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Archive for August, 2013

Joining The Workforce

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I did this drawing in early 1970; having graduated from college, just gotten married and finding myself having to work for a living.  Needless to say, I never really got into the ‘working’ thing, and considered it all a major inconvenience.  I ended up having a “career”, but never thought of my sojourn in Corrections a career as such, but rather a job I held for a long, long time.

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Boys Will Be Boys

8-15-13 002When I was a little boy, I couldn’t wait till I grew up and became a man.  Because being a man meant you could eat all the ice cream ya wanted, have potato chips whenever ya felt like it, and could stay up till 11:00 and see all the good shows on TV.

Well, I’m a man now, and rarely eat potato chips, think ice cream is too fattening and am usually in bed by 9:00 p.m.  Who would have thunk that? But one thing that’s remained constant in my life, and the lives of all men, is the love they have for their toys.  I still have my Lionel trains, and an HO set too.  Wished I wouldn’t have thrown away all my Mad magazines from the 50’s, but now have number 1 through 100 digitally on my computer to look at whenever I feel the urge, like when eating a big bowl of ice cream with chocolate syrup drizzled over it and potato chips crumbled on the top.

Most of the music I listen to is from the 60’s (which I have on vinyl), or from the 50’s (which I have on original 45’s).  All the stuff that was fun as a kid, is still fun now. I guess the only difference between men and boys is the size of their toys.

Letting Go

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Okay.  Here’s two fairly recent drawings.   Don’t ask me for any deep insight as to meaning or metaphor.  Probably ain’t none there.  I’m just having some fun letting it flow.  Kinda like letting go.

Letting go is a pretty hard thing to do.  Some say it’s the key to enlightenment.  I guess the hardest part of letting go, is doing without something that you were holding on to, and letting it go forever.  Once ya truly let go, there’s no coming back.  It’s gone!  Adios forever.

Painful as that may seem to be, it can be a good thing.  Holding onto things that serve no useful purpose, don’t work for ya anymore, or are just downright hurtful only results in suffering.  I got a lot of things I would like to let go of.  But the problem is: I might need them sometime in the future.

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My Dark Side

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Sometimes I think, “How much of myself do I wanna share on this Blog?” I’ve shared a lot from my happy side, usually just after taking my medication.  So most of the time you get a full dose of Hansi.

But there is a dark side to Hansi.  It’s pretty much like the happily medicated side, but you can’t see anything cause the lights are off.  Of course, I could hand out flash-lights when exploring my dark side.  Then you wouldn’t go wondering around bumping into things or stubbing your toe, which usually hurts like hell, makes ya scream obscenities, with ya ending up hopping around on your good foot, crashing into even more stuff.  Or worse yet, jumping into a pile of something disgusting you were just too damn lazy to sweep up earlier. Which is like double Karma coming back to haunt ya.

Well enough of that dark side stuff.  Boy was I glad I had a flashlight to help me see while over there.  Wasn’t that bad.

The Dog Channel

8-15-13 001I shit you not!  My satellite T V provider just added The Dog Channel.  A channel for dogs…to watch!  I thought, Wow!  What a bunch of bullshit.  Someone at Direct TV has spent a little too much time on the Drug Channel.

Well, I had to check this out, and for sure, it was for dogs (and not old ones like myself), programmed with slow moving scenes of dogs walking, sitting or resting on park benches, accompanied by some mellow nondescript music.  Almost meditative in nature.  This old dog liked it.  Bow wow.

But it got me to thinkin’.  With all these shots of dogs laying around enjoying a dog-day afternoon, just what weren’t they showing?  I didn’t see any scenes of dogs chewing up furniture, biting the mailman, or taking a dump on someones lawn.  No shots of dogs sniffing each others butts and peeing on everything in sight. And oh yeah, no doggie sex (they do have a style unto their own).  Maybe dogs aren’t voyeuristic.  Hard to tell if another dog is in heat if ya can’t smell them.  So instead of being a little hottie ready to trot, that other pooch Fido is wathchin’ looks just like the rest of the canines featured, with sappy idiotic looking expressions on their faces.

Pretty wild stuff (tame actually – don’t want to be encouraging any antisocial dog behavior.)  But it eventually became boring, with a lot of the scenes shown over and over again.

I wonder if dogs know when they’re watching a rerun?  Bet they wished they had opposable thumbs so they could work the remote.

“How’s Your Day Going So Far?”

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“How’s your day going so far?” asks just about every clerk I do business with these days.  Usually I reply something like, “Just fine”, knowing that they have to ask and engage the customer with the hopes of me buying something more from them.  But one of these times I’m gonna reply, “I’ve been fighting inner demons all day and don’t know who’s winning or loosing, so I’m barely able to function in an appropriate manner.”

Heart Beat

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Heart beat pounding

Something astounding resounding.

Life flowing through my veins,

Careful not to leave any stains.

Coursing freely without any reins,

Makes me wonder, if I have any brains pains.

See I can write poetry too.  I’m not just a one dimensional drawer of crude pictures.  The key to successful poetry is to have plenty of rhymes, one for every line, at least most of the time.  If not, that’s just fine.

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