Drawing Conclusions

My non-post yesterday can be attributed to the fact that I spent all day drawing five wannabe New Yorker cartoons, which I revealed at the Rejection Show last night-thanks for coming by the way (interpret as sincere or sarcastic depending on whether you were there or not.) I used to think people who took art classes in high school and college and had long periods of time to work on their projects could just save it all for the last minute and then throw some shit together and pass it off as some abstract creation they toiled over. However, after spending several hours just to make four barely respectably drawn cartoons (the fifth one only took a minute as it involved stick figures-a clever move if I do say so myself) I finally realized that all art isn't entirely a crock. I'm just kidding, I never thought that, but I certainly gained greater appreciation for people who are sweet at drawing things. I would have said drawers, but then it might have been unclear whether I was referring to people who draw or to a storage space that slides in and out and often houses utensils or clothes. Here is an example to further illustrate/complicate what I mean: today I was a silverware drawer-in this instance I say this because I sketched a fork for one of the cartoons not because I had a bunch of cutlery in me. I wish I could upload my cartoons for your viewing amusement. Unfortunately I have neither a scanner nor the drive to go to whatever other lengths it would take to get those drawings online.

I am willing to go to great lengths for some things but only if we're measuring in centimeters. I know what you're thinking, the unit of measurement doesn't affect the length, it's the same distance regardless. Well guess what, nobody asked you to think that and make me pick up on your completely legitimate corrective thoughts, so just, just take a chill pill. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react like that. Maybe I should take a dose of my own medicine and pop a couple chill pills myself. In fact I think I will. I'm tossing them up in the air and catching them in my mouth. I hope I don't get any lodged in my esophagus. One, num num num num, two num num num num, three, num num num num num, four, num num num num. Notice how while I was taking my chill pills I was all like both Count Dracula and Cookie Monster like mixed into one, like Count Monster or better yet Cookie Dracula. Man, I think these chill pills have expired. I only say that cause I just did 800 jumping jacks for no reason. And now my oven timer just went off and apparently I baked a casserole, but I don't even remember doing it. Going to sleep may prove challenging. (I just taught myself fluent Mandarin)

Check those chill pill labels (anybody want a 9000 piece circular puzzle? I don't need mine as of thirty seconds ago)

I'm gonna make like a discount and take off. (so that’s how you whittle a detailed globe out of wooden cube)