The blog of Richard Thompson, caricaturist, creator of "Cul de Sac," and winner of the 2011 Reuben Award for Outstanding Cartoonist of the Year.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Cheese War
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Happy Birthday, Elvis
Your Unnecessary Spot Illustration of the Day
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Your Unnecessary Spot Illustration of the Day

Sunday, January 3, 2010
Happy Birthday, J.R.R.R.R.R.R.Tolkien

My dad gave me The Hobbit when I was about 10 and sick in bed and I still remember reading it for the first time and having weird and intense dreams. It took me a few years to get through the Rings trilogy (or nonology, or whatever it is), and in high school I got in trouble in English class for laughing because I was reading Bored of the Rings (the teacher confiscated the book and gave it back two days later saying, jeez, that's hilarious). I didn't really reread it until the late 90s, when I heard they were making a movie (that I thought would be lousy). I've got several friends who read it every year or so, and one guy I knew years ago read it on a long cross-country motorcycle trip. That seems like the ideal way to make your way through it. Just imagine there are Black Riders on your tail, and watch those miles whiz by.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Fan Art Saturday Falls On A Saturday Every Week So Far This Year
This beautiful set of figures was sculpted by Caleb Giannini, who sent me these photos. He used Sculpey and air-drying clay, and I think he's captured them just perfectly. Thank you, Caleb, for starting off another year of Fan Art with such fine work! Take a bow!
Next up, the Uh-Oh Baby Dashboard Bobblehead, sure to make drivers everywhere more alert and aware and slightly more paranoid, leading to a nationwide decline in traffic accidents.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Things To Come

For more on what this means, go here.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
The Uninteresting Times
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas Continued Some More, But Just Barely

Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas Continued Some More

Saturday, December 26, 2009
Christmas Continued
The below image was for the American Diabetes Association magazine, another long-time client I haven't worked for recently. DC has associations of every description (there's even an Association of Association Executives) and all of them have or had a magazine or newsletter that used freelance illustrators. You could build a pretty good career working for them, and before I got more into purer (ha!) cartooning, I did a lot of work for them, almost as much as I did for the Post.
This is in alkyd too. Alkyds are somewhat like oils, though their texture is a little tarrier they thin with turpentine, but they use a resin instead of linseed oil as the vehicle for the pigment. They also dry faster than oil and you can use them on paper, which oil will eventual corrode. So they're well-suited for illustration work. The way I used them was this; I'd draw a rough in ink on a thin, semi-translucent layout paper called Ad Art, once made by Beinfang (but alas, no longer, I loved that paper), put another piece of Ad Art paper on top and draw a more finished (but still loose enough) final, then spray mount it on a piece of 2-ply Bristol board (it had to be pliable to fit on a drum for scanning). Then I'd put a first layer of alkyd using Winsor & Newton Liquin (a thixotropic alkyd gel medium) mixed with some warm tint, like an ochre or something, and work some details a little with colored pencil, which would somewhat liquify and mix with the Liquin. Then I'd let it dry, maybe spraying it with Krylon, and do another layer of color and another, etc, building up a bunch of glazes, which gave it a nice depth. And what did I use to put the alkyds on the paper? My favorite tool was a little wad of the spongy foam rubber they put under wall to wall carpeting; I had a giant roll of it and I'd just tear off a suitable piece. That and Q-tips. Silly as it sounds, it wasn't too different from what others have used over the years. Casein paint, a milk-based paint, would stick well to the Krylon (if it was matte Krylon) and was useful for detail work, like the red threads in the sewing machine in the image above. When it was finished I'd have a pretty snappy looking little painted art objet. But it was time-consuming and smelly and messy, none of which you want on a deadline. And when we suddenly had a baby around, I wanted something less toxic.
I'd been leery of watercolor for years as I thought they were difficult and unforgiving. So I started with them fairly slow and easy, using only a few colors, a couple of warm colors and a blue maybe. The first watercolor I did under a deadline was a little drawing of Colin Powell for the New Yorker; it had maybe 3 colors in it and looked just fine. I learned a few simple rules and tricks. All colors handle somewhat differently, especially in a medium with the immediacy of watercolor, and as you use them their personalities reveal themselves. I still don't know exactly what I'm doing, but nobody's caught on yet, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell them.
This has been your art lesson for today.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Winter Pageant

"We are Winter's jewels,
Dancing through the air,
We filter out pollution
To deposit everywhere.
Just stop what you are doing,
And admire our symmetry,
Our awesome shining whiteness and our
Hexagonality.
We muck around with traffic,
And disarrange your day,
We bring the gift of frostbite
And an exuse for kids to play
Games like "snowball down the collar,"
And "hit the passing cars."
And "decorate the snowman
With Dad's finest choice cigars."
We provide a chance to shovel:
There's no time for being bored.
Remember, Mother Nature
Doesn't like to be ignored."
Dancing through the air,
We filter out pollution
To deposit everywhere.
Just stop what you are doing,
And admire our symmetry,
Our awesome shining whiteness and our
Hexagonality.
We muck around with traffic,
And disarrange your day,
We bring the gift of frostbite
And an exuse for kids to play
Games like "snowball down the collar,"
And "hit the passing cars."
And "decorate the snowman
With Dad's finest choice cigars."
We provide a chance to shovel:
There's no time for being bored.
Remember, Mother Nature
Doesn't like to be ignored."
Christmas Sweater Voting Now Open!

Here's the schedule (I could've said "schedYULE' again)-
So hurry! It's your duty as a patriot!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Saint Santa

Ancient and Unrelated Almanack
This here's from Sunday, June 29, 1997. I know because I scanned it from a copy of the Wash Post Style section of that date, which I found in a drawer in my studio. This was about the third or fourth Poor Almanack I did, though it wasn't called Richard's Poor Almanac(k) then, or anything else. It changed names every time, which wasn't much use for building up a readership. I like this one just fine, though I'd forgotten all about it. I gave the original to Ms. Carolyn Hax, who liked it a lot too.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Winter's Jewels

Here are two completions of Alice's Snowflake Ditty, which I swiped from my brother's old kindergarten play. The first line was all that I remembered; my patchwork gloss on it is above, from tomorrow's strip, and it's pretty straight. The two below are much funnier. Thanks to Jennifer and Fritz for letting me post these!
This first one is by my friend Jennifer Hart, Arlington, who any close reader of the Washington Post will recognize as a master of the Washington Post Style Invitational entries.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air
Melting on your sweater
but not your underwear.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
We taste like icy diamonds, with
a hint of aged Gruyere.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
If we were REALLY jewels,
you'd be a zillionaire.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
On break, we go antiquing
and price Fiestaware.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
We tried to tell that golfer,
"Don't anger the au pair."
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
Tax and tags included,
except in Delaware!
Melting on your sweater
but not your underwear.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
We taste like icy diamonds, with
a hint of aged Gruyere.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
If we were REALLY jewels,
you'd be a zillionaire.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
On break, we go antiquing
and price Fiestaware.
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
We tried to tell that golfer,
"Don't anger the au pair."
We are winter's jewels
dancing on the air.
Tax and tags included,
except in Delaware!
This is by Fritzoid, who left it as a comment on the GoComics post under the holiday nom de plume Fritzkringle.
We are winter’s jewels,
Dancing through the air.
Crystal shards of starlight,
Sticking in your hair.
Accumulating on the ground,
A foot or two (or more).
We hope the plow comes down your street,
If you need to reach the store…
Traffic’s at a standstill!
Cabin fever’s rife!
Three months out of every year
We paralyze your life!
Heart attacks from shoveling!
Power lines that break!
So much havoc wrought from
Each tiny little flake!
But if by chance the sun comes out,
And melts us all away,
Remember Frosty’s vengeful vow:
”I’LL BE BACK… on Christmas Day!”
Last Day! Christmas Sweater Contest! Prizes Prizes Prizes!

Here's the schedule (I could've said "schedYULE' again)-
So hurry! No time to lose! It'll make all those years of wearing a big ugly Christmas sweater finally pay off!
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