Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for December 20, 2021

When no one is interested in the Temple of Todd, he’ll enter into a new phase of awareness of his lack of importance to everyone else.

It won’t be long before Todd becomes aware of what the rest of Ballard St. thinks of him, this week the local bookshop and produce stand is having a sale on over ripe vegetables.

No good, Todd. People won’t even know it’s you!

Todd – and JVA – should win some sort of award for clueless euphemism. Todd mistakes self-adulation for self-awareness.

Like the Pasadena Rose Parade board of directors is gonna approve that.

It looks like a creepy funeral pyre.

Todd is following instructions he got online to overcome his inferiority complex.

Hopefully, this is just a phase. Todd will soon get over himself.

I’m sure his neighbors will help. Hopefully they don’t “help” too much.

“Dear Todd, who art on Ballard, hollow be thy name. Thy wagon come, thy picture shown on the street as it is at home. Ah, men (especially Ballard men)”

Appears to be a confused shriner.

Todds awareness might be torn to shreds if he takes that thing past Scooters house.

He thinks a lot of himself!

Mega-Todd, Meta-Todd… Eh, what’s the difference? ッ

He’s a ghost?

It’s all about you, isn’t it, Todd. :)

“ALL HAIL TODD!”

Whoa – slow down there, Todd! The candles aren’t staying lit!

Todd thinks he’s Todd Terrific. Boy, will he be shocked when he finds out what the rest of the world thinks of him.

Does Tod think he is dead?