Mister Bottom's Folly: ENOUGH WITH THE DOODLES, ALREADY!

Sunday, 16 September 2018

ENOUGH WITH THE DOODLES, ALREADY!

Inside the head of Homo Bloggus, ladies and gentlemen,

for the first time and perhaps last, we bring you a live broadcast

of the creature's mind as he sits in his den

making gossamer lines out of the woof and weave

of everyday life. Listen, all, if you will,

to THE CONJURING:

…scratchscratchscribblescribblescribble...

Piddle-puddle!

Such a muddle!

All the trouble!

For a madman’s idol.

…scratchscribblescratch…scratch…

In our so sad idyll,

there comes an eyeful

of skies a-rad-full.

…scratchscratchscribblescribblescribble...

And with such a show-show

Now all a-glow-glow,

So daddy’s yoo-foe*

goes bye-a-go-go.

…scribblescribble...

What’s more to know sir?

Who’s left to show, sir?

Our world, it swirls so

right round the drain, oh….

…scratchscratchscribblescribblescribble…

*”UFO”—Unidentified Flying Object

Damn You, Cat!

Like #2

Yep, trolling through the archives again. I like to put a page of doodles down after every few posts just to break things up a bit and to let my marbles fall out onto the floor. So here's a few from vaults. Enjoy or take some something for the pain.

DAMN CATS! Why do I bother? They don't care; they ignore me anyway. Screw them! Cats!

LIKE #2 I usually feel like the client in this doodle most of the time when I have anything to do with people in authority like managers, especially "wealth managers" (and like I'll ever have enough wealth to warrant a manager—more like a manage-it-yourself manager!) Poor guy doesn't even have a belt to hold up his pants!

And speaking of pets and pet peeves and NORCO'S FINAL TRICK: You go girl! Haven't you ever thought about what it must be like to be a killer whale stuck in one of those aquariums, a thousand miles from the nearest ocean? No? Me neither. But I'll bet Norco has. A lot.

And there are a couple of other toons I threw in for fun. Throw them back if they're too immature.

The photograph of the young man with my accompanying, rather poor cartoon sketch below (THE LAST DANCE) is taken from a cache of WWI photos unearthed in France in the early 2000s and put online. The series of photos, which included this fellow, was taken sometime before the battle of the Somme, in a small French town behind the front line. The battle began in July 1916 and lasted nearly four months. It was a horrific bloodbath that cost close to 700,000 lives. Chances are he didn't make it. The doodle was an illustration for the following poem I wrote, probably in the early 'tweens', for Remembrance Day, when we think for a few minutes about the sacrifice so many made, so long ago, so that today we can have the world we think we deserve. It's called "The Last Dance."

The Last Dance

Last Dance

Oh, dance with me once more.

Dance once more across the floor.

Oh, dance with me once more, once more.

Oh, my jolly man! My Johnny man!

In a land far, far away

they bid you stay, they bid you lay.

In a land far, far away, you went away.