I haven’t read this yet, but I love the idea. It makes sense. The talking animals, designed to play records or vacuum floors, descendants of bio-tweaked husbandry. The co-existence of humans and (cloned) dinosaurs. The echo of 20th Century pop culture — bowling alleys, Cary Granite — that could only be known to a future civilization.
The Flintstones, a post-historic family.
Why The Flintstones Takes Place in a Post-Apocalyptic Future | Cracked.com.
When I see someone without a shirt, especially if that someone is green and damp, I need to put on a shirt of my own; to take off the eldritch chill.
Though I’ve never sold this cartoon, it’s one of my favorites. I love the punchline. It’s rare to read an old punchline and not feel the flutter in my chest that says, revise it, make it better.
I’m puzzled by the eyelashes, a classic bit of visual shorthand. They’re not necessary. The punchline depends on tonnage disparity, not gender. That’s the first clue to the cartoon’s age; only a younger me would have thought the elephant needed the blatant and traditional signage for gender identification. Male, female, the punchline still works. The second is the spacing of the eyes. Today I favor the widely-space variety you see on the man. This might be a transitional cartoon, with elements new and old. A Missing Link cartoon, except for the missing part.
UPDATE:
Mark Heath cartoons 