In my senior year of high school we had an assignment to rewrite Hamlet in a different theme. I can’t remember why anymore but I thought it would be an amazing idea to smash Hamlet with Looney Toons. I’m still pretty proud of the ideas that I had like Marviatio The Martian, or dueling with giant mallets.
There is one joke that will always be my favorite. Bugslet and his friends had just returned from The Carsades. The line I will always remember is “They laughed about how easy it was to color the stupid Inklishmen.” Ten odd years later and that line still makes me laugh out loud. I thought it was brilliant. I thought it worked on every level
The thing was that nobody got it. Not one person understood or thought that it was all that funny. I remember my English teacher writing in the margins “What does this mean?” And I don’t care. I still have this mental image of cartoon characters running around with giant paintbrushes coloring in a bunch of black and white Penman thereby converting them. That joke is uniquely mine. It makes me laugh. and was worth every blank stare and cocked eyebrow.
At a grocery store that’s close to us there is one of those old motorized horsey rides that my daughter loves. It’s the only thing that I can think of that still costs a penny.
I have no idea how old it is and I’m certain it makes no money, but even if it didn’t make Natalie exceedingly happy I’m glad it’s there. The store could use that space for advertising, a coke machine or any number of things that would generate revenue. It’s nice to see something that’s just there to make kids happy. A little ride that makes them laugh and shout and chase imaginary bandits.
My hope is we have more things like this in the world.
It’s now been over a year and a half since I last posted anything. A track record that could only be described as “extremely poor.” It’s impossible to write without feeling like you need an excuse. “What did you do for your Summer Vacation, Ian?”
Truth is life happened. We moved twice. Watched our daughter grow and learn. Work and medical procedures and here we are much later than I ever intended. In the past I would have gotten down on myself. I kept thinking If you’re not going to post anything for that long then what you come back with better be goddamn brilliant.
Earlier today I read something by Neil Gaiman, one of my favorite authors. It was advice to a young writer about how to get your ideas down on paper. I won’t recite it here (mostly because it is brilliant, and I’m nowhere near there yet.) but he does say the only was to do it is to do it. Goddamn brilliance takes a lot of work.
While I may not hit that level I do have things I want to say. I want to write stories and post them, I want to write about video games and tv shows. I want to express things that amuse me. More than that I want to create something.
All we can do is start again.