“Wowie-Zowie Hansi. Congratulations.” “I’m a big fan of yours and read your shit every-time it’s deposited in my mail box. Keep up the good work; love the drawings btw.”
I know, “big fucking deal”. Writing about the fact that one has been compulsive enough to crank-out 200 (that’s right Two Hundred !) posts and mange to say nothing of true importance, let alone anything profound, is an exercise in egomania and self absorption [kinda sounds like something more akin to an adult diaper than mind state].
So why am I writing about the fact that I’ve turned 200 today? Well, because I ain’t got shit. Yep… No big Ideas for new posts. Nothing to say. Although technically, writing about nothing is really the antithesis of writing about nothing, cause in reality you are wring about Something, it’s just that the something is nothing. On some level that makes sense. Anyway, I got a whole bunch of drawings I’ve never posted before and wanna show them off. Hey, I ain’t just sitting around the house doing nothing.
So, using the tried and true Bloggers trick on how to squeeze out a post when ya don’t have one, I’ll use this opportunity to rant about this whole 200th post thing. I don’t know about you, but I don’t keep track of how many posts I’ve done on a little piece of paper filled hash-marks. Nope WordPress tells me how many I’ve done every time I ‘publish’ something. That’s cool, cause sometimes I forget to put a hash-mark down on my special piece of paper I keep next to my key-board.
But now, WordPress is setting goals for me and providing a little sliding chart with my next goal [in this case 200] clearly visible, which I need to achieve. But isn’t it good to have goals? Hell no. Not if you’re retired. Damn, if you be retired, you’ve already hit the big goal; which was to no longer have any goals. I don’t like things to be forced upon me. And that especially goes for societal ‘norms’ or expectations. And I don’t like the subtle WordPress encouragement for me to continue in compulsive behavior, in this case blogging.
Anyway, sure glad I got that off my chest, and also snuck in a no-brainer post. But since my Hallucinations are turning more into a drawing blog, I thought I’d let my art-work speak for me instead of words.
OK OK! I know some of these drawings are a little “Questionable”. But consider also, maybe you have a dirty mind and are seeing more than what’s really there. I mean like, if you’re seein’ penises and vaginas instead of Zeppelin airships and yawning teddy-bears, well shame on you. The guy in the picture (me) is bailing from any such notion.
A fist coming out of a man’s crotch? A metaphor maybe. Or maybe, I just got the anatomy all wrong. But I got to admit, it’s pretty hard not to see dominoes going up someone’s kiester in the last one. But it was originally drawn for my post “The Hershey Highway,” which is definitely not my way. so those a really little chocolate bars.