Worst Cupid Ever
Suddenly, I'm glad I don't have a valentine
I got a late start on this cartoon, and because of that, I'm not going to write you a great blog today, not that I ever write great blogs. But I am going to ramble a little bit, so bear with me.
I started on a cartoon this morning that was pretty risky. And Laura kind of psyched me out from publishing it because she didn't get it, and what she did understand wasn’t the direction I wanted the cartoon to go in, so it psyched me out. I have a lot of trust in Laura, even when I don't take her advice or disagree with her. I respect the others who proofread my cartoons as well, but they don't analyze the cartoons as Laura does. Laura dives in.
The cartoon is also on a dangerous subject, which I'm using to be funny. Admittedly, it’s tacky. And events can change in a way that not only ruins the cartoon, but also makes me a bad guy. With that said, I've had nearly a day to think about it, and I think I'm gonna do it tomorrow. It's going to be one of those damn-the-torpedoes days.
While I was reconsidering the cartoon, I wrote a few other ideas and made tuna salad for sandwiches. I also sliced an apple. Who says I am not productive? And since it's so late now, I am ordering food to be delivered. It will be white meat Peruvian chicken with vegetables. I'll be sure not to eat the skin. I hope it's not too salty. I’ll know very quickly if it is.
As for the other ideas I wrote today, they start off as something I think is great, but after I start sketching them out, I start to hate them. And then this one came to me, and what sold it to me in my head was the Cupids outside the window with the motel sign behind them. For some reason, that, in my head, along with the Washington Monument, made me want to draw the cartoon. No, it was not the yam tits, which a couple of readers have used in the comments on this cartoon on my Facebook page.
I would have thrown in a few more details and Easter eggs if I weren't running so late. I finished the cartoon around 7:30 PM. That sucks because I started drawing around 9 AM. I could've been done around noon if I didn't psych myself out. I know I blamed Laura earlier, but it's really my fault. No one gets in my way better than I can.
Also, Goldie made me laugh. And I couldn't stop laughing. I would calm the laughing down and try to start drawing again, only for the laughing to return. The reason this is a problem is that every time I laugh, my shoulder hurts. I'm talking about my stroke shoulder. Yes, the pain is still there. Sometimes it’s mild, and I don't feel it unless I move my arm or try to reach up, like washing my hair, putting on deodorant, or opening a cabinet door, but it's there. Laughing really makes it hurt. And for some reason, Goldie really tickled me today. And then I had to draw Peezy.
And I just started laughing again.
Drawn in 30 seconds.
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This was a lot of fun, Clay!
Love the creepy references to Psycho (Janet Leigh/Bates Motel?), Valentine’s Day (Cupid, hearts, and arrows), South Park, Trump bedding down with a certified KKK racist, the cigs, the drippy lotion, the funny sippy cup…
I just threw up in my mouth a little. 🤢
Great job, Clay! And could we please get a better Cupid for the next presidency?
P.S. - Some of your blogs have, in fact, been pretty damned good.