In my previous entry I referred to the “nice place to visit” expression.
There’s a variant on that expression that I often use: My brain isn’t even a nice place to visit, and I have to live there.
Among the many, many reasons I say this is that whenever I close my eyes I usually see very strange things.
I don’t think this is terribly uncommon, and it may be that the things I see aren’t all that unique in their weirdness, but hey, this is my blog.
Anyway, in pissing away my day, I decided to try to capture a couple of the more recent visions that have appeared before my mind’s eye and share the results with you.
Make of them what you will.
I have no idea what this is. Some kind of…gunk, I guess, with little pieces of candy stuck in it. Your guess is as good as mine.
This one is very obviously influenced by the work of Kirby (and to some extent, Cooke), though what it is, exactly, is beyond me.
(Oh, and that’s only “obviously” if you know who Kirby and Cooke are.)
So what do they mean? No idea.
If you were to suggest that they mean that I have some sort of mental problems, I would respond, like Otto on The Simpsons when Lisa tells him that he’s only joining the Navy because he’s been brainwashed by subliminal messages, with, “Yeah, probably.”