The 10th blogiversary fundraiser continues with the Hope and Change year of 2008.
When my word-brain started getting punchy, in 2008 I found that I could give it a little break by playing with graphics, visuals and cartoons.
I touched up Kipling's "The Old Men" with pics, did a "A Sunday Morning Comin’ Down Special: Hey, Hey We're the Manques Edition", had words (and pictures) with the New Yorker Magazine over that cover, advised Arianna Huffington to stop going cheap on the Photoshops,
I also cruelly and tastelessly abused the beloved children's cartoon, "Peanuts". Because I am low and perverse.
When my word-brain started getting punchy, in 2008 I found that I could give it a little break by playing with graphics, visuals and cartoons.
I touched up Kipling's "The Old Men" with pics, did a "A Sunday Morning Comin’ Down Special: Hey, Hey We're the Manques Edition", had words (and pictures) with the New Yorker Magazine over that cover, advised Arianna Huffington to stop going cheap on the Photoshops,
I also cruelly and tastelessly abused the beloved children's cartoon, "Peanuts". Because I am low and perverse.
Once upon a time
the job of beloved national cartoon was a pretty sweet gig.
Fighter jock
from a long-ago war, sketched in bright, simple colors.
Making my own
hours...
...mouthing off
whenever I wanted...
...ordering staff around and pretending it counted as
Commander Guy experience...
...dining out on a creaky “Badass” rep for
thirty years...
...and hugging up whoever
I damned well pleased...
2 comments:
John McCain was no Snoopy.
At least Snoopy didn't crash any real fighter jets.
I protest - Snoopy is a lovable icon. Grandpa Walnuts is just sad.
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