As a serious Webcomic Wannabe, I dream for opportunities to use my meager artistic abilities on a Guest Comic for somebody you’ve heard of, and, well, if you’ve never heard of Shane Johnson’s My Life in a Cube, YOU SHOULD NOW! Yes, it’s a semi-scary moment from my own cubicle days, re-created in my PhotoSlop style… Shane’s use of recognizable office supplies for the canvas of his office tales makes his work some of the most distinctive on the web, but his obviously improved attitude since quitting the cube job he was documenting did take some of the edge off his humor, so he wisely went looking for volunteers with their own tales, and, well, I got plenty…
While I have cut all formal ties with Google (leaving $8 of AdSense revenue on the table that I couldn’t collect until I’d accumulated $100) and am no longer monitoring their underrating of this site (after years of overrating me at WendellWit.com), I will continue to occasionally report on other googlable Wendells (albeit using Yahoo! Search…), like this character from the Adult Swim toon “Frisky Dingo”, Wendell Stamps.
I could go into a long rant about how “Dingo” is not one of the better examples of its Adventure-Toon-Satire genre (a conclusion I reached before I first saw its Wendell), but I’ll save it for later.
What kind of shook me was how this fat, dumpy character actually resembled me at a younger age (I still own both shirts and jackets exactly like he is wearing), and by lightening his hair, adjusting the shape of his nose and turning his frown into a slight smile…
(all changes made using a sub-photoshop-quality image editor)
I did previously notice something similar with the webcomic critic David Willis created for his own “Shortpacked” toon…
I always knew I had the capability of becoming an archetype (but not an architect; that’s my cousin Mike); I was hoping it wouldn’t be for cartoons.
As part of my ongoing futile attempts to organize myself, I tripped over a funny graphic I had created sometime ago.
Oddly, I also recently discovered this news story suggesting that for some people, that asterisk does not apply.
Boat people are weird. I know that from personal experience. During the most affluent years of his life, my father put much of the family’s disposable income into a “hole in the water” (a 36-foot sailboat). As a teenager, I learned a lot about sailing into the wind, surviving on the open sea and hanging out at the marina. And I did that same pose Simon LeBon did in the Duran Duran video “Rio” on the prow of the sailboat twelve years before he did. But I did not look nearly as good doing it. But I digress.
UPDATE: Just made my first mistake I can blame on the new Admin format of WP 2.7. I mistook the “Password to protect this post” input box for the “Tags” box.
Went to sleep before Midnight Daylight Time and awoke after Noon Standard Time and I feel like I can go right back to sleep until Wednesday (a luxury that’s only for those of us who VOTED EARLY), but I have practical financial issues to deal with on Monday (rent, duh, and a particular ‘repair your credit’ credit card that is a perpetual inconvenience and one more reason to have zero sympathy for failing banks).
Bedtime was after a slight delay while I freaked out over similarities between my sleeping arrangements and Opus’ – yes, a stuffed animal is involved, but it’s not a bunny… or a penguin, although I do kind of own a stuffed Opus which is in a box in a storage space that has never been sorted through by me and my Crazy Ex and I don’t even want to think about what that custody fight will be like. Okay, now I’ll never get back to sleep. Please tell Opus to stop staring at me. Or at least to blink.
I was considering titling this “Not Me” but I was afraid of Family Circus references so…
I just wanted to point out that I am NOT a Bennett’s Red Necked Wallaby from Kemptville, Ontario, Canada, so if we do happen to meet, PLEASE do not ‘return’ me to Saunders Country Critters and Garden Centre. Besides, I don’t quite trust those Canadians since the Ottawa Citizen is not 100% sure of the spelling of the name (a couple references to Wendall). Now, I’m not badmouthing all Canadians, just those in the Ottawa/Athens/Kemptville area.
And, yes, I was sneaking a peek back at a certain web community I had recently vehemently resigned from when I saw my name taken in vain there. Nothing to see here, move along, these are not the droids yadda yadda yadda.
As long as I have returned to the topic, I am also not the Wendell who is the designer behind the “Wendell Whites” bed and bath collection from Bombay Dyeing. Wendell Roderick is known in India as “the Guru of Minimalism” (and I’d say good for him to rank as a Guru of Anything in India), but as I look over the growing and actively mutating clutter here in the WendelLair, Minimalism is something I am still struggling with. But I do understand the possibility for some confusion involving the Wendell Whites since I am actually much more white than Wendell Roderick.
Also let me assure you emphatically, I have never had anything to do with anyone or anything Dyeing in Bombay. In fact, the line in the song “Down Under” by Men at Work clearly refers to “Lying in a den in bombay.”
And as long as I’m egoblogging, I’m up to #19 among Wendells in Yahoo! but on Google, my main blog page has disappeared and the post where I complained about it all is #827. That’ll teach me.
Please please please vote for me… in the Wired “Found” Photoshop Contest.
The subject: Imagine the future of the McDonald’s Happy Meal.
McDonalds meets Apple for the iHappy Meal
I’m currently in 8th or 9th place (depending on if you go by “hot” or “top-rated”), behind some entries that didn’t even include a photoslopped picture. I don’t ask for much… relatively. Vote for Wendell. For Hope you can hope for, change that won’t stain, a bigger bucket to bail-out with and much more Photoslop.
After fighting irregular sleep patterns for months, my biological clock has settled into a schedule of 10 hours of sleep per night (as opposed to 7 hours being enough for me most of my adult life), from 2AM to Noon, Pacific Daylight Time, or “Good Morning from New Zealand”. So any attempts to contact me in the morning will be acts of futility (unless you’re in New Zealand).
Part of the ten-hour ritual appears to be a series of especially vivid dreams, oddly entertaining but usually less than adequate to be made into marketable fiction. Also, unlike most people, I am able to remember much of it, but often in ways that make it all even less coherent. Still, I intend to take this collection of Anti-Sequiturs (my own term for something that goes beyond non-sequitur) and blog them. You have been warned.
Last night (or this morning)…
If you will just click on the big self-aggrandizing logo below…
…you will be directed to the new Home of The Web’s Own Wendell.
I’ll give the 43 of you who subscribed to my RSS feed a few days to relocate your feeding habits, after which, everybody gets automatically redirected. Let me know what you think of the new place OVER THERE.
Just a teaser to tell you that, unless things go terribly wrong in the next few hours (and they have before, I know what it’s like), a little after Midnight, Pacific Daylight Time (that’s 8:00 AM GMT), I will be unveiling “The New Me”, showing off the first element of my Web Presence I Can Finally Feel Really Proud Of. Don’t get overexcited; it will somewhat resemble my current Web Presence I’m Not All That Proud Of, but with some interesting enhancements, and, as I cannot make too clear, it’ll be the first element of a multiple-site complex of (I hope you think it’s) cool stuff. There will be another domain name change, so bookmarks and RSS doohickeys will need to be adjusted accordingly, but this time, I think it’ll be a keeper. I hope you think so too. End of teaser.
Another month, another missed goal. I did experience a surprise increase in RSS subscribers while you’ve all been waiting for the news that didn’t come (YET), and I realize that I should’ve used that strategy for the entire month of the Blogging Idol competition, because if it’s one thing EVERYBODY on the web (especially myself) is… it’s gullible. Well, I’ll try not to betray your trust, suckers, but the rest of this week is dedicated to serious dealings with Medical Professionals, leading up to a 50/50 chance I’ll be spending some time in the finest hospital in the county. Right now I’m actually less worried about what they may find is causing my current crappy condition than the possibility that they won’t find any answers. Because I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.
And if you want brief updates when I am capable of doing them, I do Twitter on occasion here.