Welcome to post number two.
It has been exactly one month since I started blogging again, and what a journey it has been.
So many hilarious memories, poignant and heartfelt conversations, brilliant new topics to discuss with various interesting perspectives from readers, nostalgia filled anecdotes, tales of woe and heartbreak, and of course the delving into the very deep ocean that is my soul.
It has been the ride of my life and I thank you.
What is exciting is we are only just getting started.
(In truth, I have almost completely forgotten about the fact that I even created a blog because I can NOT stop reading another blog, hyperboleandahalf . If you haven't read it before, go read it, it is absolutely hilarious. But it is way better than my blog will ever be, so finish reading this post first, then go read it, because if you go now you won't be back to finish reading this because, like I did, you will forget about it.)
Here is a picture I drew on my Etch-A-Sketch:
I went on a bit of a toy-buying binge last summer. Among the toys I bought were one of those wooden snakes, the ones that wriggle and look like a real snake (I named him Will - he now lives on top of my microwave... he'll probably die of some weird radiation tumors, the poor guy. Or, he would if he wasn't made of wood, anyway. But then he'd be a real snake and he would never stay on top of the microwave, he'd just go slither away somewhere safe and far away from microwave radiation.), a slinky (to replace my old, rusty one, and that has only been properly used ONCE because I can never find a good set of stairs for slinky-ing) and this Etch-A-Sketch, which has become my absolute favourite.
I never realized how fantastic the Etch-A-Sketch was before. When I was a kid, I didn't really give it the time of day because all I thought you could do on it was horizontal and vertical lines. So, I'd make a few squares, then move on. But no! A friend showed me the trick where you twist BOTH knobs and voila! Curves! Circles! Squiggly lines! An exciting world of potential was opened up before me, as if I were dear little Lucy Pevensie stumbling out of a dank old wardrobe into the magical world of Narnia.
I have drawn some pretty boss stuff on the Etch-A-Sketch, and subsequently have started taking pictures of my work, because I am a dweeb. But for my last few good ones, I couldn't take a good picture, so someone with a spiffy camera took some pictures of them for me, and I am in the middle of a very long waiting process in receiving said pictures via email. I'm getting impatient. I want to show you my zombie, who is saying "I WANT BRAINS!" I'm pretty proud of it, though I actually think zombies are super freaky. I've only ever seen one zombie movie, and people who are actually into zombie movies would tell me it's just a spoof, but there were zombies in it, so it's a zombie movie. Shaun of the Dead - it was stupid, sometimes funny, but mainly gross and freaky, because of the zombies.
Let me get this straight - zombies are people that were once dead, then somehow came up out of their graves in some sort of semi-alive state (comparable to a chicken with it's head cut off, maybe? Like when there's still nerve reactions, or something, so they run around, but aren't actually alive? Is that even true? Does that even actually happen? I don't know.) and try to eat other, legitimitely alive people. What's the deal with that? That's freaky. I don't think it's cool.
But it seemed like a good idea for a drawing on my Etch-A-Sketch. I felt like I needed a challenge - not just artistically, but personally; I thought maybe if I could use the Etch-A-Sketch, something I love and trust, to draw a zombie, maybe I could face my fear, and it would become nothing more than a hilarious, but impressively well done, little caricature... hiding the reality that zombies are terrifying, blood thirsty, half dead people who are partly decayed and who stagger around like drunk people (REALLY drunk people, but, like, 1000X more dangerous and threatening. This isn't taking into account those happy, "I love you", sleepy drunks. I'm talking about the angry ones who yell and stomp around, who the people who live underneath them in an apartment building nickname "Stompy Joe" and are too afraid to call the cops on (yes, I'm speaking from experience)), looking for fresh meat. Ugghh. Zombies.
