Twenty-Nine
Wooooo.
The Fun never stops.
The close of my twenty-ninth and the commencement of my thirtieth year. I don’t have the typical base-ten digital fear that consumes so many people, but I would feel much, much better about Turning Thirty if today hadn’t been — to be unmitigatedly crude for a moment — such utter gash.
However, here’s lovely belated wishes to Dina Solomon, who is unfortunately not the D. Solomon listed in the Berkeley city telephone directory, and therefore didn’t hear from me on Sunday night.
Arlo and Albert
w00t! Got name-checked in Jimmy Johnson’s daily ARLO & JANIS website, in which he shares thoughts about the world, the cartooning process, and the context behind some of of his strips. And, most wondrously, he reprints a few archival strips each weekday, so not only do web-savvy readers get the ordinary daily dose of A&J, but about three to five additional blasts from the past.
A few months ago Mr. Johnson announced that he was taking requests for strips, and I had already sent in a request prior to that, with a nice little caveat about “I don’t know if you take requests, but…” It seemed too quick to fire off the same request, so I waited until what seemed like the appropriate time. It wasn’t until he mentioned that some sequences where he abandoned traditional structure and went off on a tangent from the ordinary “family-friendly” comic strip format, that I felt I could do so. For it was this very aspect that got me to read the strip regularly, after finding a truly bizarre sequence where Arlo takes a break from appearing in the strip and has an alligator stand in for him. Really good cartooning, he mentions POGO in the commentary, and I get an online shout-out; what could be better?
Planet of the Goddamn Monkeys
My reaction to the election:
“YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP! DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!”
Also, in accordance with the predictions of John Titor, I am going to start buckling down and preparing for the great Separatist Civil War of next year. Liberals in the Northeast who wish to separate to form their own union should start taking advantage of the recent assault rifle law lapse and stock up on munitions. The God-Botherers in the Heartland are all better-armed than we, and we therefore need to made sure that the Minutemen are ready for 2005.
I’m only half-kidding at the moment. In a week or so, I’ll be all-kidding, but until then I am going to brainstorm some ideas of logos for a Liberal revolutionary resistance, indicative of our regional propensity to transition from silversmith to outraged idealist at a moment’s notice. Hopefully by the time I’ve finished those, the adrenaline will have worked its way out of my system, to be replaced with resignium, the chemical enzyme that allows one to hunker down and acknowledge that wishful thinking doesn’t affect the status quo.
Election: Don’t Panic
When you vote today, make sure you actually hit the right button.*
Actually, the above image has nothing to do with electioneering, but is instead from Sony’s Official HITCH-HIKERS’ GUIDE TO THE GALAXY website, which is currently scant on content. However, the initial Macromedia Flash presentation has a sparkling eight humorous animations. Don’t just click the button twice, reload and keep clicking and reload again to get the full sampling. I’d also point you towards the teaser trailer, but it’s mostly just special effects and spacescapes (a word that is achingly close to being a palindrome), and features no prominent Kenny Baker or Zooey Deschanel, so I won’t bother.
*There are a number of ‘blogs quoting a story about Texas voter fraud, which claims that it is “for real”. I have yet to delve into the professional news reportage about it, so I’m choosing to believe that this is grass-roots party paranoia-mongering at the moment. Be careful what down-to-the-wire decisions you make in the heat of worry and adrenaline, and don’t believe everything you hear in the next twenty-four hours.
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