The Loons...They’re Welcoming Us Back
”Here it comes, another lonely day”
-Jeff Lynne
I think I figured out what’s wrong with me. I think I've been suffering from a bad case of Carter’s Malaise lately. There’s nothing that can be done. Just ride it out and hope the malaise clears up.
Feeling lonely lately. I guess that’s nothing new, but I’m so friggin’ sick of it now. I used to fine with being a solitary man. Wasn’t thrilled to ecstasy over it, but it wasn’t where I’m so freakin’ sick of being by myself all the damn time. A lot of the time I don’t even want to go back to my empty apartment. But clothes need to be washed, e-mails to Mr. Hollywood need to be answered, cat needs to be fed, I have to poke my pussy and shoot a load of white, life-giving fluid into him.
And I’m a little scared of being alone. Like for the rest of my life. But how do you meet people when you’re no social butterfly? Gave brief thought to going back to Target. I met Wendy there, and there were a couple of cuties there who were sweet on me. (But I was too dumb to pick up their cues, or hopelessly devoted to Wendy at the time.) Almost all the rotten Nazis from those days are at other stores, and there’s always a new truckload of girls being shipped in. But I doubt I’d get $10.17 an hour, and it seems so sad to be 34.5 and working at Target. I already got enough Miracle Whip malaise to spread around my depressed hoagie.
Lately, I just wanna be with the 2 of my three friends I’m aloud to be with. And one of them is suppose to be moving to California at some yet-to-be-set date in the future. Zipidy-doo-dah! more time ALONE!
Looked through some interest matches on the LiveJournal. For Brandmeier there was only one match. M.C. Brennan. One match for Wallace & Ladmo. M.C. Brennan. Maybe I’ll write her. I hope she’s a hot chick with a freezer full of ice cream sandwiches!
I think it was a bad idea for Mychele to go to California. Haven’t you been listening to Bush? Jobs are opening up all over the place. It’s an unbelievable economic boom not seen in human history. Now you’ll be able to find a job here! Please, come to Phoenix. I can’t hear her, but I know she just said no.
Putting together packages to send out to toon people. Don’t see the point. The rejections just keep coming back. I even got a rejection from The Funny Times that said they loved my toons, they laughed out loud, but we won’t be using them. What the fuck does that mean???? “They’re great, but we don’t want people reading our magazine.”
Haven’t heard back from the Goodyear paper, or uComics.
So, I don’t really see the point of sending them around. I don’t see the bigger point of why I’d be such a brilliant cartoonist for no reason. Can’t see why I’d be such a gifted cartoonist if it’s all for nothing. So, out of almost 14 years of pointless persistency, I’ll send another batch around. I haven’t sent any submissions out since 1999. I haven’t had the spare cash. See, Mychele, the economy must be picking up if I can afford $1.80 to send toon submissions out again! Please, come back to Phoenix. Again, I’m sure she just said no.
I’m sure the toon thing is probably all part of the tedious malaise.
As for the toons, I’ve got enough done to get me through till February 18, 2004. I like being really far ahead. It’s so nice to know you don’t have to rush out a toon, or article.
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Leesa wants me to move to Tempe. Mychele sez to please come to California. I’d like to live in Flagstaff ‘cuzin’ it never gets hot up there, and it’s all woodsy, and they don’t have earthquakes, landslides, or action hero guv’ners. But I’d also be all by myself. All my friends would be in California and Tempe. And really, I’m sick to death of being by myself.
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Had a dream Monday Gramma came back. I hugged her, told her I love her, and miss her. I knew it was a dream, and she was probably just visiting me, so I asked her for the winning Powerball numbers. See, I remembered to do that this time. And in the dream I wrote them down so I wouldn’t forget when I woke up. Every time I dream I see the numbers being drawn, I only remember 3 of them when I wake up (Woo-hoo! $5.00!) So, this time I wrote them down so I wouldn’t forget.
When I woke up I could only remember #43.
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The Loons are coming in from the lake. Two days after I heard from Mr. Hollywood, Steve Ludwig wrote to tell me he saw my Brandmeier story and loved it. Steve worked weekends at ‘ZP back in the Brandmeier day, and now does traffic reports for Tim & Willy.
Neat, but it doesn’t get me a swellderful wife or a toon syndication contract.