9-4-2020 545pm busy busy busy tired tired oh too tired to say it again
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what, so this should be MY problem? I am tired of having to make all the decisions around here! Every one of those dumb things looks terrible, I shan’t choose.

however I feel about the actual content of the story [a week ago], the unnecessary, corny, 3D ANIMATED face mask from this New York Times piece has greatly improved my day

WHY does it have to be 3d? WHY does it have to be turning? This reminds me of a “choose your character” screen from a mid-1990s arcade game with “great graphics” except instead of a bold and powerful adventurous figure it is a dumb old piece of fabric with straps on it

I can’t stand it, it looks like it has ears. This might as well be nemitz’s head partial turning and smiling at me and whoever else yet never totally looking away. That should be illegal.

also stupid, you can CLICK ON the mask to make it BIGGER! Just in case you saw it and thought “not corny and unnecessary enough at that size, need bigger!” In fact you can even click quite a distance away from it just to make sure maximum maskimum corniness is accessible to people whose motor skills are less than fine.

And this isn’t the Forklogan-Vanpeeblesworth Dispatch, this is the New York Times,

pardon me TIMES, the same acclaimed news source that proclaimed Miss Bianca to be a veritable minx of a mouse, which a book publisher then thought worth putting on a book cover above its title, so they mean business.

Also, this was among numerous books in boxes that I took from my attic to my garage in 2014 trying to clear space, not realizing everything in the garage would become trash by virtue of being in the garage, yet this quote was preserved, while the title was not, when I got to disposing of the books on the same day as the 3d mask came to me so it is only logical to assume there is a deep metaphysical connection. And now it is deep messed-a-physically within a dumpster, beneath surprisingly few dopes.

8-21 1233am yeehaw howdy. if i am not still cleaning stuff in my house on friday I may be able to force in an update that heavily resembles something i put on twitter a week ago.
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a strange drawing from somebody called Clown King:

What the-?!?!! Who let Dopes into the fire station?!?! And just what is that Dope using to put out the flames?!! Gasoline?! Gas-o-LINE?!! You stupid DOPE!!!

to that I respont:

Thank you for drawing these dopes! And curse you for drawing these dopes! Arrrrf do they REALLY think they are helping? Who put those hats on them? Who drove that truck there and positioned that dope to look like it drove the truck? Does it think it did? That one on the ladder, what is it DOING? NOBODY wants to look out a window and see a dumb dope there and obviously that imbecile isn’t going to help anybody smiling in through their windows. I just want to grab the ears on that foreground dope and do something I have not yet determined. I can hardly comprehend that the least awful dope is the one that isn’t doing anything and is simply loitering about being useless. I applaud your courageous and accurate reporting amidst chaos, uncertainty and uncharted punchability.

what was not visible to casual observers and that I elected to disregard:

to be clear this is not ME saying that I love dopes because I absolutely do NOT and if I did I would not admit it even privately. I would take the secret to my grave and nobody would find it because I do not intend to be buried because I think that is silly.

clown king has a character named Michaela Myers who is evidently fond of chopping things with machetes and this seemed like a good cause

this also allowed me to make use of all two of the facial expressions I can draw. I am not totally sure WHERE this is happening because I studied at the Doom Level School of Architectural Design. The important thing is that dopes are not being tolerated.

I lost electricity after the hurricane passed through, if you are curious. A day and a half after, because we procrastinate in my house. The internet cut out earlier since it has places to be.
I of course blame nemitz, who knew I wasn’t done talking about dunkin donuts/dopes cereal, something mit evidently holds as sacred, and nemitz knew because of what a stupid thing to know that is.

I have to walk a few blocks to get this crummy phone wifi and no way to charge this thing or get data off my computer so this will be that for now. I don’t know why people think they need to tell me to ‘be safe;’ do I go wondering to odd places after midnight even when people aren’t extra on edge and sometimes get accosted by the police just for being outside looking weird or something?
While it is a nice change to be able to go outside at night without every other house blasting bright white light pollution 29 hours a day all the loud generators owned by more people than I guessed running is less than peaceful and easy to mistake for the sound of utility trucks that aren’t coming.

Meanwhile here is a picture of the world’s worst character, Shoney Bear of the southern us restaurant chain Shoney’s that my cousin Patrick sent to me back in December because I must have expressed relief at my belief that the character was no longer used, because after I copied and deleted all my own pictures off the dumb phone so I could take more since I no longer have a real camera that sort of thing is all that remains and now I know one more folder that I must periodically clear out.
Also behold wordpress’s built in image show-er, the reason why I have to manually and tediously manage all my website pictures via old fashioned ftp.

once up on top of a time i sketched out a dope and inadvertently overshaded it so that it appeared quite dark. It inspired me to opine
That dark dope is so stupid, it doesn’t even realize how evil it is. It doesn’t know the horrible, frightful powers of destruction it has. All it knows how to do is regular dope stuff: stomping around smiling at people. It doesn’t know that it can strangle people from a distance just by grasping at the air. It doesn’t know. It has no idea. The forces of darkness were wasted on it.
This is not that dope. This is a rough approximation of it made from my memory of the dark dope. If I produced a digital copy of that dope at that time it is not known, but possibly I feared for my safety.

well forget that dope. A few years ago I found two of these reusable shopping bags in a closet within my domicile. I liked the idea of going to new stop and shop with a bag from another era covered in pictures of products that aren’t made anymore and that are but have less ridiculous packaging. I think I had one successful trip before the degraded plastic started to fall apart, so I decided to store unused picture frames in them instead while they continued to shed and I have been gradually removing pieces of them from my chambers ever since then. I had occasion to think of it yesterday as I removed some of the last of those pieces and the closet I found them in also was being cleared of rubbish entirely. I might never have seen the bags if not for my proactive action; I doubt anyone else would realize what a treasure these were. As I noted, they are adorned with photographs of products that Stop and Shop management suggests you might purchase to put in it, such as

Dunkin Donuts cereal!

despite the picture on the box indicating that Fred the baker shrinks down to smaller than the bowl to make what are, to him, full-sized doughnuts for the cereal, this advertisement depicts him at full large size hand-making the miniature doughnuts using a tiny little rolling pin and doughnut-shape cutter, which I am sure is much more factually accurate.

As I was thinking of Dunkin Donuts Cereal, particularly I thought of that corny nostril-clenching announcer beginning a statement by saying “chocolate cheeriosDunkin Donuts Cereal,” and especially that opening, enthusiastic “DUNK!” In my mind and apparently out from my mouth I heard it again and again, dunk dunk-dunk dunk dunk DUNK-in donuts cereal. Except eventually it somehow turned into dunkin dopes cereal.

DUNKIN DOPES CEREAL??!?!?!?

I reFUSE to eat dunkin dopes cereal. I refuse to even NOT eat it and simply coexist with it. In fact that may be worse. Unless you are “dunkin” those dopes into acid i see no point. i am sick of dumb cereals like raisin brain, mustid dope bran and now dunkin dopes. there is _N O_ excuse for this.
these people have no clue how many dumpsters dunkin dopes cereal can get tossed into. as far as *I* am concerned it can be nunkin NOPES cereal.
it makes me angry, that guy sounds so PLEASED when he says “dunkin dopes cereal.” and he didn’t even really say that! i only imagined he did! how do dopes have this kind of power? is this another scheme by the dope of darkness? only a dope would be dumb enough to want itself to get dunked and only the dope of darkness is mighty enough to make that happen. can you IMAGINE working at the Ralston-Purina dog and child food company and having to produce dunkin dopes cereal not because anyone will by it but simply because the most frightful and unstoppable dope in the nether-realm MADE you do it? And then you’ll have stacks and stacks of this dumb dope-flavored GARBAGE that nobody wants and that nobody will or SHOULD EVER want, because it is dumb and dope flavored.

It bothers me that the dope of light is TOO STUPID to destroy the dope of darkness, even with this news brought to light, its own element. If you placed those two in each other’s company all they would do is smile at each other, which is ALSO bad. Truly unacceptable. I need to take a nap, being awake now is insufferable.