I don’t know about you, but I never in a million years thought Donald Trump would win the election. Boy did I ever have a rude awakening the evening of November 8, 2016; started drinking early that night. It really didn’t start to hit me until the inauguration on January 20th. Maybe because Obama was still in charge until then, and what could go wrong?
So the drawings on this two-pager reflect some of my thoughts on the election. I’ve since accepted it, am in recovery, but sometimes fall off the wagon and get really pissed-off. These ‘piss-fits’ often coincide with watching cable ‘news’ channels. When I turn on Fox (wanna be fairly balanced), I often wonder, “What planet are these phuckers living on?” Bet they think the same thing when they turn on MSNBC, CNN, or even middle of the road NPR.
I feel much better when I don’t watch any of it. More relaxed, peaceful, tolerant of others; life is good when ya filter out all the bullshit and not get sucked into the partisan cultural warfare that’s going on in this country. [America has always been divided since the get-go. In revolutionary days you had the colonists versus the loyalists; Civil War was North versus slave-state South; and even before the two World Wars, there were a lot of people that favored Germany]. Maybe ignorance is truly bliss. Life is good when ya don’t have someone constantly tellin’ ya that it sucks.
Well, it’s time for me to saddle-up, and return to my bliss.
“Hello Seniors!” Ever get a phone call that starts with “hello seniors”? An annoying recorded message no doubt aimed at sellin’ ya something you really don’t need. I usually hang-up, but sometimes first unload with some potty-mouthed classics telling them where they can go, where they can stick it and what they can do to themselves. I know…that’s not very nice, but hey…it’s only a recording and nobody is really listening on the other end, and, it’s a good way to vent.
What really fries me is older ‘senior’ celebrities trying to sell reverse mortgages as a solution to all our financial problems. It’s hard to argue with the likes of Tom Selleck and Henry Winkler, after all, that ‘s The Fonz and Magnum P.I. and surely they’d never lie to us.
Getting older is no piece of cake, but certainly beats the alternative, and Dealing with change is especially hard. I hate it when I go to my favorite grocery store -Trader Joes – And find that everything has been moved around to a more ‘convenient’ location. When I go to a store, I wanna go right to where my item is located, pick it up and leave a quickly as possible. Shopping is never fun.
What really bugs me is when something you’ve always taken for granted and centered your life upon is changed. It used to be that garment tags were always placed on the back of underwear inside the waistband. The last pack The Wife bought me ( I don’t buy anything I can’t consume or listen to) had the tags in front, and on the outside of the waistband. You can see all the problems that would cause an old guy mindlessly going through life on cruise control. You could end up wearing your drawers inside-out (not so awful if you’re trying to squeeze out a little extra mileage between washings by flipping ’em). The worst thing is discovering, usually in a public restroom, that you’ve but on your hangers backwards and can’t find that handy little pocket. The transient in the next stall probably wondering what the heck is going on in there.
Well, ya can’t trust nothin’ these days. Not the Fonz, not Magnum P.I. From now on, when it comes to me and my
beliefs briefs, it’s yellow in front and brown in the rear.
I did these ones (remember that they are separate drawings drawn on separate days) back in February 2017 when I was about to turn seventy (yes…Hansi is an old phucker). This page is especially bizarre. If you look closely, you’ll notice that a lot of these shapes look similar: striped sausages, some with polka-dots? I see it more as a variation on a theme, than obsession.
Getting old is a trip, and if ya don’t watch it, a fall. Don’t wanna fall down! I’ve found that moderate cannabis use can ease the pains of aging (arthritis etc.) and provide a non-alcoholic way to relax and enjoy music. TV is better with weed, but if too stoned, short term memory loss can really kick-in, making it nearly impossible to follow a story-line. Music is what really sounds good when you’re high. Especially all that stuff we were listening to in the sixties (they were all loaded too).
Don’t think I’m advocating marijuana use for everybody. In my state it’s totally legal*. My feeling is: If you don’t have your shit together, you shouldn’t smoke pot. There’s some really potent shit out there, that can blow your mind and distort things which just aren’t real (like my drawings). Plus, if you have an addictive personality, No Way. Sure, marijuana isn’t addictive, but if you’re an addict (as in personality disorder), you gotta watch anything which can get out of control
* Legality is a mixed blessing. I personally voted against it feeling that with legalization comes taxation and regulation (I’m not a republican!) Medical marijuana was working just fine if you wanted to stay legal and paid $60 for your special doctor, who spends an intense five minutes examining you (sometimes via Skype) to determine that you too could benefit and ease suffering with medicinal marijuana – what a joke! But you were legal. Now it’s all about money, and how everybody can their cut of the action. The new California Gold Rush is on full blast. And the only one who’ll get hurt is the consumer.
This past Christmas The wife hung these pine scented candles on our Xmas tree because the tree had no pine smell to it. How a pine tree doesn’t have a scent is beyond me. Maybe Monsanto has even genetically modified Xmas trees not to smell so they can sell us pine scented products (same division that makes the herbicide Round-Up) on the side. The problem was, to me, these scented candles smelled like the cakes they throw in urinals to keep the stink down. Kinda spoils the Yuletide festivities when your front room smells like a gas station restroom. Every time I stood next to our beautifully decorated tree to admire all the ornaments, I found myself unzipping my pants and wanting to take a whizz on it.
This one is two years old; I did it during December 2015 B.T. B T stands for before Trump – don’t even wanna think about how AT (after trump) is gonna be. I really don’t want to jump right into a political rant, cause I’ll just end up pissed-off, grumpy and a touch paranoid. Plus, I don’t want the whole blog-o-sphere thinkin’, ol’ Hansi once again over-medicated; and say, “Wow….Is he ever on a bummer.”
So….enough of that. Let’s see what we got going on here.
We got a woman with purple hair (that’s good for starters), wearing a red and puke-green dress (stripes mandatory). A polka-dotted reindeer (fits right in). A green and pink striped object (NOT phallic symbol!) with tu-tu (gotta have on of those). And a nude (wouldn’t be Hansi without one) with compartmentalized (big word) body parts floating/reclining among a sea of orbs (NOT fertility symbols!). Even ol’ Hot Dog Man makes an appearance (ya he’s still hanging around). This is one of my better one’s for sure.
December is one of the weirdest months of the year. Everybody gets into a frenzy of buying stuff in order to celebrate the birth of a teacher who encouraged everyone to give away their possessions and lead a simple peaceful life not being overly concerned about one’s future well-being. But that’s not the real reason we go through all that. It’s because it’s the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year when the sun sets the lowest in its travel over our skies [astronomers would argue that it’s because of the earths axis and how it rotates in its orbit – fake news if I ever heard it].
The stupid pagans thought they had to sacrifice a virgin (good luck finding one of those these days) to coax the sun back from sinking in the ocean. We modern people, who have smart phones, know it’s to keep the economy from sinking into a recession. If you live in America (better not be here illegally) you get a head start on all the madness because we have Thanksgiving in late November. And why is that so covetously good? Because the day after Thanksgiving is Black Friday. [Thanksgiving – Black Friday, Hmmmm. The lord givest and the lord takest away.] Nothing more American than going out shopping on a Thursday evening with a bellyful of turkey and mashed potatoes n gravy.
For any of you who remember Hot Dog Man…He’s back! This is what Hot Dog Man looks like when he’s had too much medication. Not that there’s anything wrong with too much medication; I do believe that everybody functions at their best when properly medicated. It’s that sometimes, too much is just…too much. But then again there’s a certain compelling logic to the “if a little is good, a lot is better” school of thought.
Despite the fact that I’m blurting this stuff out to the whole worldwide web (half a dozen followers for this blog) my drawings are not for general consumption. Hot Dog Man is kinda like an alter-ego for me. I get to act out through him, what The Wife never allows me to do when she’s home. I rarely show my sketchbooks to her friends. They’ll politely look through them, but are mostly aghast, and later question her about any obsessive-compulsive behaviors I might have. All a total embarrassment, which I happily post for your edification.
I call this one Two Thousand Sixteen. Mainly because that’s the year I drew all this stuff (gawd do I ever wish it was 2016 again). Pretty tricky dating your drawings with a drawing of the date (had no clue at the time). I don’t know what to tell ya about this one. Maybe you should look at it a while, then close your eyes and imagine all these things floating around in your living-room. If you then open your eyes and they’re still there, better call 911.
Switching from mindless babel blog to art blog, what I’m trying to do is create shapes with contrasting colors. Don’t try to read too much into them, for to me, ‘subject matter doesn’t matter’. Some of them work okay: the green and yellow striped oval is nice, but don’t look at it to long – your mind will start to wonder. The pink and green peace symbol: so so. The orange with blue polka-dot sliced salami…I’ll let you be the judge.