and her rabid followers, and some exciting things are helping spread our craftiness across the globe. I finally finished the order of Skelebuddies for Krystal, whose comic shop in Kentucky wants a crop of them and some of Sue's felt donuts to sell there. Sue has been contacted by a shopkeeper in Stockholm, Sweden who has ordered a whole heap of her handknit hats to sell over there. Our shop got a note from someone from the Cameron Art Museum in North Carolina who requested submissions from us for an exhibit they're doing on toys made by artists (all my other artist toymakers out there are invited to join in the fun!). Just today I got a note from someone who is part of a big Day of the Dead festival put on each year in Indianapolis who said that they want my Skelebuddies for the festival marketplace.

I've been listening to that Dolly Parton song "9 to 5" with all the gleeful abandon of a gal whose life might one day really take off. ;)



On a similar note, read my comic! And tell everyone you know.

Once again, this week we feature extra-special, extra-awesome guest art from The Boyfriend! When I told him what I wanted to do for this week and asked his advice on how to go about it, it occurred to me that he'd be better at it than I would. He set right to drawing the first three panels and left the fourth to me. Enjoy!




For more of The Boyfriend's fabulous work (including his recent Star Trek Meets Planet of the Apes series which is so rad) go here!

Oh I am way too wrapped up in watching Heroes right now to say much... I did all my inking in front of the show. It's the older season, back before it started to smell.

Anyway, have a comic! This is one that I'm pretty happy with, and also it's completely true. Enjoy!

It's hot. I mean, I know it's hot everywhere, but I live on a bloody island, it's HOT. And no ice cream. I can dream about it.

More of Sue's AMAZING hats up on Domestic Voodoo! Some of them are very Where The Wild Things Are. Go check them out!



Today's comic is dedicated to all those out there in the working world who know just what I'm talking about, particularly The Boyfriend, who was my inspiration for this strip. I had to re-name my place of employment, but you get the ideer. This is basically what my day looks like. Enjoy!



If you read this strip and laughed, comment and tell me where you are in your Happy Place!

Whew! Got it in under the wire. It's still Wednesday in my time zone, baby!

I'll post some pictures tomorrow -- fun at the zoo, more Claymates, possibly even my new gourds. Till then, forgive my lateness and enjoy your ridiculous comic for today.

Oh man, these are crafty days. Let's see if I can get it all...

I've been making my new Cabezas keychains for the Domestic Voodoo Shop, but waaay cooler is that a bunch of Sue's incredible hats are now up on the shop, each one better than the last.

I finally finished my large load of commissions and will post pictures soon. I loved doing those paintings, but now that it's over, it's a big load off my mind. I've also been experimenting with modeling clay and making fun little creatures which I will post up here very soon.

What's more, I've been looking into crafts with gourds, which looks like a huge boatload of fun. Of course, in researching materials and stuff for these gourd related projects, you run into things that make you re-think the whole sushi... a series of gourd-lover buttons with phrases like "Gourd is my Copilot" and "In Gourd We Trust" and "Ask me about gourds -- I DARE YOU" and, my personal favorite and most disturbing, "Do it with a gourd". Seeing this stuff makes me think maybe I shouldn't get into gourd crafts, or I may wind up four hundred pounds and frizzy haired with a pair of those lawn ornaments in the shape of fat rosy-cheeked children giggling at each other.

But whatever. I'll have fun with these anyway.


On to the cartoon! I love these ones that represent me as dumb as I truly am...



While in the middle of inking this, I was called away to do something and The Boyfriend sat at my desk and looked at the toon. Only after I got back and had inked half a panel did I realize -- snorting and giggling -- that in the space in the hood of the demon at the front door, he'd sketched a crazy face with cross eyes and a huge overbite. It seemed a shame to eventually erase it, and part of me wishes I'd just kept it in there.


POP SURVEY: If you read this cartoon with your morning coffee/tea/toast/whatnot, comment and tell me about your breakfast!

A few stars about my week...

* I saw a recent picture of Zac Hanson, all long hair and kung-fu, looking like a young and significantly more buff Stephen Tyler, and he was so fine that I actually felt a wave of despair.

* I just finished re-reading Good Omens and it is officially on my as-yet-not-fully-set-down all-time top 5 favorite books ever.

* At the supermarket the other day there was a man with a completely scarred-up face, who looked as if he'd lost it to a fire and been re-constructed. I didn't take much notice at first -- just glanced, had a momentary "poor dude" thought, and went about my business -- but then I heard him shouting to whoever he was on the phone with, in a real evil-villain-from-Batman voice, "I just wait for the horrific death of laughter! Laughter is, above all this, most disgusting..." he was still ranting but I was too freaked to listen any more. He must have been just randomly crazy, but f'real, that is some no-nonsense comic book shit. I was ruffled.

* Why does getting new bedsheets feel so damn great? It's like a semi-adult thing, picking out house stuff with your guy and liking the same designs, but it also makes me feel like a kid because the ones we picked out are totally candy-colored and delicious.

* Had a serious attack of missing my dad today. Wish you were here, Pop. Just up the road or at least on the same land mass.

* Extra love goes out to Whitney, Liz, Juliet, Ashley, Jen and Shar. I miss you a million. And Soo, of course, who makes everything better.



With no further ado, let's have a comic, shall we? Love you guys!

Hey all! I'm finally back. Thanks for waiting so nicely.

New stuff up on Lily's and my etsy shop! Some of her marvelous hats, and a few brand new geisha dolls and Skelebuddies! Help two broke-arse gals and check it out.

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Another silly bit of fluff, but please, for the love of mike, watch this, and prepare to feel so good. A marvelous video...



All right, kangaroos, your comic is finally here. Sorry I couldn't post it last week but I hope you'll dig it anyway. Enjoy!