Want a closer look at that map? Alright!
Also: More context.
Anyways, that sort of drift has been taking place in a lot of discussions, I think. Not comfortable with legal abortion? Keep talking about making it so crazily illegal that suddenly “socially unacceptable” is the new middle ground! It’s like magic.
Ugh, I’d much rather talk about sea monsters and homunculus theory and stuff, let’s talk about that instead! That shit is cold backwards.
Cryptids! I was obsessed with them as a kid. Obsessed to the point where I really, really honestly believed that I was going to be the one to finally catch Nessie. Also I was scared of the woods because of Bigfoot, even though we were in New England (and also Bigfoot isn’t real. Pedantics!)
My favorite part is, is that this sort of thing used to get taken pretty dang seriously. Though, I suppose that’s gotta be the way back then. Because if someone sailed to the other side of the world and wrote you a hilarious letter about a platypus, the guy occasionally came home with one, and then who’s the jerk, it’s you.
ANYWAYS, this drawing is also going to a print, in the store, that is the main reason I drew it. I’ll probably have it done sometime next week, so get excited, dudes! See you Monday.
BASED ON A TRUE-ISH STORY. I saw a whole bunch of old college friends recently, and that led to a lot of reflecting. Ugh. Never think about the person you used to be like! You were probably horrible and the worst, and what were those PANTS you’re wearing? Jesus christ, get with the program and get a different haircut, what year is this
So I went and saw a production of Death of a Salesman the other night, and it was really moving and Phillip Seymour Hoffman as Willie Loman was incredible. But anyways, I was also feeling a bit under the weather and took some “nighttime cough syrup” that is designed to just absolutely destroy you so you can sleep. And in a pre-sleeping, post-syrup madness, I started thinking about a modern version of the play, and it’s probably just some guy lamenting he didn’t have enough facebook friends.
Then again, I hope it’s just a function of how humanity works, that people are just longing for art that was made before they were born. Maybe 60 years from now, some guy will be weeping over the quality of some random guy’s blog, bemoaning the state of current 3-D-hyper-super-net culture. I’m so sick of holographic post-memes, how about you guys