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Questionable artwork and pedantic miscellany
December 13, 2017
Now will we do well, said Ulfius, our king is a lusty knight and wifeless, and my lady Igraine is a passing fair lady; it were great joy unto us all, an it might please the king to make her his queen.

Another ten+ year old lingering matter:


from that page, this to this. As with my last such comparison, the actual changed page has not yet been uploaded, since that seems to require a different mindset than working on them does, and the work is not finished! I hope to pog I do something about that ugly carpet. And I said not long ago how unimpressed I was with “*gets popcorn*” as a response to rambunctious activity. I did try to draw the plant thing from the initial image looking at a map to indicate it was confused at being in the wrong version of the picture, but then that means you would always need to have seen the old version of the page to “get” the new one, and the whole point of the new one is to let the old be forgotten, and also then that means I would always need to have the old one available somewhere, and for THIS? Ridiculous. Also its body makes no sense so I couldn’t actually draw it in a way where it looked like it had a map.

You will believe I can spend longer on one frame than some people do on entire comic books, and then spend as much time writing about it. This requires that I accept most “24 hour comic book day” offerings as entire or books, which I generally do not, but the statement felt superficially profound when i thought of it.
The old drawing of course looks more consistent with the style I was using in less-altered frames, more effortless and un-self-conscious, but I am too eaten by obsessive compulsion to handle this in another fashion.
I am sick to agony of Mario, Sonic and Link. In ten years Nintendo went from a video game company to a religion. In all honesty I never need to play Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat, the series alluded to in the preceding frames, ever again either, but I don’t know anybody who lives their life around homaging those games. Perhaps they exist but I do not know them. Oddly enough, my initial Zelda 3 reference was itself a protest to indicate my dislike for Zelda 64, which was by then nearly ten years old and being lauded by not-yet-religious nintendorks as the pinnacle of human accomplishment. And I STILL protest that, but Aganhim is not iconic in the way that Link is, so somebody might just think this means I drew any old weird Link variant with a generic wizard. Neither is especially funny to me, also, unlike the Kombat and Street fighting allusions in the other frames. However I “needed” the replacement to also include a wizard who uses lightning and a hero who uses a sword. Even though I ultimately totally redrew them both. But if I changed the layout, that potentially meant I could change the entire page’s layout, and if I did that I might as well NOT have a page full of irrelevant video game references, but I didn’t want to spend two more weeks on this.



Regarding my replacement, Final fantasy fandom IS overdone, but not to the same degree that anything first party Nintendo is, and certainly not with dumb old Golbez or Cecil. Although the TROUBLE with drawing any Final Fantasy playable character is that the version in the game is different than the far-from final one in the concept art. And in the case of Cecil, also substantially different from the one in the DS Remake.


Cecil even looks different from concept art to concept art because Yoshitaka Amano never adds keychain trinkets and circus stripes the same way twice.
also: there are two different flamboyant dark-armor people shown in these drawings and neither is Golbez. They are irrelevant to the present matter!



Also I OBJECT to the DOPE EARS on that one’s helmet.

It seemed most sensible to match Elpse to the Cecil that I recognize, but in fact that looks almost more like the Actraiser hero when drawn in here, and somehow it mutated into this gaudy mix-match that is not quite any version of Cecil. But whatever, Golbez, by virtue of being 50 feet tall, is sufficiently detailed in sprite form for my imitation to be identifiable and Elpse does NOT look like Link, apart from my forgetting to change the dingle-ball that I had attached to elpse-link’s hat, which arguably fits in better here. I would have liked to put a Shining Force allusion in there, but none of the prime antagonists use lightning, plus quite honestly the demonic character designs are too on-the-nose for this, and this is not about my favorite video games, besides; bubble bobble, hinted at two rows down, sure isn’t. This page is about whatever I was thinking ten-or-more years ago except for that one thing that really bothered me which had to go, and so it did.


you don’t know the half of it, buddy! To think I didn’t draw elpse in Tellah garb because I thought it would look too weird. (Also Golbez is afraid of Tellah’s Meteo)

If I lived in Japan I would be even more confused since the sword-wielding homecoming queen hero on the game’s box has had his colors swapped around to an even more extreme degree, likewise with his two companions, and the two people following THEM are generic nameless wizards that you merely encounter loitering around various places. I have NOTHING to say about the bird.

the back of the box, as well as that of the “easier” rerelease from a few months later shows this non-accessible party lineup against a monster groupings from the Mt. Hobs stage against the inside a town background. In fact the players and their positioning is identical to this other rumored fake screenshot.
Presumably the idea was to not spoil certain aspects of the characters’ identities. Yoips I WISH marketers took that approach more often, especially with the way Star Wars junk is promoted.


Slain: ONE golbez

For goop measure, here is Yoshitaka Amano’s Golbez concept art, which the version put in the game is about as consistent with as anybody could hope for in 1991, apart from the sprite artist just having to say screw it and force in the appearance of feet and not translating the arms to semi-profile view very well. I never even noticed the feet until maybe ten years after the first time I saw this. I always imagined golbez was floating and turning, casually pointing a finger at his enemies while turning away because he knows they are already done and he has more pressing business elsewhere, rather than just standing there rubbing his wrists together. This gameboy advance version is slightly condensed compared to the original super nes version, so golbez almost looks like he is posing in a bad rap video or doing the macarena.
In any event I think we have seen the last of Golbez for a while.



October 3, 2017
Take me to the room where the blacks all white And the white’s are black, take me back to the shack


This is a great original idea. You see, some people are WHITE, and they’re STUFFY and UPTIGHT, but now there are people who are BLACK and they wear BASEBALL HATS and they listen to MUSIC. In fact I don’t think we’ve ever had a political candidate who wore ugly red hats in public and said stupid garbage to get attention that didn’t become president while this show was in production and invalidate its already played out premise that being an obnoxious moron who SHAKES THINGS UP solves every- or anything.

In fact there was even a feature film in 1998 called Bulworth about a politician who started rapping and dressing like he couldn’t afford clothing, but of course he was white and does not count. And likewise our president now is not a black man. We did have a black man as president but not a loud moron who said things like “I’m dropping a V-BOMB on this budget!” but having to explain that he did not literally mean using explosives after seeing how many WHITE people got freaked out, ooh!


However, there was a Chris Rock film in which a black man became president and declared that “the roof is on fire!” and then had to clarify that the roof was not literally on fire while white people got panicked and looked old. What is funny, if not the clips deliberately chosen to represent these things, is that Chris Rock himself is one of the less-moronic 1990s comedians to star in feature films but has to pretend to be one in order to be allowed to star in films. And apparently to write and produce them, even.



July 12, 2017
Yet here are unmistakable signs of ancient corn

I need to stop writing things like this and forgetting them. I like this one, and its references are not completely out of date yet. I no longer have my father around watching network television all night; in fact I no longer have satellite dish “service” and the local reception here is awful, so I am drifting back into complete unawareness of what goes on the air. I am not glad my father is dead at all; I look at the box of ashes every day and keep thinking about the day he went to the hospital and I couldn’t even get him into the bathroom since I was so sick, but there are some habits that I am relieved to be without. My own habits do quite enough damage on their own.


I am so glad “Uncle Buck,” the 2016 tv series, got canceled. Every idea there is terrible. The initial movie was mediocre, the worst example of John Hughes’ fondness for dumping comedy in favor of desperate sappiness pretending to be comedy. And then you changed all the white people to black, which is always a desperate, cynical grab at looking hip and socially conscious. And you make Buck himself skinny instead of fat, bearded instead of shaven, and wearing a dorky hat, so it is a totally different character. Then you switch the time period ahead thirty years, and switch from a stand-alone premise, Buck looks after the kids for a week, to the standard continuity-less sitcom format, so that Buck’s role is necessarily different, so apart from the name “Buck” there is really nothing in common. The film is hardly regarded as a classic by anyone except extreme doofuses, so you wouldn’t have people under 30 generally aware of the source material, so they wouldn’t care about the allusion. And people who were aware, and also actually would want more Uncle Buck der film, would be offended that you changed so much stuff.

And it bothers me that this series was conceived by Steven Cragg, who was the head writer on Mad TV in 2005 or thereabouts, its least-completely misguided late season. Cragg is only credited as writer on 3 of the 8 Buckisodes but that should be enough if it was a good idea.
wikehhpedia cites a rotten tomator who says

not enough laughs for what? To be true to the legacy of the film? Because the film is only marginally funnier than Ghostbusters, which is only marginally funny, but has other elements apart from that to keep it interesting and me from dwelling on its social implausibility.


no it hasn’t! The cited article is just an interview with two of the actors saying how great John Candy and John Hughes were. Not every mediocre movie from the 1980s is a “cult film!” Uncle Buck was, by the preceding statement’s own admission, a mainstream box office success during its initial release.
I would believe Canadian Bacon, also starring John Candy, is a cult film, because it flopped on its initial release and has truly bizarre elements to it, but since it wasn’t written or directed by John Hughes and came out in the 1990s it doesn’t fill in enough of the corporetro buzzword bingo card and actually gets correctly identified as a dumb old movie that may safely be not-cared about.

And a few months ago the cast of Blackish was the cast of Good Times! (and DIDN’T get cancelled) Everybody programming at abc is a brain-robbed twit stuck in the 1970s, except they think they are smarter and edgier than the 1970s. With “new” versions of 25cent pyramid, match game, muppets, battle of the network stars or whatever else, I swear every ad for Goldbergs or Blackish just shows them homaging this or that old intellectual property. Hey look they’re talking about THE BREAKFAST CLUB! Hey look they’re dressed like BATMAN AND ROBIN from the 1960s! Who cares? How is that funny?
I remember The Wonder Years… I also remember hating The Wonder Years, but the premise was never Kevin busting into his house and telling everybody about this great new movie PLANET OF THE APES! and then his family act like they have never heard of it and ha ha! this is FUNNY because EVERYBODY knows what planet of the apes is! And then Charlton Heston shows up but NOT playing himself but that’s the JOKE and everybody falls asleep and dreams about being Apes on the Planet of the Apes.
As a child of the 1980s, do you know what my favorite movie was? Robin Hood, the Disney version from 1977. And Disney even owns ABC but wouldn’t make an episode about that because it doesn’t tie into their contemporary marketing since they have no live action adaptation of it planned and their version never thoroughly supplanted every other version of the character in popular culture. My older brother liked Transformers: The Movie, but the Goldbergs can’t talk about transformers because a rival conglomerate is making billions with that. My younger brother liked The Land Before Time, and the Goldbergs can’t talk about Don Bluth dinosaurs because a rival conglomerate is making surely tens of thousands off of that.

I wrote most of this last October, but literally last week, May 2017, the Goldbergs episode was about Back to the Future. And presumably involved dressing like the characters and acting out scenes from it with a forced-jewy spin on it. They would probably have Christopher Lloyd pull up in an actual DeLoreon but I think Big Bag Theory owns the current rights to having every nerd celebrity guest star as themselves acting like the characters they are associated with and in reality probably spent years trying to get disassociated from. Whatever the case, our tv writers seem to have been replaced by automated trend aggregators.


This headline I found while searching a for a background to draw behind the unspeakable dope on this page, and somehow just having read it made me feel dumber than drawing the dope did, and I declined to investigate further.
Literally Sheldon Kuper is the rudest most entitled jerk on earth and it is supposed to be entertaining to watch the world bend over backward to allow him to live out geek fantasies even though he is implied to be rich and appreciated for his skills already. Also, there are about five women in all existence and one of them is in love with him??!
You used to have to watch Nick Jr. to see plots this contrived, and you could accept that programming for toddlers will err on the simplistic and predictable side. The comedy on Peppa Pig is more sophisticated than network sitcoms. I almost ended that statement with “now” but then I remembered Full House and Growing Pains. Maybe knowing I was writing this killed Alan Thicke. And also Kevin Meaney, who starred in a different failed sitcom remake of Uncle Buck at the same time Full House was airing and became dead less than two months before Thicke did.

Getting back to the Buckture, plainly the point is that Buck is a darker skinned gentleman, and I should be interested in this revived concept based on that. Can you imagine if the ABC network put on a TV series based on The Color Purple or Roots in which everybody was white? No, they wouldn’t do that, because everything that exclusively features black characters has blackness as a central component to it, and they emphasize that. John Hughes stories have whiteness as a central component. Steven Cragg is very white. Loading black people into white concepts to make the cast seem “diverse” just makes trouble.


I can understand doing this in the recreation of an old theatric play, if it was lacking in elements tied to race and presented initially during a period in which only white people were permitted to audition or perform. That was not the case in 1980s film. In my limited period of access to plays, I have seen productions of Richard III, Three Musketeers, Romeo AND Juliet, plays written by and about white people, but staged with black actors in leading roles, and it worked because the scripts weren’t messed with with to try and draw attention to the blackness of the actors. But if you set it in contemporary society and are changing the personality and ethnicity of a role heavily associated with an actor still presumed to be in collective social memory, because you wouldn’t be remaking the film if it wasn’t considered heavily recognizable, you try and force people to accept how “real” it is, and it isn’t any more real like this! White people really do exist! And they really do occur in quite large numbers in this country. I don’t care if you make a cartoon series about an anachronistic stone age society that fixates on a dark-skinned family that is written to act like contemporary people act. But don’t call them The Flintstones because the Flintstones are a specific group of characters that act like middle-class white people from the 1960s.

I remember when Cedrick das Entertainer was doing a publicity tour for the completely needless and cinemized remake of The Honey-Mooners, how self-congratulatory he was for having recontextualized everything. How Ralph Cramden’s outburst “to the moon!” was no longer an insincere yelled threat of violence said in frustration but a calm and sincere statement of love. Which means he was playing a different character, and telling a different story. Cram Ralphden is a frustrated low-class oaf. If you are worried he will offend contemporary advertisers, you shouldn’t put him in a movie!
The play “Annie” was remade as a film, with all the white characters played by black actors, but since the original story is set in the 19th century and the show a musical-type anyhow, it is already somewhat abstract, and the character personalities already removed from reality, assuming the songs weren’t screwed with to seem more sassy and hip-hoppety. Whatever the case, don’t call it “color-blind casting” when it is deliberate. You want me to think that skin color played no role whatsoever in filling the role, which is a lie. You wanted me to notice the blackness, just like you wanted me to notice the ladyness of the more recent Ghostbusters. And people did, and you pretended it was their prejudice that made them notice. Please stop doing that!
I accept the idea of remakes, taking a functioning concept and putting it into a fundamentally different context, but without trying to obscure the original from existence. I don’t accept replacement characters with the same names who behave in fundamentally different ways.


It must also be noted that “The Great Outdoors,” another thoroughly unremarkable John Hughes/John Candy feature, is also being remade, and while I admit I haven’t seen it, and that Kevin Hart is certainly uninspired and irritating and coasting on an inexplicable media-wide assumption that he is funny so-that-he-needn’t-attempt-to-be enough to replace Dan Aykroyd, you could easily make a movie about two families going camping and coming into conflict without anybody saying “hey, isn’t this a ripoff of that all-time cinema classic The Great Outdoors?,” even if you hadn’t taken the precaution of making sure the cast had fewer white people in it. There is just no reason for any of this, I don’t get it, I never got it before, and I expect I shall continue not to get it.


I thought I had griped about John Hughes in the past, but if I did it isn’t on this website. without even remembering that he was responsible for Baby’s Day Out.
I remember seeing promotion for a video game based on the movie before I even heard of the movie, and then the game didn’t actually get released, but the movie did, and somehow I saw it.

Oddly enough, the titular baby has just the sort of aristocrat entitled parents that Hughes always shows ostensibly-relatable schlubs triumphing over in his other movies. And now I suppose they all have jobs producing lame movies and tv shows that reference his lame movies.



June 26, 2017
Crisis mode: What developers should do when they discover an error


I had placed this illfrustration at the end of the “video” I posted last week without realizing I had not prior to then exhibited it on this website, even though it seems to originate in August 2015.
Initially inspired by editing wordpress themes (what this website runs on), but it could as well apply to trying to use hulu, trying to use linux, trying to install windows over linux, trying to use a Hewlett Packard printer, trying to use toon-boom software, or any number of things that don’t work while priding themselves on how well they work.
This may have been the first middle finger on the deviant art website not being directed at the viewer.


This goes back to 2006. What have I done with my life? And how is it that many of the artists I have observed these from over the years have done more with theirs?


Additionally, this image and

this image appeared, for a deliberately short period of time, because they are pretty bad if you have time to analyze their details, but I did not have any other “character” for which drawings existed both of wearing earphones and of pressing down on a ridiculous cartoon detonator.



January 7, 2017
friday its a new year and a new boot camp


What the horehound is horehound? The look of this packaging makes me think the company only chose this as a flavor so they could act wise and worldly by elevating themselves above people who have never heard of it. “Why, you’ve never heard of horehound? Well sit right down there and let me spin you a tale.” I hate the word tale! Why do people have to talk in ways that make me mad!

Well mice it is about time. I can finally end my hunger strike. Because you know apparently i couldn’t have “that” old fashioned wild cherry flavor before (No not that one, the other one). Or maybe I just wouldn’t because cherries are terrible, and artificial ones more so. Cherry pies are cherrible. Strawberry is much better. Even raspberries and cranberries are better. Certainly I doubt old fashioned fake cherries are more pleasant than new fashioned ones. This probably tastes like Robitussin. Arrrf i can hear in my mind the deliberately, proudly glib bland appalachian announcer telling me to “try some today” without a slice of emotion. This is supposed to appeal to people who see billboards for Cracker Barrel that say garbage like “Come in and sit a spell” and think “now that’s REAL america.”

This one said “eats, treats treasures,” and the treasure is apparently their boring peg jump game. It is an interesting thing to have at your table, I suppose, for a restaurant, for three minutes, but nothing that entices me to pull off the road. My camera refused to take a better picture under threat of throwing itself under the wheels of the next truck that came along.
Here are better pictures that other people took using cameras with less self-respect.

Hey you driving a car presumably to a destination, wouldn’t you rather, instead of doing something with your life, like to stop and play a game of checkers over a storage container while the anxiety that you are wasting your precious minutes of free time on something that takes forever and is boring slowly burns away at your last scrap of sanity? It’s like living with a toddler on purpose forever. Please observe that n’ has an apostrophe but dumplins does not. The barrel is gradually crackin’ away at our language so that it becomes not necessary to acknowledge when you spelled something a stupid way on purpose.

Wowie al-zarkawi, I get to PAY to eat GREEN BEANS. Or maybe I just get to pay for the right to strain them. Gosh I am supposed to believe this ad won an award. I think it was the bored award.


Cracker barrel is so cutting edge in being deliberately regressive that I cannot even make its terrible video full screen. Can’t have me stealing their secrets after all by seeing their logo at a legible size (But I can play its depressing banjo fiddle music as loud as I want). Yeehaw let’s have a hoedown at cracker barrel. Let’s all settle in for old fashioned country cookin’ and dysentery. Let’s eat like we live in a covered wagon –excuse me, waggin’– and don’t have access to anything that is designed to stay edible in a non-refrigerated environment. Biscuits again? Oh boy oh boy oh girl get in the kitchen.


cracker barrel is really rackin’ em up. Here its nationally distributed supermarket cheese that is most of a certainty constructed in a thoroughly modern factory facility has won an award for another cheese having won an award. You might say: hold on there skrimpfy, the cracker barrel cheese brand is owned by Kraft, and unaffiliated with the restaurant chain, which it actually predates, and that only isn’t obvious because the Kraft logo disqualifies a product from accolades of any sort. And I would tell you for beets sake stop calling me skrimpf five years ago!

The very same Kraft which coonskin cap pioneered the Creep ‘n Crackers self-application process. They will need a barrel to carry all the awards this deserves. Hopefully not the one I am hiding from them in.



October 19, 2016
authorities say tonight she was part of a group of murderous misfits


page 18 of part 3 of the bimshwellian comicoid. This sure took long enough to get to, and finally resolves a matter that has been up in the air for too long. And now I must go back to the past to rework old pages because it was my intent last year to have the second small book version complete within this year. I have within this year tended to a number of long postponed matters, and ordinarily would consider that justification for postponing a less postponed project, but I actually printed inside the first book that the next one was “Available 2016″ so that makes it closer to law. Even though I added *hopefully” afterward. Hopefully does not mean “no self-imposed psychological consequences for failure!”



March 5, 2016
nothing says next level more than when a rocker chick goes country

We’re an American Band is such a stupid song. You don’t have to listen to it, I will sum it up by quoting it:
“we’ll come into your town, we’ll help ya party down, we’re an american band!”
I do NOT require assistance partying, in ANY direction. As band, your foremost duty is to perform music. Partying is the rightful responsibility of others.

I am supposed to take from this song: We’ll do whatever we want! you can’t tell us what to do we’re an american band!
Like it is supposed to be some kind of protest against bands from other countries. “SLOVENIAN bands will not subsidize your parties! US, on the other hand…”

it just keeps reminding me of American Made, Hulk Hogan’s old WCW theme music, the one that’s designed to sound like his older WWF music but be distinct enough to not infringe copyright. It’s the Mad TV sound-alike version of Real American. He’s American Made in America He’s american-merican, merican! He’s american banned in slovenia he’s american banned!

Whenever I hear American band I have to sing alternate lyrics to it. Apparently this has gone on for quite some time because this list is longer than the number of chorus iterations within the song, and it is MOSTLY chorus iterations.

we’ll come into your town, we’ll knock your birdbaths down, we’re an american band
we’ll come into your shop, we’ll make you party UP we’re an american band
we’ll break into your flat, and not feed your kitty cat we’re an american band
we’ll come into your place, we’ll rub some corn on your face we’re an american band

now it’s getting weird
we’ll steal your piano replace it with jay leno we’re an american band

(I wrote this when Jay Leno was still on television and presumed employed for life so it was at that time more of an accomplishment to pull him away from his regular duties)

we’ll come into your city and we’ll bring along smitty


what even happened to Marvin “Smitty” Smith, anyhow? HE was IN an american band. this goes to show you what you can get yourself into by associating with the wrong crowd.
(I wrote this when jay leno was still on television but Kevin Eubanks and Smitty were no longer in the Tonight Show Band)


In fact I did not go to this specifically because I could not get a guarantee that Kevin was bringing along Smitty. If only the appropriate alternate lyrics had been applied to “American Band” sooner!

we’ll come into your home, we’ll prank call paul prudhome
who does this band even think it is? they don’t have the power to do that.

we’ll modify your suit, we’ll add a wrestling boot, we are the beach patrol

this song can’t help reminding me of hulk hogan’s album; another song on that album is about the “wrestling boot traveling band” and yet one another includes
the phrase “we are the beach patrol, we wanna party, party, party.”
You do not, and in fact I do not want you to listen to either of those, just to be AWARE that
they named the band after a BOOT that goes around to different places. It should be noted that “american band” and “wrestling boot traveling band,” the song, both use the phrase “with the boys in the band,” and I have done so.

we’ll come into your factory, talk trash about Tony Slattery

I would like to point to the date at which I wrote this as being responsible for all the dated references but that was 2010

we’ll come into your daventry, astound you with our gallantry, we’re an american graham

we’ll come into your dump, make you play Rallo Gump, we’re an american trashbag

we’ll come into your towns, get mad at jews and browns, we’re an american klan

I can’t believe it took me five years to post this. Maybe I thought that by now people would have forgotten how trendy it was to trash Hulk Hogan’s album five years before I wrote it. This article, I mean, not Hulk Hogan’s album. I wrote that ten years before then. Thankfully its message is timeless. The article, I mean. The message from Hulk Hogan’s album is set to expire at midnight on March 4, 201… great goopity I think I’d better post this tonight.

we’ll come into your Hyundai, make you occupy a wildlife refuge with Ammon Bundy


ah I just don’t have the gift anymore!



November 17, 2015
A Biker Mice from Mars video game was released by Konami for the Super Nintendo in 1994. The European version features extensive advertisements for Snickers candy bars.


This notice recently accosted me on the deviant-art website. Obviously deviant-art is a silly website full of trash-marketing-vulnerable adult babies, but everything is –we have bred several generations to whom that is normal– so I can hardly be faulted for lingering there if I linger anywhere. While I do gripe at my getting coercion to become an under-compensated advertising vector for a major corporation disguised as a legitimate opportunity shoved at me, but unique to today I will gripe at the content of what I am to be advertising.





A question: How can I sincerely believe that the friendship is “unlikely” if you already told me it happens? And how can I believe that in any event, based on the past 20 years of animated cinema?

I have seen plenty of human children teaming up with, and usually riding on big misunderstood oafs, human or otherwise. These kids need to get stepped on once in a while to make it seem less likely when they do not.
And there are even more such pairings where there is a tiny little thing and a big thing but both are considered to be adults. And I have heard tell this is not even the first time a cartoon apatosaurus has taken on strange companions and journeyed forth. It is a functional setup. I grant its right to happen, but not to pretend it is profound.
I am not even here to fuss at any of these movies, specifically (least of all Totoro, whose film did not get an America hype-job until years after its production). For one thing, I haven’t seen more than promotional material for any of them.* But I doubt that any person who did watch these films would sincerely proclaim: I never expected those two to become friends! That twist took me completely by surprise!

*Actually, the book Where the Wild Things Are was in my house during the pertinent period of my development. I recall not being impressed.

And anyway, in this case, I am being instructed to evaluate the film exclusively based on its promotional material. It will not be released to theaters until November 25, five whole days after the contest entry deadline!

To be fair, dinosaurs generally are not big thinkers.


He is intimidating because I say he is. Even though I also said his scar makes it apparent visually, and I included a picture, and so I don’t need to say anything. But I have space and so I must say and say and say!

The contest page is full of character descriptions, terrible artwork and rogue plot details. Essentially I am to base my masterwork on a webcomic cast list. Many details, very little meaning. And if the event organizers believed for T seconds that any development, not necessarily restricted to friendships, were at all unlikely, they would be cautious about spoiling it for me! They would want me to be surprised. But they actually know that there is no chance I would be surprised. Go into a movie without knowing exactly what’s going to happen? Why that’s Unamerican!

And only americans can enter the contest! I knew a single person who found that Lorax movie at all endearing, and the person lives in Estonia.

My task in this adver-tunity is to donate free promotional “fan” artwork to stir up hype for the thing before it comes out. I am supposed to endorse it, and pledge to it considerable effort, based entirely on stuff I am told about it by another party, without any guarantee of payment, even if it turns out to be garbage that I would not want my name attached to.
How could I, and why should I be a fan of something that isn’t available? How could I know anything about the power of their friendship or the spirit of their adventure? I am suspicious any time somebody has to tell me an adventure happened or is happening.


In fact, another dumb movie where all the exact same stuff as before happens, that you tell me about before I am even eligible to see it: that is the OPPOSITE of adventure. Just as fan art is the opposite of original art! It isn’t even POSSIBLE to do what the contest demands.
Why should I be inspired by what some context-devoid list says each character supposedly is or does? I might as well draw fanart for the Michelin Man. At least that would be by my own inclination. And potentially less ugly. I hate those “eyes too close to each other on the front of the head” pixar character designs anyway, but ESPECIALLY on dinosaurs. “Good” is only in the title as a form of mind control because my natural inclination would be to proclaim these dinosaurs as less than adequate in quality.

The contest also encourages me to view the film’s trailer. Trailers exist to simplify, exaggerate and mislead. And to stop the music abruptly so I know what I am supposed to laugh at. I avoid the Star-Wars previews because I want to see the movie without knowing anything. I avoid the the Good Dinosaur preview because I just plain don’t want to know anything. That does not invalidate my earlier complaint; I probably would not watch the film, but I absolutely would not create a derivative work paying homage to its virtue unless I HAD watched it.

And it probably isn’t as terrible as the advertisement inevitably presents it as, but it most certainly isn’t as good as post-release praise will swear it is. Why try and force me to swallow that in advance? Apart from “because we are getting paid by Disney to hold this contest,” I mean. And that is “we” as in them, not me. Unless I win, which I wouldn’t, because I hate it. “It” as in all that has transpired this evening.



October 20, 2015
I mean to beat you to death and drink your blood from a boot

On the topic of terrible genies, I would NOT be friends with some dumb big eared animal genie that could NOT grant wishes. I would not be friends with any big eared dork that would voluntarily be friends with bow tie imps. This genie has failed in numerous ways. True enough, bow tie imps should be prohibited from having their wishes come true, since they would only wish for everyone to respect their bow ties and to also wear bow ties, but not larger than their own. I am rage-filled! Can I wish for the bow tie imbecile to get stuck inside a lamp without it receiving consolation magic powers?


Oh right (wrong), I was complaining about this thing. What a pathetic dajinni! It has to carry its own teapot! Why is it wearing a HUGE turban? Does it think it is exercising religious purity? Does it think it will attain salvation and that I will be cursed for eternity because I do not wear a turban? Does it think it is better than me? Arrrf I want to wish for its freedom just so I can trap it in a box. But it can’t grant wishes!

Guess what, frimp: the gods have forsaken you! They made you live inside a teapot and have smoke for legs. You can only come out when somebody deliberately lets you out, and the only person who WOULD let you out would be something just as pathetic and meeply as you are! And worse, you were made you into some dumb unholy animaloid instead of a regular unholy human. You wear a turban as an accessory only and are therefore guilty of cultural appropriation, which according to the internet is problematic.


Regarding bowtie imps, some years earlier, I recalled a fragment of dream after awaking, and it featured a pathetic little creature correcting me “not meepmire, meepmere!,” as I had evidently mistaken it for the initial bow tie fool, “Mortimewde Stapleton Meepmire.”
To respond, first of all, I will call you whatever the meep I want! You’re lucky I even chose to get the first part right! Everyone hates you! Foul, wretched meepmere!

I could not recall the exact nature of meepmere and struggled to visually depict it. I can’t remember the last time I hated a beast so much before I’d even seen it. Unlike “meepmire,” it doesn’t even have a first name. It just is meepmere. It is a cut rate bootleg version of meepmire, despite having no legs, just feet, thus rendering it incapable of wearing a boot. Do you have any idea how hard it is to be a low-budget version of rubbish?


Stupid 2 cent garbage disposal animal. At one point in the pre-meepmere era, roughly mid-2005, back when I owned the world’s bloodiest television box, an advertisement for Galaxy Discount Carpet was repeatedly aired on local television, featuring a corny un-animated space ship floating through a real rug store accompanied by appropriately corny sound effects. Try and imagine the horror if you were standing on the street and you saw THAT THING appear from the sky and come toward you, totally unanimated. Would you shop at a store that IT shopped at? I was known to remark, possibly involuntarily, “AHHHHH TOO CHEAP! IT COST ONE CENT TO MAKE!” repeatedly in an incorrigibly high-pitched voice that would probably scar my vocal cords if I tried it now, thus making Galaxy Carpet the only thing that costs less than meepmere. The people responsible collectively received half a meepmere. The question, then: was it the meep or the mere?


During december the ad had a likewise cheap holly leaf overlay, that I will argue did not raise the budget since it was most certainly pulled out of someone else’s trash can. I understand that I am meant to be enamored with the cheapness, to assume “the carpet prices are surely also low!” but I don’t think I would want a carpet which was THAT cheap. It is probably made out of seaweed and diapers.


Galaxy Discount Carpet is SO cheap that its website has a different name than the store and they just figured oh well and displayed the wrong name directly beside the right name. They guarantee to beat any competitor’s price on the money they spend on advertising! They thought I would be impressed that they aligned the second, alternate-fonted instance of the telephone number to the roof, even though it only matches one of the roof parts that it touches. That phone number has no idea how cheap it is. I bet galaxy carpets don’t even fly! Perfect for today’s genie to keep inside its forbidden cave. The cave is forbidden because it is too stupid.

Some people get epiphany, life changing, prophetic visions in their dreams. They become inspired to create great paintings, novels and symphonies. All I got was MEEPMERE. And then I had to figure out what meepmere was! What a chore! Meepmere thinks it gets to control my life like that? Meepmere is sub-pumpkin! That genie probably started out as a meepmere. Meepmere isn’t superior to a doughnut! That is why in my completed displayable art there are two pictures of doughnuts and no meepmeres. I do not even like meepmere on a leap year. Meepmere is among my least favorite meeps, and I hate a lot of meeps!



October 2, 2015
Come explore our new Pez candy corn maze

Following from there:


In this morning’s New Haven Register newspaper can be discovered another triumph of my print-ready-file-sending intuition! The painting I am exhibiting was not finished/started at the time when I registered, so instead of that, for my designated 300×300 pixel representation I sent a segment of Cholesteronslaught, one of my historically least hated pictures.


Come see my sickly-colored amorphous blobs at city-wide open studios in New Haven next week-end!

Continued there.



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them`s fightin` woids: December 17, 2017
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