Jason Chatfield
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Photo by Alessandro Bellone on Unsplash

Everyone’s on edge. It isn’t always your fault.

Someone flipped you off in traffic, your boss flipped out at you when you did something small that annoyed them, someone said something God-awful to you in a comment on social media, your partner blew up at you and stormed off after a stressful week.

Relax. You’re going to take it personally, but 9 times out of 10, It’s more about them than it is about you.

It’s easy to take the blame for something someone throws at you in a moment of frustration. It’s a common response to stress to project it onto other people. …


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Photo ©Copyright 2020 Jason Chatfield

It may have been a bit of a shithole, but it was my shithole.

No Respect, I tell ya.

October 14, 2020

When I moved to New York 6 years ago, I had a notebook with 7 years worth of jokes in it that I’d been performing in Australia. None of them worked in New York. I flushed my notebook down the toilet at the Ludlow Hotel, blocked the toilet and fled as the water rose and flooded the bathroom. A worthy death for a such tired, dreadful material.

Over the following 3 years, I went out every night of the week, did 3–4 spots each night and worked up a new hour of material (ok, 35 minutes of actually decent material, 25 minutes of B and C-grade material.) …


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(Credit: Jason Chatfield and Scott Dooley, as seen on The Weekly Humorist)

A lot of people have asked me about my take on the President’s dubiously swift recovery; if I think (having had the virus) that it’s possible to recover within a few days, especially as a septuagenarian? Was it a political stunt to swing an election? Was he really sick?

My answer is probably disappointing, but my response is: “I don’t really know; I’m not a doctor, and I’m not prone having my sail raised so as to be ballooned by any wind of bullshit that comes by.” (to quote the late Hitch). Conspiracy theories are rife in the current climate, and I’m not inclined to stoke the fires of any. There are enough people on the internet doing that.

But as we roll ever closer to the precipice of oblivion, be sure to stay tuned for more rollicking mockery.

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Every morning I take the dog out for a walk for an hour or so. No earbuds, no phone, just a book under my arm, a pencil in my pocket and a poop-bag in my hand.

Some of the best creative ideas I’ve ever had have come to me in these first hours after waking, watching my French Bulldog* puppy coerce a golden retriever thrice his size to wrestle. (he always loses.)
*We think he might be a mut.

My point is, I walk home with endless marginalia scribbled in the book, along with the flyleaf covered in other ideas that might be good for ‘when I get time.’ …


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A pattern from the daily rituals of the world’s greatest minds.

June 8, 2020

I just finished reading and re-reading Mason Currey’s fantastic book Daily Rituals: How Artists Work. I couldn’t put it down. I highly recommend it for any artist struggling to establish a daily routine in whatever your new normal looks like.

“ Routine , in an intelligent man , is a sign of ambition , ”
~W.H. Auden, 1958 .

I went through and highlighted something I found as a very interesting correlation across 400 years of the greatest writers, artists, poets, composers and other creative minds detailed in the book.

There are a few variations, but the very clear pattern is this:

Most artists work in solitude for around 3–4 hours, usually in the morning.

Sidenote: Many of them have a daily walk somewhere in their schedule, too, but that’s a less common detail.


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See more of Chatfield’s work here.


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Guy in bed witby Jason Chatfield — (Please note: This is not official medical advice.)
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You’re sitting at the kitchen table researching COVID-19 (watching puppy videos) when you get that tingle in your joints
You’re sitting at the kitchen table researching COVID-19 (watching puppy videos) when you get that tingle in your joints
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DAY 2: Still Denial
DAY 2: Still Denial
You’re lying in bed with a fever of 105 but you convince yourself only OTHER people get “the virus”
You’re lying in bed with a fever of 105 but you convince yourself only OTHER people get “the virus”
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DAY 3: Netflix and The Chills
DAY 3: Netflix and The Chills
You chomp down on paracetamol like Skittles to keep your fever under control (every 3 hours)
You chomp down on paracetamol like Skittles to keep your fever under control (every 3 hours)
You isolate yourself from humanity. You walk outside. You can not stop shaking.
You isolate yourself from humanity. You walk outside. You can not stop shaking.
Man standing on deck in a rug, shivering uncontrollably.
Man standing on deck in a rug, shivering uncontrollably.
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You can’t stand up without feeling like you’re going to pass out. No more showers. (but wash your hands).
You can’t stand up without feeling like you’re going to pass out. No more showers. (but wash your hands).
Man on ground with blanket on — fever, chills, fever dreams, sore hips for some reason.
Man on ground with blanket on — fever, chills, fever dreams, sore hips for some reason.
DAY 5: It comes in waves
DAY 5: It comes in waves
You feel fine for like a while-ish, then out of nowhere you get PUNCHED in the FACE with diarrhea and fever and chills and mo
You feel fine for like a while-ish, then out of nowhere you get PUNCHED in the FACE with diarrhea and fever and chills and mo
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You breathe in and it sounds like the sound Coco Pops make when you pour milk on them. You call your local HEALTH DEPT. You a
You breathe in and it sounds like the sound Coco Pops make when you pour milk on them. You call your local HEALTH DEPT. You a
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DAY 7: Try to finish a sentence without coughing
DAY 7: Try to finish a sentence without coughing
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You now look like Tom Hanks in Castaway. You haven’t showered in four days.
You now look like Tom Hanks in Castaway. You haven’t showered in four days.
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Guy passed out in shower asking “Is this technically a bath now?”
Guy passed out in shower asking “Is this technically a bath now?”
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Day 9: Pan(dem)ic
Day 9: Pan(dem)ic
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Your mind immediately runs to Kate Winslet in Contagion.
Your mind immediately runs to Kate Winslet in Contagion.
Guy on phone which is telling him “You have it” — Guy is thinking “I’m going to die in a local basketball stadium”.
Guy on phone which is telling him “You have it” — Guy is thinking “I’m going to die in a local basketball stadium”.
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You think about every single object you touched in the last month.
You think about every single object you touched in the last month.
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You wipe down EVERYTHING because you’re contagious butthead.
You wipe down EVERYTHING because you’re contagious butthead.
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*Seriously though, if you have trouble breathing, call your doctor immediately.
*Seriously though, if you have trouble breathing, call your doctor immediately.
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PLEASE NOTE: This is not professional medical advice. Call your doctor if you are experiencing symptoms.

Footnote: We have both since made a full recovery and went into full isolation once we were diagnosed. Please stay safe.

Jason is a cartoonist for The New Yorker, MAD, WIRED, Airmail, Variety and The Weekly Humorist. See more of his work here.


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Mort in studio, May 2009

April 9, 2020

When I was a kid living in my Mum’s duplex in Perth, I would get $4.49 per week from my paper route. I probably should have been saving it, but as soon as that cash hit my palm I would jump on my bike and zoom down to the corner store to blow all of it on the latest issue of MAD (Okay, it was $2.95 (cheap!), but I blew the rest on sweet, sweet candy).

It was exhilarating as a kid to discover that there was a magazine that was not only full of the best cartoons I’d ever seen but was full of funny and wildly irreverent writing. There was nothing like it. …

About

Jason Chatfield

🇦🇺 NYC Cartoonist/Writer for @NewYorker and stand-up comic. Syndicated daily in 34 countries. President of The National Cartoonists Society. #BlockedByTrump

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