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And Top Of The Mourning To You Too!

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Reflecting the biblical account of the Fall of Man, the snake-entwined figure epitmoizes evil and sensuality

I was in search of a Good Mourning Comic, but this picture from the artist Franz Von Stuck was the way to go.

The Seattle Times, in their review of Von Stuck’s work which was being shown at the Frye Museum in Seattle ( and I was lucky enough to see- Thanks Colleen!) was described as ” Spooky, Sinful and Seductive “

Why wouldn’t you know it.

Those are my favorite topics to write about.

In Von Stuck’s work I found it interesting that the less than holy subjects seemed to be more in charge of their enviroment then the more ” pure ” figures- even to the point to where the models representing all things “spooky and sinful and seductive”  seemed to be burning their way into Von Stuck’s and in turn the viewers eyes.

I like that in a monster.

I actually like it in people who are NOT monsters, but that doesn’t happen very often.

Isn’t it said that if someone looks into your eyes for more than twenty seconds they either love you or want to kill you? So I guess that’s why people thinking looking into anyone’s eyes is a sign of aggression. Maybe it is.

Maybe it is.

But when I need a little inspiration or when I just want to look at something that makes my brain and spirit sigh together in harmony I pull out the book ( they call it a catalog ) I bought at The Frye of Von Stuck’s work-

and enjoy.

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( Click On The Picture To See More of Von Stuck’s Works)

Brain Pain

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There are people who make me think too hard in a good way:

They’re funny, strange they know cool things like where to buy Bacon Cupcakes and are double jointed or have glass eyes that they’ll pop out in front of me just so I can see how it looks when they’re not wearing one.

And then there is the rest of the population.

They shoot dogs, wave their angry little fists in the air and screech about how the world sucks without realizing the world does indeed suck the big one when someone is in your face waving their little fist in the air and screaming about how the world sucks.

My Grandfathers were two men who could not be more different- both in looks and temperament.

Do you know what they had in common?

When someone hurt their brain they would look at that person in frank amazement and make them talk some more. And then they’d get around to telling us this truly fantastic story about this crazy person who is free to roam the world and live among normal people and isn’t it great that people with Mental problems don’t get locked up like they used to back in the Dark Ages?

By the time they were done painting this picture of this bitter, or angry or mean or human by biology only- you wanted to meet them, you wanted to see them and all their oddness in their full glory.

When people hurt my brain all I want to do is take a can of  Draino, pour it into my ear and burn out every trace of the offender.

I hate it when people hurt my brain.

And if you’re going to do it, I want say.” Hell. At least be interesting while you’re doing it.”

There are better uses for Draino- and my time and I do love a good story.

Help Wanted

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I had no idea you could get a job fluffing David Tennant’s hair.

I am thinking I’ve chosen the wrong career path.

Drats.

Does Anybody Do It Anymore?

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Much like the rest of the population I moved to Facebook Land a few years ago, and I think that it’s no coincidence that when I did that I stopped blogging.

At the time I thought it was ok because I could do more ‘serious’ writing off-line which sounded good but it didn’t happen that way.

I got caught up in the world of chit-chat, miscommunications, talking cats and looking at pictures of people’s dinners.I knew I was in trouble when I started to think that looking  pictures of someone else’s cheesecake was cool.

What I didn’t take into account was that blogging was what I did to keep my skills up- it was my daily writing practice. And in doing that I had to think in complete sentences. As much as I love LOL Cats, you can’t exactly communicate like a human adult let alone write like one when your world is all about quips and tweets coming from the cute faces of kittens, puppies and in some cases infants.

I’ll be honest, I got some enjoyment when I got yelled at- on line– by people because they couldn’t  flame posts on my Facebook page.

I saw a fire, I put it out. What can I say.

I was told I was interfering with their ‘freedom of speech’ and that I shouldn’t be stifling open conversations. I should be encouraging it.

I’ve learned something  from blogging- oh and a tad bit about our ” Freedoms” because so many people were interpreting their ‘freedoms’ in this area incorrectly and the real answers were there out in public for anyone to see.

Sad to say I can F*&@! up your “freedom of speech” on my Facebook page because it’s MY Facebook page. And if you want to have an open vibrant conversation, get your off your heiney or computer  or phone and go have one.I consider myself a force of nature but I couldn’t stop you from doing that.

I’m pretty sure that when you restrain someone against their will it’s ACTUALLY against the law.

So when I got messages about comments or posts disappearing from MY Facebook page my simple answer was: If you think that’s mean you should see what my editor friends do to real writers. And they get paid to do it. I wish I got paid for doing that to some of my flamers but no.

I did it for free.

I chalk it up to a cheap thrill.

” But nobody will “like”  the stuff you post on your page…they won’t care what you think. They won’t look at it. No one will know what your opinions are. Don’t you want to be heard? I was asked when I refused to let my mode of communication be shamelessly used like the town floozy.

Well.

Before I moved to Facebook people DID.

And then I let Talking Dogs do it for me and anyone else who showed up on my newsfeed.

What kind of writer does that I started asking myself.

I guess we all know the answer to that.

It’s been fun, but it’s time to get real.

So Let’s Do It.

 

 

Did You Feed The Dog?

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There’s this story about choice- and the choice presented in the story is do you feed the good wolf or the bad wolf.

I feed them both because they’re both important to me, I need them both.

I just happen to love one more than the other.

Eye Have You

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I think about Hell a lot.

Like, where is it? And if you believe in the science ( which I do ) then one day the Universe will die and maybe it will start over again- so what happens to Hell?

I believe Hell is created by humans, populated by human monsters and run by every dark soul that has to this point in time existed.

So does Hell just wink out all together when the Universe dies?

Or do we carry it, each of us?

How is that possible you might be wondering.

I’m a science geek and I saw this show where a scientist explained that the atoms in your left hand came from a different place then the atoms in your right hand.

You have no idea where those atoms have been, what they’ve been part of and in the end where they go.

So where is this going- well I was thinking about the wrong we do to each other. The evil. That thing that makes food and wine and kisses less vibrant and alive then ‘before’

I write about monsters  and for the most part they are always based humans gone bad. So those human behaviors, those composite characters I create ( I’m like Frankenstein come to think about it) get locked in my head and go through one Hell after another.

And one day those atoms that made me who I am will scatter out and where they’ll end up nobody knows.

But for now me and my atoms are one and those characters that I have crafted out of my life experiences  are living in my head and they inspire me.

Over and over and over again.

It must seem like an eternity in there locked away in my nightmare stories.

It must be just like Hell.