Daily Doodle #4

Yet Another Popular Term to be Sick of

You must have had your head in a book not to have noticed the popularization of the term "PWNED" on the internet. PWNED, of course, is gamer-speak for owned... as in "you're so owned", or "Dude, McCain got totally owned by Olbermann, snort-snort !".


If anything, countless "Pwned" videos on YouTube prove that it's a national obsession to pour over seeing someone you dislike being put int their place, bitterly wounded, getting comeuppance, etc. It really gets those salivary glands going.

What is wrong with everybody?

The End

Daily Doodle #3

Here's today's doodle, drawn the way real men do it on a scrap of ruled paper with a ball point pen. It's sort of a self-portrait of my senior citizen years as I slip further into my eccentric lifestyle à la Howard Hughes (wry commentary on my online dating travails). Hence, the long fingernails and vats of urine in the background.

It's entitled: "The Last Day the Jehovah's Witnesses Came Calling ".


...and here's the "Cleaned-up" version, using my patented process:

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Daily Doodle #2

I know, I know, I'm cheating because I'm utilizing Photoshop and certain layering effects. But using the trackpad to draw the basic shape is a fairly humbling constraint this side of an Etch-a-Sketch.

This one's called: "Patrons of the Lost Souls Art Show in Various States of Undress".

Daily Doodle #1

When I started this blog, I had an idea to do a high-minded exercise called "Daily Doodle". Each would be rendered spontaneously and posted the same day. It's the usual self-indulgence you've come to expect here. The point is, while I don't always have something to yap about, I can nonetheless scrawl endlessly. So here's one for today. 'Not exactly a traditional doodle but done in the popular medium of Photoshop using laptop trackpad.

It's called "Nocturnal Superbaby Hunts for Loose Change in Sofa".

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Navel Gazing at its Best

It's interesting to press the mind to go as far back into the earliest eensy-weensiest thing that you can remember. I seem to recall seeing my Dad rolling up to the driveway with a towering rack of BBQ ribs attached to the car and, also, some kind TV set made out of stone slabs. Then there's a blurry recollection of St. Paul going forth and converting the Gentiles. Then there was Henry XIII but, of course, everyone remembers Henry XIII.

Which reminds me...

It's humbling to note that before one's birth, there was no personal existence. It's as though we've already known obliteration and/or "death". Yet on a time-continuum, where every event is connected; where here-and-now is immutably extant with past and future, you could say that every single person is imminently alive and dead at the same time --which explains why many women choose to wear a thick foundation. It's a survival trick of the physically-bound human animal to experience the persistence of time, like frames on a strip of film create the illusion of animation. Reality is virtual. Therefore, there is no "us and them"; no doorknob; no Mexican Hairless. However, there are Taxes. Don't mess with Taxes.

Other idle pastimes include: Staring at your own reflection in a mirror until it appears to blur and mutate into some ghastly melting visage being consumed by ants. Also, ruminating about how human ears are essentially so strange an apparatus yet pass to be aesthetically worthy of dangling baubles from AND the fact that a shape as conspicuous as a nose attached to a human face allows anyone to pass for handsome or beautiful is beyond objective analysis.

It's raining today. What did you expect?