This is a Flopside Bubblegum Comic I did a few years back. I like to doodle and when I had my HP Printer it came with an online creative app that offered many different options for creative endeavor. The left and right handed kind.
Today Kerry Love Canal, as I affectionately think of him, asked for my rock drawings to add to his site. I may take him up on his offer. Back to doing what I do best, doodle.
SO, here is one I resurrect for Kerry.
Now I must find a creative app that goes with my new Kyocera Printer. I think the best of life is having creative endeavors.
( I added Dodger Dog Joey Ramone original for New Wave Chicken Art about Baseball).
“We Have To Play With Ourselves”
Original art was Sold December 2022 at Jail Guitar Doors Art Show benefit. A simple layout for a Flopside comic.
Feeling as powerful as an active volcano of accomplishment.
Women gathered on the hill. Standing on the grass and dirt. They were silent in the breeze. Waiting. Dressing in gold, red and brown flowing dresses. A cotton scarf placed around her head. Thin material with sequins and graceful threads wrapped around a mummy enfolded.
“Into the tomb I must now go?
The fear of such a place she thought,
“Will they put me there. Alone there I will be. What, will they forget me too?”
A whisper in her ear spoke,
“No you will not go there. You have suffered enough.”
Before saturation of words on the internet and before the underground resonance grew on making books the old-fashioned way… there was a silent breathing in.
Living in a tree house apartment in the heat of summer with the sound of a noisy air conditioner; created moments of summer that danced by too slowly. Since we were not in the best part of town my family did not visit. So, I produced fun projects to do with my oldest son (anywhere from 3 to 6 years old). We recycled most of the materials, cereal boxes, and cardboard.
All aspects of these books are handmade…only the paper and typing stray from this theme. I at one time had several of these books all around the place. Finally in the last year I brought them all together. All are here, finished books mixed with some at various stages of completion. Years ago, I gave one to my dad on his birthday. The small purplish one in the image above. The little book sat on parents’ hearth for years until his death and I now have it back.
Filling the pages with my watercolor paintings and typed poems, son and I had fun putting them together. We painted the covers with acrylic paint and mod podge, and correlated the inside papers, and stapled this all together.
The simple joys of life are ones that are creative, progressive and quaint.
During the heat of summer the sound of air conditioning muffled the nearby gang screams… but we created something special together. Two of the books have now come to rest on our hearth, my heart is there also.
Any sign, symbol, or shape that can be drawn in one continuous line without the pen leaving the paper.
Image by Alexister Crowley
The pentagram is the emblem of the divine Feminine. In the instance the star secreted with the rose balances an inverted pentagram that can imply the superiority of matter over spirit or, the need to be able to face the darkness in order to understand the light.
~ The Element Encyclopedia of Secret Signs and Symbols by Adele Nozedar Pg. 132
On Monday I watched Rachel on MSMBC and the first word out of her mouth was Berlin.
“Rachel Maddow looks at a murder in Berlin, Germany that U.S. officials believe was a Russia-sanctioned assassination and notes that Russia’s past reticence to commit killings in Western countries appears to have faded, raising concerns about the recently outed Russian spy living in the United States.”
Then the weekend before I was watching an old TCM film. And a friend on Facebook said she did not have TCM and would love to have it. I then thought to myself I would sure love to go to Berlin, but I just cannot. As I looked up to the TV screen, I heard, from the 1932 film Back Street, Walter Saxel say,
“Would you like me to take you to Berlin?”
I said yes. And realize this synchronicity only rubs me the erroneous way out of anticipation.
Then to really get my goat last night I was watching one show on TV. One of my late-night bedtime rituals. The continuity of watching an episode of the sitcom Hogan’s Heroes. Of course, the whole focus tonight was on Berlin.
“Bad Day in Berlin”
“Hogan’s Heroes: Season 4, Episode 11″Hogan’s Heroes” Bad Day in Berlin (TV Episode 1968).”
Again, Berlin is on my mind. I googled and read about it and reflected on its history.
Currently it is for me about the good feeling of accomplishments and the rewards of following a project through to its end. It is what it is but seems my psyche is having fun playing with me through multiple synchronicities.
Maybe a nice finish with an Oktoberfest beer this weekend.
Brings me to this image that Dad took of a Berlin punk and Mom in the 1980s, they were traveling and visited Berlin.
I asked them to hand out Flipside Fanzines on their many journeys abroad. As a military WWII veteran, he got to travel with the military modestly. So, they did.
Trusting my insight and foresight has been a struggle for me. Often, I let others push me off my mark due to facts and figures that oppose my observations.
A current adventure with our internet service and adjourning phone line is my issue today.
I’ve been paying the same amount since we set up the service. I then noticed September’s bill increase by about twenty dollars.
I called my service to ask why in August after I got the bill. It was explained to me that the company decided to up an overall five dollar increase to all their customers who use their phone service. This of course increased many other things. The dynamo increase of those pesky taxes too.
So I nicely had the phone taken off our plan. I talked to a nice representative and technician who did the work and told me that September’s bill would decrease, and I would pay less.
I told the representative,
“I only receive robot calls from the same companies and scams. I then must play the nasty game of telling them I am from Mars.”
She laughed at that and understood.
I know the bill is due today and had not received a notice or new bill. I went online to see our bill, and nothing had changed. So, in my little “good grief,” I called the server back once more.
I was told in an argumentative debate that they base their bills on “prorating” the past month.
“The practice of prorating can apply in many areas, from billing for services to paying out dividends or allocating business partnership income. Pro rata is calculated by dividing the instance of an item by the maximum quantity of that item. This ratio can then be applied to any related item to find the same proportion.”
I told this person that is not what I was told. They told me when I cancelled the service that I would not have to pay the full amount and then I would receive a new bill for September.
They did the run around or indirectly blamed me for not listening to them. Yet I felt like they were not listening to me and trying to get me to agree with them even though my guts knew they were bold face liars.
I think I talked to a supervisor who was the same. So, after some debate she told me she would do me a favor and give me a onetime discount waiver.
“I sure had to work hard for those twenty dollars.”
I paid the whole bill anyway out of that shadowy doubt of guilt.
I called back again to see if in fact I got that waiver and if in fact the phone line was cancelled.
The new representative told me that it was all good and told me how my bill next month included the waiver. This means I got my money back.
I told the conversation I had with another representative who told me that I would have to pay the full amount this month due to the word “prorating.”
She then told me an amazing thing. That they do not do that and that they go by each month. So, I was in fact told a lie. We laughed over it, and I filed a complaint that did go forward to the other representative. I felt good about that.
This new representative had style. She told me to look on my bill on page four and so I did and read this,
“… in accordance with the…. Conditions of Service, …. Services are billed on a monthly basis.”
Yes, no mention of prorating.
I had a wonderful moment.
The moral of this real-life experience is this, if you don’t say something and just let someone else tell you something else for you to believe, believe in yourself first. Don’t be bullied, influenced, or rejected without following through to the wonderful conclusion in believing in yourself.
Ya it was all over twenty bucks, might have well been one million dollars or the good feeling of holding integrity up for the losers to see, since they don’t have any.
A FLOPSIDE COMIC edited by Mr. SHit…. who is terrible at editing but at 65 has the extreme enthusiasm of a 20 year old….
Mr. FUck and Mr. ShIt are so bitchin’ man… they like to hang out and have fun..
NOt a FLipside COmic Mr. SHit but a FLOPSIDE COMIC>>>>>>
Old Man Joe was recorded in our bomb shelter…. he was so happy to read for us at FLOPSIDE COmics... he usually is the silent one of integrity, wicked smarts and cantankerous ways…
As he said,
“From one old fool to some others…”
Sadly, they have lost their dignity and grace.
McConnell appears to freeze while speaking with reporters in Kentucky.
Feinstein’s fall was described as a minor slip and did not involve steps or stairs.
We at FLOPSIDE Comics must make this editorial. We have talked to Hudley, and she agrees.
She has worked at nursing homes and as a Home Health Aide.
We all hold great respect for the ageing.
Yet there is a time when one needs to take off the sheath of power to let others who are more apparently resilient and healthier take their place.
As a California Senator and as the minority Senate leader.
Democrats and Republicans can agree to something as profoundly real as this. We like the fact that when an issue crosses the line, reaching across the Aisle of politics, and both parties have a common issue to deal with, this real issue of poor health and age.
It is a reality we all face if we live long enough. They are not Queens or Kings but elected to serve their time with dignity and grace.
Yet now is the time, for both of them, to step down with dignity and grace.
This song is dedicated to Mr. SHit’s extreme enthusiasm…
An interval, unpretentiously put, is the distance between two notes.
An intervening time or space. A pause or break in activity.
Netherworld, “place beneath the earth,” comes from nether.”
A payment showed up on my account.
A nether payment.
It was not one that I made. It was pending and was sent. I contacted the payee, and they after five days processed the payment. I asked them to send the money back because my bank had a glitch. Now I am waiting to process a single payment.
It has been four days. Two to five days is the given time for either or both major companies to process an electronic payment.
I talked to my oldest son who is a computer engineer. A cowboy coder who works for a major company. He told me that once money is sent to the “Q” then the money must stand in line to be processed. One at a time.
Kind of like standing in line at some crazy carnival. Until they are processed. The processor may be a big, massive computer or maybe not so big.
He said banks and mortgage companies usually don’t have the best processors like big tech companies.
I mailed a physical package on the same day I had the money reversed and the physical package got there already.
I got a call from my friend telling me so.
Yet still my money is lost in the interval.
The processing interval of money.
Chaos…
I am worried, my money may get lost in the electronic netherworld, and may never leave the place beneath the earth.
Maybe a dwelling electronic monster has set up a home under the “Q” bridge.
Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant
Hudley Flipside
All About a song one to the next …
Early 1980s
I remember this song playing on every Jukebox in town and on MTV.
It was a song that bubbled up from the 1960s.
I enjoy both renderings of the song.
I was driving when this song came on my car radio today.
It brings those long nights back of beer and pizza joints before shows at local clubs in the 1980s.
UB40 was one of those bands that formed and reached fast fame. A fun band capturing a generation !
Red Red Wine is a Neil Diamond song that lingered but was not as popular as the 1980s version but has since emerged as a classic song !
I like when a song emerges eternally through generations!
The broken heart sings over issues like this one, and eternally it will sing about …
“Red, red wine goes to my head Makes me forget that I still need her so.”
I once thought it was sung as “still need a soul.”
UB40 recorded a cover version in 1983 that went to No. 1 in the UK and was moderately successful in the United States. It was rereleased in 1988 and went to No. 1 on the Billboard Hot
“Red Red Wine” is a song originally written, performed and recorded by American singer Neil Diamond in 1967 that appears on his second studio album, Just for You. The lyrics are written from the perspective of a person who finds that drinking red wine is the only way to forget his woes.
I was born with foresight. It was a natural part of my DNA, and it cursed me because no one from my family explained it to me. I found the answers through books, TV and others with this value of seeing life.
A curse because there are things in our lives that hold certain degrees of pain that cling to us. For me it was foresight. Knowing things before they happened. An intuitive knowing that plagued me without being able to put words to what it was.
Then in time I learned to hold on to my foresight. Waiting for found explanation to my confusion. Other friends and family looked at me cross-eyed with wonder or doubt.
Now that I am 65 years old, I see it as a gift of foresight, for that is what it is now, it reveals to me that I was OK.
I can use my active imagination to go back and be the person that listens and tries to understand. Because the youthful me needs to be heard.
It has come around to be a blessing that I will confirm as good. Now is a time to reap what I have sown. Building on this magical nature that many of us share.
It is my Cornish character, maybe. I hope to encourage others here to listen to their foresight. It is so human and feminine. An honorable part of who we are.
To bend back and embrace all the past, present and future.
The good bridge of balance.
William Blake is a friend who helped me along the way to believe…
The Bumblebee Performs Live on Purple Anarchy Flowers.
Yippee-ki-yay!
How do I balance out the conflicts in life? China and the USA Military now near Alaska confronting each other, our own x- USA president indicted repeatedly. Then there is an answer…
Nature is consistent like the Bumblebee who visits the same time every year. I hold in my dislike of big punk festivals galore and settle into the world around me.
Up front and personal. A pint of beer at the local pub and a delicious bowl of Grits.
Creativity and my spirituality. What is the difference between discernment, insight, instinct and fantasy or the big one active imagination. I use all of these, but the best is active imagination.
“An active imagination when a person engages with the ideas in their imagination, using it as a mental strategy to communicate with the subconscious mind. In Jungian psychology, it is a method for bridging the conscious and unconscious minds.
Instead of being linked to the Jungian process, the word “active imagination” in modern psychology is most frequently used to describe a propensity to have a very creative and present imagination. By examining the most evident manifestations of the unconscious mind—dreams—a person can learn how to execute this method on themselves.
It is thought to be a crucial aid in the process of individuation. It employs creative imagination as an organ for “perceiving outside your mental boxes.” ~ Analytical psychology
And for me nature always knows when I am doing it… lovely.
The song I created for this is personal but it is from my fantasy and our fantasy is a must if we wonder how the world could be destroyed over computer chips.
We endure the minds of weapons and war!
A catchy tune.
Taiwan produces over 60% of the world’s semiconductors and over 90% of the most advanced ones.
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