Distraction, Antlers, See-Through Heads, And Some Rash

My first weekend without the Fiery One when he has gone away on a work trip is always strange. I have no one to distract me from obsessively pursuing useless tasks, which means that my weekends are spent furiously coding or photoshopping or reading or bathing for countless hours with no sense of the passing time. I get up at 9:00 am, and before I know it, it's 5:00 pm, I haven't eaten, and my fuzzy tongue speaks of my desperate need for water.

Physically, I don't do so well without people to remind me of the basic necessities.

It's amazing how little I can accomplish over a two-day period in spite of this obsessiveness. I managed to go drinking twice, and I smoked cigarettes outside in -45°C weather. I had supper with my dear friend Amelia and met an artist man who was actually interesting to talk to. I started reading The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger for what must be the fourth time. I keep trying to dig through Ted Hughes' poetry despite my brain’s will to read Harvey Pekar comics. I have started work on a weblog template for an acquaintance of mine.

There is a complete lack of sustained focus going on here, and it's more than a little frustrating, but I think that it is probably stemming from the extended cold snap we're experiencing plus my usual winter depression plus... plus... plus... Oh, you see what I'm talking about? I couldn't even maintain my concentration from one end of that sentence to the other. Due to this period of de-focussing, I am going to waste your precious time with a couple of things I find interesting that have very little to do with anything.

The first thing is a bizarro picture I found lying out in an alley this afternoon. This photograph was out behind a Greek restaurant lying face down on a patch of ice:

I find this picture genuinely disturbing. I had to look at it for quite a while before it became clear to me that those antlers were likely still attached to a head, and that the head was what was creating that lumpen effect under the blanket that the photographer thankfully had the sense to cover it with. Why would you want to carry around a photograph of the results of your latest beheading? Why have I foisted such an image upon you? Some things we will never know.

The second thing I would like to share with you is one of the fruits of my distraction. While finding myself unable to tackle weblog templates or reading more than two pages at a go, I did find myself throwing together something of a sort I have never before created. It's comic-strippy. Seriously, the only reason I did it was because I really like their see-through heads. Mmm, brains. Mmmm, jaw bones.

"The Corpse Bird" by Ron Rash

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