Thinking about drawing stick figure cartoons

This is a collection of cartoon ideas about stick figures that I recently found in a scrappy old notebook. Its lo-fi objective was apparently not to even draw the cartoons, but to let the reader do that in her head. I did add a few just so I could rediscover what the hell I was trying to do.

- STICK FIGURES WITH SMALL STRIATIONS ACROSS THEM. "The cartoonist thought his stick figures had stretchmarks, but then realized it was just cathair."
- JUST A SINGLE VERTICAL LINE. CAPTION: "What stick figures look like to each other."
- BLANK PAGE. "In the early 80s, the stick-figures unwisely dabbled in atheism for a few days."
- A STICK CAT LOOKING AT THE READER SAYING: "What the fuck?"
- A COUPLE OF STICK FIGURES LOOKING BEWILDERED. "The stick figures couldn't tell if they were racist or not."
- A LARGE @. "Todd was part tumbleweed."
- TWO STICK FIGURES. "Mary-Kate and Ashley traded heads for a day."
- BLANK PAGE. "The day Teflon came to town."
- A 3x3 GRID WITH Xs AND Os. "Tic-Tac-Toe is a war crime."

Yeah. I've no idea either.

I have no idea what this is

blinking out of my sunday window, i saw my middle-aged neighbour in her kitchen. she was wearing a big yellow bee costume. she looked busy.

today i reformatted and restored my ailing computer. i wiped it clean like they did McMurphy. i lost all my archives in the process. perhaps the Chief'll finish it off tonight.

valent tines

<< collision >>
>> collusion <<
<< illusory >>
>> elision <<
<< elution >>
>> lesion <<
<< ablution >>
>> ablation <<

more post-its and aphorisms

- ever noticed that as our representation becomes more figurative, we rely ever heavier on a literal interpretation of it?

- ever feel that your social guilt is that of an individual and that your individual guilt is that of a member?

- Guerrilla Gardening... I'm sow in!

videmocrazism

some interesting clips and media...



- Don Hertzfeldt's Rejected... saw this at Just For Laughs, then a friend reminded me of its existence last year.

- Billy's Balloon reminds me a little of my dad's globophobia, or, fear of balloons

- Monsatan and Faux News kissykissy

- I'm Alan Partridge... My favourite comedy series of all-time (season 1 is from '97; season 2 from 2002). I think it's genius.

- I was wondering what happened to the coverage on the Anthrax Attacks... something I read a few years ago now in palatable 'clip' form.

- And lastly, when one takes into consideration the use of oil to underwrite the value of currency, this article can explain much of the recent saber-rattling against Iran. Sure, there's many sparking loose wires in here, but what else, other than conjecture, do we really have to go on? This one also helps explain the money system.

Full Self-Esteem Ahead...

Sat here turning phrases and opening lines about like a rusty, off-centre lathe for a good 20 minutes already. Pulse has synch'd with the despondent-looking cursor, which blinks at a pace approaching near-aerobic for me these cloistered days. But I've brooded my way to accepting that this entry will be an ungainly exercise, like a squid challenging a gazelle to a round of hopscotch, minus the funny sounds. It will be disjunctive (thus suitably representative) and moldy; weak on digestible content and doubtlessly several astronomical units away from the deportment necessary to convey my apologies to my friends and loved ones.

The good news though is that this is an elect state of mind for me as compared to the 3 odd months passed... you see, I'm almost re-heartened. Which is thumbs-up!

so... HELLO WORLD!!

I won't tell you where I've been. I'll allude: an amoebic disembodied tongue in a pickle-barrel. My phone has been nothing more than ballast on a foundering ship. It may've well been up my butt (which I guess'd bring new meaning to having a great ringtone).

You see, I am a depressive.
Not 'prone to the blues'. Not morose. Not histrionic. Not reactionary. But neuro-tragic. It turns the world literally inside-out. And all my choice is confounded by the 'reality'. It's a systemic corruption of consciousness. I'll list it...
- Words get slippery. I cherish vocabulary. It's the ecology of idea and the one reply we've generated to our impermanence. One slippery word starts the mudslide. One semantic gaffe... well... 'All for the want of one horseshoe nail, the kingdom was lost.'
- Free will becomes a hostage-taker. All pursuit of creating positive feedback loops only strengthens the sense of victimization. And I am vehemently opposed to victimization - it is habituated fear, and fear cordons and enslaves.
- Music sucks.
- Dependencies and addictions increase. Concern of this fact is in inverse correlation.
- The people who normally buoy you and keep you thinking and ultimately make you whole (you social animal you), become demons. You envy their apparent completion. You feel 'open' to scrutiny, and presuming you know how they feel about you, feel that its bad (in actuality you are feeling you feeling you, which upon further reflection is a gross violation of the other person's freedom = you unwittingly disallow their conscious presence). Your response is to avoid them.
- You become physically weak. Mayhaps from lack of healthy living in total, but it feels like a psychic ailment still.
- Lost time.
- Not even nothing matters. All is trivial.
- You flake-out a lot. Break vows, devotions, commitments.
- You feel that your simple presence on the planet, as a part of the whole, debases the 'good' of the rest. That you destroy it by being.
- Perhaps the worst bit, and linked closely to the free-will: you become you're own excuse and question your agency ('Am I 'creating' this? or am I a creation of this?')

Pretty bad stuff. It's only a fragment of 'me', but when it happens, it happens for a spell unbroken.
And yet, I emerge now from it... an astonishing thing to watch, as it's hard to know what to attribute it to. a squirting of brain? a flexed push of thought? an emotional levee? ... whatever, it feels good.

One caveat here:
Depression does not equal feeling 'unhappy' or 'sad' or 'angry'. Depression may CAUSE those feelings, but in and of itself it is NOT an emotion. It is a numbing of competency and sheer life-presence. If you, as a person, have a rough day and say: 'I was depressed today' then please, for the sake of veracity, know that that's what you mean.

In the meantime and the nicetime, I'll be talking to you...
My face is reforming and I'm lurching back into your life!