Ceci n'est pas une pipe

Looks like Fuzz the Dog decided to make at least one René Magritte painting make sense. Give a brief laugh and move on.

Failure in a Green World

Ziggy also received several notices from several major law and financial forms informing him that he would never, ever be considered for a position with them. The fact that he's never heard of these organizations begs the question: can premeditated rejection exist? Is that even rejection at all? With the sky and grass bathed a hideous green do we even have very long left on this Earth with which to worry about petty scams?

One-Liners Worth Fighting For Sunday

"Why are all of the mountains different colors? Why do I have a three-foot peak stuck up my tookus? When you can answer these questions, you will be worthy to sit on Peak No. 4G, three over and two to the left."


"Avaricious" is the word to describe this person. When you work for an organization that essentially cannibalizes people, devours their essence, then crushes their spirits it's only fitting to look the part.


Better caption: "Hey, Slick! Can I get some mutha******* birdseed over here!?"

Yup - Ziggy's slick. His pants slide right off.


Lesse - Ziggy's car should have "Republican Party" written across it, his head tattooed "newly-inclusive Conservatism" and the road "The Shadow of Bush." Am I forgetting anything?


Ziggy was not meant to be drawn from this perspective, unless we are to understand that he reproduces asexually. No - he's like a lizard! And when you cut off his nose, out grows another Ziggy!

Goodnight, everybody!

Ziggy's secret vices

"This has been a reminder of government omniscience. We can and will find you. Have a nice day."

Ziggy seems to know all-too-well just exactly what this sign is talking about, and has no intention to give up his occasional dabblings in it.

Unhappy Medium

Though a psychic who can remotely open your fly may not be particularly desirable (depending, of course, on your predilections), the fact that we can see Ziggy's smooth, curved buttflesh pretty much rules out pants entirely. I think it's more likely that this mophaired mentalist is tapping into an adult frequency by mistake on that old crystal.

(NOTE: To hear my two alternate, much funnier interpretations of this strip you'll need to ask me in person. This is a family blog, constant references to burning flesh and Armageddon notwithstanding.)

Coming soon to every shelf near you

Some of us pay enough attention to Ziggy to notice this type of recycling. Still, it's possible that Ziggy is returning to the same store, comfortable enough to shed the disguise and try out some of the higher-shelved, more risque viewing.


Not to imply that Ziggy's world ever makes complete sense. Here he types out a frantic message to American newspaper readers, one which will not be heeded. Ziggy's been sending us coded messages for years - stock predictions, political analysis and only occasionally the explicit whereabouts of his abduction. He's so used to being misinterpreted that his cries for help have gotten ever more obvious. No help will come.

Duly feared squeakage

His filthy, prowling uncle who keeps promising that he'll violate his court order and visit his beloved, traumatized nephew. You understand the apprehension here.