As previously predicted, readership has fallen off considerably on Project 313 posts. I might get the occasional view because of an interesting photo but, even so, I’m certain most people only give it a casual glance. As usual, too much of any one thing earns people’s indifference. That’s the problem I saw with most 365 projects and 313 is not that much better.
It could also be due to my propensity to engage in what I call “out write thinking” — it’s like out loud thinking, only in written form. This out writing usually leans toward the serious. This is a recent thing. Could be I’m finally growing up or the state of the world has gotten to the point one can no longer turn a blind eye to.
I used to be fairly decent at writing funny stuff. This, of course, is just my opinion. In fact, people who’ve expressed the exact opposite sentiment — that I’m just not funny — can be easily found in great numbers and in nearly all continents (I don’t think any of my readers go to Antartica).
I maintain failure to find and recognize my humor just means stuff flies over most people’s heads. I don’t mean that they are dumb . . . I mean that I’m so weird and odd that even people who know me find it difficult to distinguish between my jokes and plain inane mumblings.
There’s an Italian saying that goes like this: “il riso abbonda sulla bocca degli stolti” which roughly translates into “laughter abounds in the mouths of fools” . . . I think the saying originated from people watching Jerry Lewis movies.
Regardless, that was sort of ingrained into my young impressionable mind and I spent the first 30 years of my life trying to be as serious as I could possibly be. If I absolutely had to laugh, I made sure my smile wouldn’t be considered abundant.
It wasn’t until February 29, 1984, that I came to a profound realization. My exact words were:
“Screw this!” which roughly translates into Italian as . . . wait; that can’t be right. They have it as “al diavolo questo” which is closer to “the hell with this” . . . hmm; while appropriate, I sense some censorship happening. I think a more correct — if a bit coarser — translation is “fotta questo!”
Anyway, since then, I paid no mind to anything but my own assessment of what’s funny and what isn’t. As it turns out, I find humor in nearly everything and sometimes even inappropriately. I don’t know if this is me making up for lost time or if my mind has always been like that. I suspect the latter; I go out of my way in giving my mind lots and lots of latitude when it comes to finding humor in any situation.
Like everything else, once one practices long enough, it becomes more of a reflex than a voluntary act. I’m told I’m quick with comebacks and irreverent observations. It could be a part of me is ready to pounce on anything and everything with the sole purpose of extracting any and all humor out of any and all situations, even if it’s just a small drop. Some might mistake this as me wanting to play the clown and/or garnish attention.
Nope! I’m just entertaining myself; them who care to can follow me and the rest are welcome to stand around and point at the laughing fool; he won’t care one way or the other.
And now, the photo:
This is another “mural” on the side of a shipping container. I put it through a Topaz treatment and it’s showing me how easily even a mere hint of a design can convey the intended representation. Certainly, I’ve never seen any owls of that color.
This is yet another thing I’ll try and duplicate when I’m doodling. I suspect it’s not as haphazard or simple as it looks, but I’ll give it a go.
Many Mr. Boffo strips deal with depictions of both hell and heaven. It’s a cold day in one of those two places when I don’t find them funny.
Once again, I marvel at just how few lines are used to convey images and scenes . . . I really want to master that so that I can draw my own strip. Of course, my strip might be like the famous “Cow Tools” Far Side cartoon . . . the one that was written up because no one got its meaning.
As I mentioned above, I’m already primed to the response of “What Was That?” to the majority of my jokes and most of my humor.
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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