I have been in a way crappy mood for quite a while, and I have not felt much like writing. But it has occurred to me that I am in charge of my crappy mood. I feel almost like hitting myself over the head with my princess wand and incanting, "out, crappy mood, out."
I read last year where the Peanuts Cartoon, perhaps the most well-known comic strip in the US, is going to publish all of the strips associated with it – Charles Schultz penned fifty years worth of comics, so they intend on releasing one book per year (with 2 years worth of work) for the next 25 years. I am not really a collector, but if I were, I am not sure I would collect a book that would take a generation to finish my collection. I mean, remember when the state quarters started being minted an collected? Ten years to finish the project. But I am not a collector – and maybe long time horizons are okay for collectors.
Long story short – I was thinking of Peanuts and Charles Shultz this morning, and I am almost embarrassed to admit this, but you know, I never thought Peanuts was that funny. The Peanuts Christmas special, especially Linus' "Meaning of Christmas" soliloquy was wonderful. But the strip? Not really great in my opinion. I would consider it a bit over-rated.
Sort of like Garfield when I was growing up. I am not a cat person, so maybe that is working here, but I never found Garfield that funny. Bill the Cat: funny. Garfield: annoying.
You know, in different parts of entertainment and the arts, there are some artists who stand out. In comics, I think Charles Schultz (Peanuts) and Jim Davis (Garfield) are two of the most popular doodle artists ever. The only other I can name right now is Scott Adams. And Gary Trudeau. Well, I guess I do know a few.
For "real art", I could never get Picasso. I have seen some Picasso that is very beautiful, but the classic Picasso does not fit my taste.
I know I should like Picasso, Peanuts and all, but I just don't. And it is not if I was in a pissy mood when I made these decisions.