There's another one coming. It's just taking a while. It's inspired by the Cocteau Twins. I had to brew it for a while and listen to a LOT of Cocteau Twins to conjure up the right mood.
So obviously I've surrendered to the comic book form of expression. It's had a strangle hold on me since I picked up my first issue of Mad Magazine in 1982. I didn't really understand at the time that it was a monthly magazine. I'd go back to the corner store every couple of days to see if a new one was in yet. I would spend hours trying to copy the drawings and had a revelation when I realized I could make up my own drawings. So thanks Al Jaffee mainly, for kicking off my "lucrative" and not at all fraught with conflict, path as a cartoon artist (and also embedding my love of sarcasm with his "snappy answers to stupid questions" series).
So there. On another topic...
So far, California has been...let me find the right word here...California-y. Not really up my alley, as it were. Sometimes though, sometimes it's nice.
Like at dusk, when it's cool enough for a sweater and coat, and the sun is sinking behind the mountains so they are purple and soft looking and the same purple jumps out in the wildflowers against the green of the grass and trees and you can smell the blossoms on the trees in the breeze and everyone is inside their homes and you can walk past and see blue computer screens and someone at the stove and the flickering lights of a tv and planes are circling high up with the last of the setting sun reflecting off their wings and the sky is huge and cloudless and unbroken...that's when California works for me.
4 weeks left. Crazy.
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