So why did it cross the road, really?

My life has always been touched with a hint of the absurd. As a child I found great pleasure in lying on my back, legs and arms pointing stiff into the air - explaining to anyone who cared to stop and wonder that I was a dead horse, of course.

Give me an inch and I'll run with a scenario - seeing it unfold in technicolor in my imagination, full text and sound effects added in little bubbles in the perimeters. More often than not I start explaining these scenes - hands waving, eyes sparkling in a feverish insanity of creation only to come down to earth to a view of glazed blinking and nervous giggles. The few who follow me through these manic journeys tend to become my bosom buddies - cartoony insanity is a rare, yet lovely, commodity.

In any case, I do find it amusing to read a really badly written book detailing, amongst other things, the vampiric pregnancy and subsequent bloody delivery via Daddy-Vampire biting through the womb of Mommy to release magical Baby-Vampire (OMGspoiler! They live happily ever after!!!1 lolz! ! !). It's not so much the irony of reading it when I did that draws me in, but the lure of the absurd. The ability to look at myself from the outside and snort. Ha!

So yeah. Nothing much of importance to say here. Just wanted to explain why I drew a strange drunken chicken who showed up in the midst of purple puppy-saur land on a sunny afternoon, wondering cluckingly to itself about the time space continuum.

*nods*

I'm glad you understand now.