There's nothing like a Saturday morning trad to get your weekend off right. Wrap up in your comforter and scroll down for a smattering of cartoons from this week - Enjoy!

"I'm nothing, and yet I'm all I can think about."

Another dreary Saturday morning in November brings you another cheerful edition of Saturday morning cartoons - this time in bigger and more legible font! Enjoy!

"I love just hanging out in my favorite chair."

By Edward Koren from The New Yorker

For some Sunday morning is a sacred time. For Columbia scholars, however, leisurely brunches and other holier Sunday morning traditions are often sullied by Saturday night's hangover and Monday's looming deadlines. But, remember it's only Saturday and today must borrow nothing of tomorrow!

So this drizzly November morning, Bwog offers a spread of cartoons to give your day a sunnier start. Everyone fondly remembers the matinal hours spent with the Animaniacs and Pepper Ann, and so does Bwog, but today we spotlight grown-up cartoons. Today's cartoons are inspired by the election and require a more liberal sense of humor - enjoy!

"I know it's just a political buzzword, but the idea of change really resonates with me."

Because they're sooooo similar, not in terms of theme and content mind you, but because we so love them both. Hugs all around.

Firstly, Jester (with a cool new website!):

"Constant, murderous raping" (page 8)

Children: they're not that special! (page 9)

The most useful thing Jester has ever published (page 14)

National stereotyping, with guns! (page 20)

Morton Williams ad not very funny (page 25)

Y'know, I was wondering that myself. I mean, they really shouldn't be able to, should they? But then again, they wouldn't really be exploiting or causing pain to another living creature--quite the opposite, in most situations. What say you, vegans? (page 26)

And lastly:

It's the OxyClean that does it for me

White people: a field guide

The most useful thing the Fed has ever published

Guns!

Escorts!

And enough general hilarity to brighten up a morbidly gray, late November afternoon!

Once upon a Thursday dreary, into Hillel I wandered weak and weary and heard many a piece of dreadful lore...

The 22nd Annual Joyce Kilmer Memorial Bad Poetry Contest had many moments, ranging from hilarity to mediocrity to...is that Umbrella in Latin? Whether it was Columbia Blue balls from the window to the wall or a scientific explanation of Paradiso or a dissertation of the lovability of your cat rendered in fourth grade, readings were intense and poetry was by all means bad.

The night was kicked off by Thomas Vinciguerra, the very same Columbian that, 21 years before, kicked off the original Bad Poetry Contest in John Jay lounge and helped revive the Philolexian Society after years of dormancy. A consequence of the contest's popularity has been to attract not only geezers (Philo alums) back to Morningside Heights but also several members of University of Pennsylvania's Philomathean Society.

Frustrated with the slow progress of the Manhattanville expansion, Columbia instead decided to dedicate its resources towards constructing a magical Bridge to Terebithia, and annex a SUNY that doesn't exist. Hurrah!

Or maybe somebody has a plaque maker, a sense of humor and a little too much time on his/her hands.

Thanks to Jonathan Bell for noticing.