Hi to all of my six superfans — I was able to get the “Those Flowers” image working (it looked to be broken this morning), so hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
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I Voted
Hi all,
For all three of you who read my blog (maybe less now, since I haven’t updated in like sixteen years), I want to encourage you to get out and vote today (if you’re an American citizen). I won’t tell you who I voted for, beause I don’t kiss and tell, but I will say this — I just feel lucky to be a part of the experience. To have a black guy be leading in the polls like this is remarkable. You don’t have to be black to feel the great catharsis that’s brewing. So there, you probably figured out who I voted for. I’ve been sick and not very inspired to draw lately, but maybe this new, fresh breeze that’s come a-blowin’ through will fill my lungs with a sweeter air than we’ve been breathing these last eight years and inspire me to get back to the drawing board. Thank God our national nightmare ends today.
Four Panels and a Question
It’s a fair question. How will we welcome our troops home? I hope they’re treated well because they didn’t ask for all of this. Will they come home and fade into our subconscious? In our collective attempt to forget this war will we forget them too? I’m not some outlandish patriot, I’ve just been wondering about that. What do you all think?
The Blog King
Abject adulation! That’s what I want. 
Just kidding. I feel like down deep though, every blogger has this desire for mass recognition. Some days I think that would be nice, I won’t lie. It’s just funny that the only means by which a blogger has been able to get mass exposure is because all of the other tens of millions of bloggers out there blogging away, thus adding tremendously to the pool of competition over which one has to yell to have their voice heard. What a paradox!
Saw a pretty good movie last night called “Death at a Funeral”. Slow in the beginning but gets funny toward the middle. If anyone’s looking for a semi-obscure British comedy, check it out. No big names (directed by Frank Oz though). I laughed more than a few times.
Para-SHOOT!
I feel like I’ve been doing a bit of this lately, storming ahead without paying attention to the little details. Or the big ones, for that matter. I’m reading the novel ”Love in the Time of Cholera” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Anyone ever read it? It’s brilliant. Drop what you’re doing and read it now. So far the book seems to be about what happens when you stop yourself from charging ahead through life in favor of staying safe. This is a theme I’ve been working through in my own life, for reasons I won’t get into here. But I’m thinking that, on balance, our lives are so short that we must go with our feelings on some things or risk regret. Anyone have any thoughts on this?
Update: I just realized I spelled “tandem” wrong in the comic. Oops. Oh well.
Fusion Delusion
This one’s not really inspired by anything. Or I guess I’m starting to get to the point in my life where I like what I like and I’m less interested in all the weird fusions out there, musical and otherwise.
Yoga Gangstas
Is anyone else tired of hearing about their friends who chant and do yoga and burn incense? I used to have much more tolerance for this. I used to sit and listen to my friends in awe as they told me that after work twice a week they’d go to a super hot room above a bakery and sit on a mat and get centered with (insert any god’s name here). I now have no time for this. The other day a guy I know told me he’d hired a chanting instructor and I almost ran out the door. He explained that this guy comes into town once every four months from India or Colorado or wherever and holds marathon chanting sessions with him and then he leaves to God knows where. He explained this in a mysterious voice, slightly hushed, his eyes all intense. To me, sitting in a hot room on a hard floor for three days chanting words I don’t even know is not relaxing. I’d much rather watch T.V. or read a book. Or draw, of course. Anyone else have a friend like this who swears that yoga/chanting is the greatest thing in the world?
British Re-Invasion
The pound being worth what it is, I think the British could re-invade us easily. We already love their accent. What’ll happen is this: China will take over us, then England will take over them and us, much the same way they took over Hong Kong. Doesn’t sound too far-fetched, does it?
Leave the Poor Pop Stars Alone
I used to feel the way about Sean Paul that I now feel about Usher. If they’d only played his songs five or six times ever on the radio and then burned all of his CD’s, I’d think he was a great artist. But it’s like there’s a conspiracy and all the radio DJ’s want to expose certain artist’s flaws by playing them over and over again. No musician can stand up against that. Case in point? Bob Marley. No one can ever convince me that “No Woman No Cry” is a great song because I’ve heard it 53,000,000 times, and I’ve heard every teeny flaw in that song and it’s like death hearing it now. Sure, on paper it’s a great song. Deep, soulful, pure poetry. But every time I hear that mellow intro I want to take off running.
Indiana Brian and The Kingdom of the Confusing Movies / Caption Contest Winner
Am I right? Was Indiana Jones 4 not the most weirdly confusing movie of the year? I’m still trying to figure out how the raving lunatic Oxley managed to escape the asylum, get the skull he’d stashed, and then return it to the weird burlap pods with the conquistadors in them. Or is that what he did? There was so much damned EXPLAINING going on that I couldn’t follow it. The film itself was as bad special effects-wise as The Temple of Doom and even more dry. They should’ve stopped on an up-note with Last Crusade, it would’ve been much better. Really, why the hell does Spielberg always have to slip a UFO in his movies? It’s getting really tired. And Shia LeBouf swinging around on vines like Tarzan? WTF??
Those ants were cool though.
Did anyone else dislike Indy 4 as much as I did?
On to other news, the winner of the first-ever caption contest is: Rog! Good job, Rog. Comparing the guys to Queen was a master stroke. Come claim your prize which is…bragging rights. Stay tuned for more caption contests in the future.
