Words don’t do justice to this subject, so here goes;
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‘Nuff said?
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Doom Looms, Dear Ones
So, now that my imminent demise by lack of affordable health care is guaranteed, I decided to celebrate by Googling the words “Doom Looms”. The following collage of doom and oddities in image form is the result.
This is Dr. Doom, not Trump. Trump would never admit a flaw.
Stephen Hawking recently declared that we will not survive as a species if we don’t move off the planet Earth within the next 100 years.
North Korea is at least keeping Trump entertained.
Filed under angry rant, collage, feeling sorry for myself, health, politics
Toonerville Trickshots
Today, in view of ill health and brain pain, I will share with you some of the more picture-intensive thinking going on in my sick old artsy-fartsy brain. Less words equals less headache.
The subject today is Toonerville, the little town that once existed on my HO model train layout, and now lives on my bookshelves and even more-so in my imagination. I have a file of photos I made of it intending to composite them into backgrounds and details in photo-shopped cartoons.
Notice how one building from different angles can look like many different places.
And details can be cropped out so that a building can be placed over a background in a composite image.
Thus a lighted model becomes Bill Freen’s house in Toonerville.
And I have many of these buildings to experiment with.
Sometimes this blithering nonsense can actually be quite fun and productive.
Honestly, I built these things from kits or painted and repainted them decades ago… but they are a part of a place that I still live in.
My Post for Today
My computer is wearing out. It blew up the WordPress posting sight on my screen to where the letters in the title are once again an inch tall. The chances that it will suddenly wipe out everything I have typed and save a blank post over the whole thing almost instantly is making me tired. To combat the problem, I must constantly keep a back-up copy on Microsoft Word which may also grow or shrink for no apparent reason. It gets frustrating, and I am old, ill, and quite tired. But I am also only a month away from two entire years of posting every single day, a feat I am not ready to fail at this close to the end. So let me show something from my cartoon collections stolen from the internet at large.
From the Lola Bunny file;
From Movie Art;
From Hanna-Barbera Toons;
And these are all things I could’ve written a 500-word post about with unique and possibly yawn-inducing Mickian insights, but today I would rather not. Today I take the “picture is worth a thousand words” thing and give you 17,000 thousand words worth of not having to listen to me.
Filed under blog posting, cartoons, collage, feeling sorry for myself, grumpiness
The Pinterest Problem
I suddenly find myself back on Pinterest for the first time since the Spring of 2014. It is not that I have been forgiven by the powers behind Pinterest, rather that I have created a new email account which apparently wipes the slate clean of accusation and animosity. But I have to explain what the problem is between me and Pinterest.
First, here are the good things;
- Pinterest is a way to make use of my insane hoarding-disorder urge to collect internet images of all kinds.
- Pinterest is another place to promote my artwork and I can link covers of my books back to Amazon or I-Universe where crazy people might just be goofy enough to buy one.
- I am hoping that in three months I will have another book to put on Pinterest. Page Publishing was goofy enough to offer to publish Magical Miss Morgan, as long as I pay my way.
- Pinterest allows me to organize my collections into “boards” which are actually free-flowing collages made up of the pictures I have collected.
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The Down-Side;
- I was blocked from Pinterest back in 2014 for being a pornographer. They had a lot of sexual content running rampant in their social media site in 2014, which, being a site created for women to share favorite recipes, they didn’t really know how to handle.
- I am not shy about liking nudes and boobs in artwork. I was not aware that some of the nude photography I was liking and even sometimes sharing had been added to Pinterest from porn sites. My bad!
- After being warned, I stopped liking and re-pinning nudes. I even tried to remove what boobage I had on my boards. (They were popular boards, and some of the bad stuff was among the most popular and re-pinned.)
- I got kicked off for copying an artful nude off my list of recommended pins to my computer instead of any of the Pinterest boards. I think it was a Waterhouse oil from the 1800’s, but I don’t know for sure what the problem item actually was. Pinterest for a while was extremely sensitive to depictions of female breasts.
But getting kicked off of Pinterest was a good thing for me. Though embarrassing… at least a little bit… it did help me cure the problem I was having with Pinterest filling all my hours that should have been used for writing. It also helped me self-censor a bit more effectively. The last thing I want to do on social media is give offense. I do not wish to promote my brand in any way similar to how Donald Trump does it on Twitter. And it allows me to bring my artwork, with the appropriate link to WordPress to old ladies collecting recipes and Disney cartoons everywhere. I am happy to back on Pinterest. (And please don’t tell the Pinterest administrators how I did it. I promise to behave.)
Filed under artwork, collage, collecting, feeling sorry for myself, humor, irony, Paffooney, self pity
Sculpture Anatomy
Here is a collage that represents one of my hoarding-disorder collecting diseases enabled by the internet. The rules for this collection are basically;
- Only photographs.
- Only human bodies, or people parts.
- Only artistically created people parts made of non-people stuff.
- Naked is not only allowed, but preferred.
- This is a porcelain doll, not a real girl… just so you know I didn’t break any rules.
The point is, art is a depiction of us. No matter how you create it, what it visually portrays is a reflection, like the one in the bathroom mirror every morning. Beautiful, grotesque, sexy, repulsive, adorable, or disturbing… it is who we are. The point is also, it allows me to point, click, and save and create a collection that I don’t have to hide from my wife. Because, well, you know… it’s art.
What Do Martians Look Like?
As Catch a Falling Star was a science-fictiony sort of comedy, one of the questions that I have pursued in internet research is the one I have presented here in the title of this picture-and-Paffooney-filled post. Seriously, the image search of Google’s answer to that question is enough to make you snort milk through the old nostrils as you sort through them while stupidly drinking a glass of milk. The milky nose-snorts are the reason I have not sited picture sources on this post. Cleaning the computer screen took too long. I have merely randomly snatched and pirated pictures. The only picture of a Martian presented here created by me are these two;
I admit to being surprised by my actual research into the whole question of whether or not we have ever been visited by intelligent life from the stars beyond the sky. While I have not found proof that aliens exist, I have discovered there is actual proof that the government, and NASA in particular, have covered something up. And it goes beyond Area 51 defense research. But now that I have got the attention of the NSA and the Men in Black, this post is only filled with a collage of the unreal, made-up, and mostly silly.
Malevolent Martians;
Martians Who Make the Mistake of Liking Us;
Inexplicably Goofy Martians;
Cartoon alien rendered on white background. 3D model licensed from DAZ3D.
Probably the only REAL Martians… from the future;
Filed under aliens, cartoons, collage, comic book heroes, foolishness, humor, illustrations, science fiction
Lovely Internet Weirdness
One of the difficulties of being a humorist and trying to connect to people by being funny is that you have to compete for attention. Cartoonists have an advantage in that they can put something together with pictures and just a few words that you can get easily and quickly and then you laugh. So the internet is a nightmare maze of short-quick funnies with exceptional levels of weirdness. I keep track of the weirdness by keeping a weirdo file on my computer and copying things in it that make me go “Whaaaa?” and then laugh. Let me share a little of that with you.
The miracle that is Don Bluth.
So, therein lies the challenge I face daily. How do you compete with Muppet cupcakes?
Filed under art criticism, artwork, blog posting, collage, goofiness, humor
Polyticks
People are people, no matter how wrong…
And it isn’t a good thing to argue too long.
My friend is a “Can” from the Republic of Cans,
Who says all the poor people are just bad hu-mans.
And he really believes it, even though he’s not dumb,
‘Cuz he thinks climbing ladders using one of his thumbs,
Is how all people manage to be worthy and good,
And lazy bad people choose to fail like soft wood.
And though he’s not seen that old ladder of mine,
Or the ladders of people with one rung in nine,
He’s thoroughly convinced that all ladders are fair,
And it’s all their own fault if they fall through the air.
Yes, people are people, no matter how wrong…
And it isn’t a good thing to argue so long.
Senate Energy and Natural Resources Committee member Sen. Bernie Sanders, I-Vt., asserts an objection to Sen. Joe Manchin, D-W.Va., a Democratic sponsor of the long-stalled Keystone XL pipeline bill, as the committee met to advance the controversial project, Thursday, Jan. 8, 2015, on Capitol Hill in Washington. Sanders, who sits with the Democrats, wanted an amendment to put Congress on the record about their beliefs on climates change and whether they agree with the international scientific community that climate change is real or not. (AP Photo/J. Scott Applewhite)
I have a good friend who’ll do Demos of Crats,
And screech about equity like an army of cats.
He thinks we should pay for all college and school,
And use our tax money as a leveling tool.
He thinks we can make the rich pay for our dreams
And make life all breakfast of sugars and creams.
And maybe he can and maybe he can’t…
Make sense of the subject of his long, drawn-out rant,
But they’ll never pay it and he will get Berned,
Because they never part with what they think they have earned.
But, people are people, no matter how wrong…
And it isn’t a good thing to argue so long.
In conclusion I think the thinks that I think
Are carefully measured and really don’t stink,
But don’t take good thinking to toss in dump,
Or sooner or later… it’s President Trump!
Catch a Falling Star 
Fix Coulrophobia… Now!
I love clowns. I always have. When I was five I wanted to be a clown. Red Skelton is my personal hero and role model, the reason I became a teacher, to use my clown skills for good rather than evil. But sinister folks who think they are joking are seriously jeopardizing all of that.
In 1988 I did watch and enjoy the movie Killer Klowns from Outer Space. It was funny. And I liked Stephen King’s “It” as a horror movie. It was definitely scary. But 2016 has become the year of the creepy clown. Why would any idiot want to dress up in an expensive horror-clown mask and clown suit to wave at somebody’s security camera at two in the morning? And, Mr. Idiot, did you at least try to figure out if the homeowner was a gun owner in an open carry State? One of the recent clowns to be arrested turned out to be a teenage boy… you know, the ultimate planner and thinker-ahead-er.
I would like to propose that we prosecute a case or two of creepy clowns in the woods at night with a mandatory “How to Love a Clown” class. After all, clowns are a worthy thing. How many clowns over how many years have handed out candy to kids and brought a smile to small faces during a Fourth of July parade? How many circus clowns like the Great Emmett Kelly made us laugh with a pantomime routine? How many Shrine Circus clowns helped entertain us and raise money to fight childhood disease and cancer? Bob Keeshan who was Clarabell the Clown on Howdy Doody helped raise me and make me the person I am now as Captain Kangaroo. The real creepy clown crime is that they are taking the image of a clown, which is a very good thing and turning it into something bleak and horrifying. My purpose for this post is to remind you of the good things about the people under the face paint. I want you to remember a few of these.
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