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For Illustration Friday: DESSERT!!!!! And I love Fridays, too! Dessert sounds swell. I am embarrassed to confess that I’ve started a new blog – I bought the name a while…

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Don’t lies involve prevarication, entanglements, and just plain trouble? Especially when you lie about the food! Fortunately for this excellent waiter (who reminds me somewhat of the excellent and rather…

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My first Wordless Wednesday. Taking the cue from a bird blogger I admire: Bev. So if I get the self-control I hope for, there won’t be any words next time.

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“I cannot tell a lie. Forget the cherry pie.” © D. Barstow, 2009 All rights reserved

Hey, I’m back. Can you believe it? It’s that darn Illustration Friday… it keeps pulling me in, daring me to match the new topics they put up each week, rain or shine, holidays be damned. (They’re international and free-spirited over there.)

This week’s topic is celebrate. I have some things to celebrate this week, yes, I do!

First is Valentine’s Day, which was Saturday. I didn’t get any, so I guess I’m a little sad about that, but I still enjoyed the decorations and the free design ideas all the advertisers threw at us non-stop. I can remember the smell of white glue and the crinkly rough feel of the lace when I made them in school, too. (And how I admired other kids who seemed to have a much better grasp of design, with blue hearts, and layers, and other stuff I can’t remember.) Design is really unrecognized art.

Then on Monday, President’s Day. Well, not a very interesting holiday, and no mail, hate that. (Hate even more that the Post Office STOLE my mailbox last week. The neighborhood public one. It’s not like I live on a farm, or some rural area. This is Los Angeles. On a major corner, on a very busy 4 lane street. They are so f-ing lazy, I guess they just couldn’t be bothered stopping at the box to pick up the mail. Yes, I could hear my mail drop to the bottom, as there was so little in it, but so what!!)

But President’s Day was a perfect day to start my syndicated Editorial Cartoons! Yes, I’m branching out: I’m syndicated on GoComics. And this is even more surprising: I’ve gone to the dark side – editorial cartoons! Well, someone has to do it. I have about a dozen cartoons up there now -some favorites from the fall election and new ones as they come to me.

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Freudian slip therapy cartoon
“ANOTHER FREUDIAN SLIP: “I want to make wild, passionate, chocolate chip cookies with you.”

Well, the wine glasses are empty, and this may explain her behavior. But really, isn’t it fun to be the aggressor?! ;)

The subject for Illustration Friday this week is Balloon. So here you go, the speaking balloon all cartoonists know all too well. And a colorful cartoon that I just remembered I did last month for a little interview I did for Psychology Today. No, not as a patient, silly – though they may have missed the boat on that call – but as a creative person. (That’s what my most recent contract calls me: Creator. What happened to A**hat?)?

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“Waiter, there’s a string of pearls in my oyster stew.” Illustration Friday, of course. What else would get me to write something during this horrible, confusing week? I hate the…

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The Idea
This was one of my earlier cartoons- one of my favorites. Here is my constant concern and tension about food and relationships. Will he still like me, if I like food better? (I typed “batter” first.) And what’s more important, a guy or ice cream? And can I have both, please?

I’m always curious about other people. What are they thinking about all day? Or at the movies? Maybe I’m weird, but I daydream even there.

I think this cartoon works on several levels. Notice that I reversed the usual roles of the guy thinking only about food, and the girl thinking about him. When she stays on what pleases her, she has the power! Wait until he finds out… But I like his determination and masculine stubborness, anyway. He’s probably very sexy.

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