lutte loose

‘Twas thirty-nine years ago this summer, that I first laid eyes upon the comic masterwork, ‘Green Tits and Fur’, a adult-oriented Suess rip off set at a furry convention. I thought it was hilarious and have since realized it was arguably exploitative and totes appropriative.

Better arts in the now soothe (in sooth!) the sting of not-that-great arts when you were young and impressionable. If you’re lucky you got older and stayed impressionable. I know I have. It’s what the ADD will do to you.

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I think I’ve talked before about mOm and pOp and brO as being my way of customizing my own family into English. I like the visual pop of the words. I find it amusing —–I found some evidence today that the design of a piece of my childhood might have had something with pOp’s moniker as in looooook belowwwwww. But as I was looking at them again today, and why not, my thought processes have galumph and will travel, I thought how Jeff and I were inside the ring of being cared for, so the m’s in mOm are hands, like one hand out for each of the kids or caring for them. And the p’s in pOp are arms. Also guns. Pew pew. Facing forward. mOm is books. When you look at the m’s can you see books open, being read, the curve of the pages in the m’s. And brO is for the solid unassuming wholeness that Jeff is. brO is a goofy looking word, and he is goofy, though that’s hardly his distinguishing characteristic. That O is the emblem and stamp and sigil and symbol and visual hug that says you can say bruh or brah or bro or mah brother but this is my brO there are many brOs but this one is mine and I just wanted to make that entirely clear.

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As for the goofy, I have recent evidence. They closed the playground equipment at the end of the street; Jeff makes his feelings known. Isn’t it a handsome hoodie she hinted hintingly with lollopping Monty Python eyebrows.

 

COVID-19 LOCAL UPDATE

ONE THOUSAND CONFIRMED CASES IN CANADA.

China was in lockdown at 700, so on the basis of the math, we got between ten and twenty thousand people wandering around infected and not knowing it.

I think when we look back, Dr. Henry’s calm is going to look like murderous bullshit. We haven’t stopped public gatherings; Burnaby hasn’t declared an emergency.

Jeff and I remain fine and without symptoms.

As do the kids, Alex, Paul, Tom and Peggy, and Cindy, and Mike.

I’m getting off the internet now….