I gotz to make this quick because this post uses up the last photo I had prepared for Project 313. That means I’ve gotz to spend about an hour preparing the next batch of photos I’ll use in future posts. I’m OK on the comics front because, you know, Joe Martin is a prolific cartoonist.
On the other hand, I’m not a doodler extraordinaire . . . I’ll also be scrambling to prepare more doodles and have them ready for when I write future posts . . . which will be soon because as I’m writing this I only have a two post buffer and I’m still short one blogobit.
Let me tell you, life is a lot shorter than it seems and time flows a lot faster when you’re short of it. I mean, it seems like twenty more years (one so hopes) is a long time, but two days from now comes at you awfully fast.
Not that I plan to kick the bucket in a few days time, but it could happen, you know?
Death! . . . I don’t spend much time thinking about it. I mean, it crosses my mind whenever I hear someone has died, especially if it’s someone younger than I am . . . or the same age . . . or older. Basically, every death reminds us of what awaits us.
I just heard a bit about the morality of wanting to live forever and how that’s unfair to the younger generation.
But, here’s the thing . . . typically, parents procreate so that upon their passing, imperfect versions of themselves carry on. BUT . . . we (Melisa and I) didn’t procreate. There is no imperfect version of us to carry on in our stead. It’s only fitting — it seems to me — we’d be allowed to carry on in our own stead. I mean, why settle for an imperfect version of me when, you know, you could just have me?
And now, the photo:
That’s another photo from Epcot. Visually, this decorative feature of the Japanese portion of the park is one of my favorites. As far as I know (meaning: in my ignorance) this kind of structure serves no functional purpose . . . which means it probably has a religious purpose. I don’t know that, obviously, but I bet I’m not Torii from the truth.
On the other hand, I’m not sure Epcot is using this correctly . . . I guess it depends on where you approach the structure from and where you’re going. Having been there, it seems strictly ornamental.
And now . . . the cartoon.
We are such a long way from contemplating making cookies . . . perhaps someday we’ll get there but I’m not holding my breath.
And now the doodle . . . which I had a difficult time naming. But name it I did . . . I named it . . . Arlecchino Was Here.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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