Redo of a drawing I did for somebody else in another place. Don’t even remember exactly whether I came up with that gag or if somebody fed it to me, but I’ll go ahead & take credit for it. Anyway, as far as injustices go, I’m not sure “cultural appropriation” warrants all that much hand-wringing. I mean we used to take the kids, stick them in the school &/or church & take their culture away, not to have it, to destroy it. This stuff may get tasteless, rude sometimes, but it mostly is honoring, celebrating, acknowledging Indian culture, clumsily maybe, but there are real bad things, injustices being done to the Native American Indian; getting all upset about dim-witted people’s silly Halloween costumes seems like a waste of energy.

This just presented itself as I was coming home in the middle of the day. This will have to be one of my “32 or so views of Watermelon Mountain”. I should have grabbed my real camera; had it with, didn’t think had time, so got this funky shot with the piece of shit for a camera in my cursed iPhone 6, so one can’t read the sign saying “We buy houses for cash” over the head of a homeless person who is apparently being impaled by a brand new light pole. Was going to crop it, but & the composition is just right just like that. She’s got this futuristic cart, the very symbol of overamped consumerism, with everything she owns in it, although we don’t know that she doesn’t have a storage unit somewhere crammed with consumer goods, but & that’s unkind, what a jerk (mois).

But & I’m supposed to be getting a page done, it’s Sunday, updates are on Sunday, but & I’m doing this artsy-fartsy shit instead of being productively creative (or is it creatively productive?), but & I’m (yeah, me) required to post something, anything, every god damned day those are the rules of social media, are they not? I know, it makes little difference at this point, nobody is following this, or reading it, but & if I just keep doing it/this regularly, routinely, religiously, followers & likes will come, precipitate out of the webiverse, & when I get enough likes, I’ll get a million dollars. That’s how it works now, here in the future. I’m not sure I want to live in a world where shit like that is considered normal.

& there it went, one day closer to death, & I didn’t change the world much, past the time when, not all that long ago, grampaw would have been left out in the snow. Oh, shut up & draw, asshole.

Gotta get into a routine of doing this… & that. Trouble being, this one (trying to not use the first-person pronoun, which is kind of hard to do in a blog, which is kind of about me by definition. I hate that; all of social media is “Lookit Me! Lookit Me! Lookit Me!”, it’s so assholeish, & that’s what people like, seeing what an asshole somebody else is, I guess so they can then feel superior) hates routine, doesn’t want to be a drone, conditionally responding to the proper stimuli in order to be properly, productively productive, i.e. a good little cog in the capitalist machinery, doing something that makes money so that one can pay somebody for the privilege of continuing to exist on this piece of real estate. So I (shit) try to do all the proper stuff to be aligned, energized, motivated & shit, as in: get plenty of sleep, do some stretches, do some kind of aerobic workout; walk or ride a bike for an hour or so, meditate…