my short career as a cartoonist...

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once in a lifetime...

I was just wandering around YouTube and found this old Talking Heads song. Has there ever been anyone like them? Pink Floyd could have written Shine On You Crazy Diamond for them.

You may ask yourself, what is that beautiful house?
You may ask yourself, where does that highway lead to?
You may ask yourself, am I right, am I wrong?
You may say to yourself, my god, what have I done?

It brought back memories for me of being in Darwin visiting my brother Gary in about 1986. He was in the air force and it was Friday night at the RAAF boozer. There was music. There was tequila. There was dancing. 

There was my brother doing an amazing impersonation of David Byrne's mad dance in this film clip as Once in a Lifetime played. 

It's the kind of song that means more the older you get. Looking back at the memory of my brother and I, beautiful people in our early twenties, dancing without restraint, with no idea that one day we would indeed, as does everybody, say to ourselves with horror My God! What have I done?, it all feels sharply poignant to me.

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the original flash mob - Germany 1935...

Cabaret is one of my Top 5 films and this scene is one of the most powerful from it. It's about the terrifying way that the Nazi Party used Germany's youth to advance their cause.

Very creepy!

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the download Santa...

My daughter is so funny. I wanted her copy of Game of Thrones to watch. This text conversation ensued:

Why are films like wild animals?

John Lasseter of Pixar:


"We don't actually finish our films, we release them."

why is everyone always hatin' on the clowns?

First they came for the clowns... But I didn't say anything, because I wasn't a clown.

Look, I feel sorry for the lady in the clip below. I really do! 


But I actually feel sorrier for the clown; look at the poor guy trying to be funny while the woman with the clown phobia screams and cries and basically behaves like he has come to kill and then dismember her. If not the other way around. 


Poor old clowns. They are being persecuted everywhere we look. And it's not a new phenomenon.

Stephen King took us to new heights of clown bigotry in It. Michael Richards from Seinfeld fanned the flames of clown hatred for years, but did anybody care?  John Wayne Gacy was a serial killer first and a clown second, you know.

As Shakespeare said so movingly about the deep down humanity of us all: "If you prick us, do we not bleed tomato sauce? If you tickle us, do we not laugh - then jump in a tiny car and try to run you over? If you poison us, do we not die - for half an hour, gagging and clutching our chests and pretending to hang ourselves with our own ties?"

Next time you are tempted to revile a clown, remember what the Bible has to say about it. 

Clownliness is next to godliness.

my latest act of creative genius

It's possible I have too much time on my hands...