What a crock of shit this whole End Of The World thing was. I know I’ll never believe anything a Mayan priest tells me again. Kinda reminds me of that 60’s song Eve of Destruction. That was a crock of shit too. We survived the 60’s; wonder if we’ll survive the Fiscal cliff. That also appears to be a crock.
Well, on the Eve of all this Destruction, I spent the night of the 21st mindlessly drawing what was on my mind, and maybe doing a little introspection at the same time. I gave up believing in the “End Times” long ago, because every single end-time prophecy (to date) has been wrong. One of these days however, one of em is gonna be right, so ya always gotta hedge your bets and play both sides of the equation
Anyway, hope everybody has a happy new year, and spends some time (but not to much) reflecting on how the last year was.
Well obviously this is somewhat dated material. Here it’s December 28th and the world didn’t end. Didn’t get much better either…Doesn’t mean we’re still not doomed. Hope everyone had a nice Christmas, impending doom notwithstanding.
The Christmas spirit has bitten me in the ass. Visions of Sugar Plums are dancin’ in my head. Tis the season to be jolly and deck my halls with bowels of holly. I feel like dashing through the snow naked in a one-horse open sleigh, but in Southern California, it’s windy, and the hot Santa Ana winds are staring to kick up. May have to cut it down from Twelve days to just One day of
Christmas Xmas the way things are goin’.
Naughty or nice notwithstanding, I’ve made my own hallucinogenic gifts for my two adult children. They love getting that “special gift” from dear ol Mom and Dad. Just think of it, a hand-drawn picture by Daddy, that was previewed worldwide on his own blog. I sure hope they’ll like em?
I’d be lyin’ my ass off, and my nose would start to grow like Pinnochio (cleaver way of incorporating an unrelated drawing into this post) if I told ya that my Hansi blog hasn’t taken on a new look lately: no type written words, printed only, with a journal-type feel to it. Pretty trippy, and thanks to blogger Alli Farkas, for pointing me in that direction. It was a much needed change in my blogging style. Kinda like making an illuminated manuscript in medieval times, except mine is irreverent and not particularly illuminating.
Sometimes ya need a little change of pace to keep thinks fresh and creative. This blog is the main source of creative expression for myself. Allowing me a vehicle with which to share both my art, and my thoughts at the same time. Doing the journal thing was fun. Weather it made any sense to anyone else or not could cloud one’s mind. Thing is, I miss typing words sometimes; drawing (also known as printing) them is becoming tedious and a good indication of just how shitty my grammar is.
So, I took this time to take a BIG chance, and reverted back to an old style. Pretty risky. Folks may have grown enchanted with my series of self absorbed ramblings and scribbles (yeah…right), but now, I think it’s time to put them down in print, hoping they will make an imprint on your mind.
Actually, I’d be really lyin’ if I told ya the journal thing is a brand new creation. Before I started blogging, I kept a ‘psychedelic journal’ wherein I’d do what I’ve been doing lately. You can see some of it on my Blithering Idiot blog in the July & August 2011 archives. It seems like the cool thing about getting old and forgetting stuff is ya just don’t remember it, so it all seems new. Maybe it’s like “forgiveness”, but without the ever-present guilt trip which comes attached.