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‘BTG’ is one of the most popular humor authors of all time. With numerous New York Times Best Sellers to his credit, countless publishing awards, and over 22,000,000 copies sold in 115 countries, you would think his brain would be highly organized ... But it’s not.
The Lost Bear feature, exclusive to GoComics, is ample proof of this. Welcome to BTG’s lifelong cerebral misadventure. The Lost Bear showcases the delightfully odd daily debris that tumbles out of BTG’s head when his mental engine starts to misfire. This is public therapy at its most entertaining, set within an absurdist pseudo-intellectual petting zoo – Feel free to feed the bear.
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margueritem
said, 11 months ago
How very haiku.
Superfrog said, 11 months ago
Somehow this brings Doris Day to mind singing “Be my little baby bumble bee” in the movie “By the light of the silvery moon”.
JohnnyDiego said, 11 months ago
As a kid growing up in Southern California we had a Night-Blooming Jasmine tree in the back yard and summer evenings were filled with the sweet scent of its flowers.
For most of my childhood, as my parents pronounced it, I thought we had night-n-bloomin-jazzmen back there.
INGSOC
said, 11 months ago
Only keep away at a safe distance, otherwise some of them may decide to go after you with stingers completely erect….!!
pcolli said, 11 months ago
This one reminds me of the Japanese Ukiyo woodblock prints.
Happy, happy, happy!!!
said, 11 months ago
this is more proof that gocomics needs a “like” button.
i like it but i have no coment beyond that.
“like”
eagleskies
said, 11 months ago
Yeah! Jasmine! Them and Plumeria blossoms (frangipani), yum. On my HNL layovers, during my morning exercise I’d pick up freshly fallen Plumeria blossoms that litter Ala Moana park in Waikiki and arrange them on the nightstand to perfume the room for the day. Heaven!
Lisa 4romMpls said, 11 months ago
Pretty background. Your bees all look a little surprised…what are they looking at??
BTG said, 11 months ago
@margueritem
Thank you, Marg,
I believe the syllable count is both excessive and unbalanced, but your sentiment is both sweet and true.
: )
BTG said, 11 months ago
@Superfrog
: )
BTG said, 11 months ago
@JohnnyDiego
What a wonderful memory to have … Even in that grating transplanted New England accent.
: )
BTG said, 11 months ago
@INGSOC
’Tis true, I have certainly inhaled my fair share of bees.
Once on a summer holiday, I was laying by swimming pool beneath a jasmine covered wall – it was all very blissful, until I was woken up when a bee stung me on my top lip – it was both painful and embarrassing, as my yelps brought the attention of all and sundry, and they stared at this large, clumsy Australian with a swollen face, cursing and dancing like the wounded fool I am.
: )
BTG said, 11 months ago
@pcolli
Then it may interest you to know the background art is actually Chinese – it’s a snapshot of an ancient silk painting from the 12th Century, during the Song Dynasty, entitled “Branch of Flowering White Jasmine”. You can see an image on Wikipedia, though the original is proudly housed in the Shanghai Museum.
BTG
BTG said, 11 months ago
@Happy, happy, happy!!!
Thank you, Young Hallford!
: )
BTG said, 11 months ago
@eagleskies
I know what you mean, EagleSkies,
I once planted several Frangipani trees on the breeze side of the hill on my old farm,Turtle Cottage, in Northern New South Wales.
Whenever the afternoon breezes would roll up the valley from the sea, about ten miles away, the fragrance would flood the yard and the house – pure heavan indeed!
: )