Graphic Journal: Dreams, Die Hard, Competence, Hate and Animation
Graphic Journal
I've been really busy lately. I'm a drawing machine. I drew most of this stuff last night (Wed.) along with at least 30 drawings that I haven't had the time to scan in. The Post-It Notes™ animation I finished tonight while at work.
Filled. With. So. Much. Hate.
Random Abstraction
Die Hard and the myth of competence
Annoying Animation Below
Hidden Dream
No one wants to read other people's dreams, so mine is hidden. To read it, highlight the following text...
I had a post-apocalyptic dream inspired by Walking Dead. I didn't see zombies, but there was tons of death off-screen. We were in a (military?) compound. We went to another compound where they were building new houses. They were starting afresh, but almost all of the inhabitants were women. I wondered where the men were but was happy to be in the minority.
There were supposedly soldiers around, but I didn't see any. Eventually, I found out one. He told me he was betrayed by his friend. He also told me that his friend was 300 years old. I found out he was telling the truth and that he was also 300 years old. And his friend didn't betray him - merely disagreed with him, but to his "people" that qualified as a betrayal.
They both ended up at the compound and I had a long dinner with them. I suspected that they were vampires, but wasn't sure until they told me. One had fought with my old mentor / grandfather and all of the sudden I was watching their history - as if I was inside a live-action comic book.
At one point I gave them two necklaces made of holy wafers, and after they put them on their faces decayed like, all horror movie special effects. They cheered my ingenuity. I asked them if they were planning to kill me and they said yes. I told them I would try to beat them.
We ended up talking philosophy. I asked if God was real and they said, Oh yeah.
I told them my problem with the Old Testament YHWH. I said, Imagine if you turned good and stopped killing people and then asked me to trust you. Why should I? Why should I believe that you're now a new creature and why should I forgive you for your past deeds? And even if I do forgive you, why would I love you?And even if I did do all of that, why would I worship you?
I asked if they could turn into zombies. They didn't think so, but weren't sure. They definitely didn't want to find out.