
The 1957 Pink and White Mercury of Imagination
I have so many ideas for posts that I have to pause for a minute and sort through them so I don’t get so busy writing I forget something that is a very good idea. So, I intend to write today about things I am planning to post.
Sunday I wrote part one of “Why Do You Think That?” It was specifically about the insane notion that “All kids are good kids”. The kind of thing only a weird old retired teacher could believe. There needs to be at least a part two. I have some other weird beliefs to defend. “Even we atheists need religion” is one. “Everybody is a nudist under their clothes” is another. “Conservatives and Liberals are different animals” is another that might get me killed.

I wrote a blog post before about accepting entries in an inter-stellar bad-poetry-writing contest. I have an insane urge to put some of my own ridiculously bad and morally indefensible poetry in that contest. There is enough of that to seriously challenge for the worst poet in the galaxy title.
I have also been doing some colored-pencil artwork that I want to talk about the process of the making of it and show you the work in stages of progress. That is a way a blogger can make more out of nothing.
Trump is trying hard to take over my blog with clownish buffoonery, but, of course, I am trying to get away from doing that all the time. The Great Orange Face is certainly an easy mark for something to make fun of. But I can’t keep up with other political humorists. I am too dedicated to avoiding insult humor to deal with a clown that invites you so enticingly to throw pies at his face. He does it so often, and I have already thrown so many pies… that my arms are about to fall off.
After a particularly bad night of vomiting and breathing problems, I am once again thinking about writing about death and the extinction of the whole human race. Playing checkers with the Grim Reaper is an unusual source for humorous blogs, but I have enough inside information and first hand experience to turn it into a wild board game played on a roller coaster at midnight.

Yes, I am randomly re-visiting illustrations from my picture file.
I am currently writing a comedy horror novel called The Baby Werewolf. It is a story I have been working on for twenty years. It challenges my very skills as a surrealist. There should be plenty of things to complain about in this blog along the way. I know you probably aren’t interested in that. But I am. And don’t tell anybody this, but I don’t write this blog for you, the reader. I write it for me. It makes me laugh and it makes me cry and it gives form and permanence to the never-ending dialogue going on in my head.
So, as I approach the 500 word mark, this blog stands revealed as a writer’s road map. If you are one of those readers who actually reads the whole blog and don’t just click “like” after looking at the pictures, then you know what sorts of things to avoid in the future with this goofy old blog thing.



























How Mickey Battles the Blues
It should be noted that Mickey does not battle the St. Louis Blues. That is his favorite hockey team. And while they have never won the Stanley Cup, they do win a lot and are almost always in the playoffs. So they help fight depression. Battling them would not only be counter-productive, but might also result in losing all those big square white middle teeth in that goofy smile.
But battling depression is a constant necessity. Not only am I subject to diabetic depression and Donald Trump overload, but my entire family is prone to deep and deadly bad blue funks. It helps to be aware that there are a lot of ways to fight that old swamp of sadness. It doesn’t have to keep claiming the Atreyu’s horse of your soul. (Yes, I know that Neverending Story metaphors seriously date me to the 80’s and signify that I am indeed old… another reason I have to constantly fight depression.)
I have some surefire methods for battling depression that apparently the science actually backs up. It turns out that most of things that Mickey does actually stimulate the brain to produce more dopamine.
“Dopamine is a neurotransmitter that helps control the brain’s reward and pleasure centers. Dopamine also helps regulate movement and emotional response, and it enables us not only to see rewards, but to take action to move toward them.” – Psychology Today
So, I guess I am secretly a dopamine addict. It is a brain chemical you cannot focus or function effectively without.
8. And please, don’t forget food. Depressed eating can easily make you fat, but there are certain magical chemicals in certain foods that give you certain dopamine-building effects that can turn blue skies to bright sunshine. The primary chemical is called Tyrosine, and it can be found in a variety of foods like;
– Almonds
– Avocados
– Bananas
– Beef
– Chicken
– Chocolate
– Coffee
– Eggs
– Green Tea
– Milk
– Watermelon
– Yogurt
9. And finally, thinking skills are critical. While thinking too much and obsessing can get you into the tiger trap pits of depression, meditation, decompressive mantras and positive thinking can all dig you out and keep you out.
You are probably wondering what kind of nitwit authority I can actually bring to this topic, but I have spent a lot of money on therapy, not all of it for me, and I not only listen to psychiatrists and psychologists, but I remember what they explained to me. And I have tried enough things to know what works.
So while you are busy chicken dancing to Beethoven while eating a banana, rest assured, Mickey is probably doing something just as embarrassingly ridiculous at the very same time.
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