Geek Chat: Is Robin A Help Or A Hindrance?

Your Robin feelings say a lot about your worldview.

Riddle me this: Is Robin a giant, frigging liability? Or is he a cutie patootie that contributes to your enjoyment of Batman?

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As an introvert and kind of a jerk, my battle is often: “Do I want to be lonely? Should I let people in — at the expense that they may annoy me or depend on me more than I’d like?” 

Having other people around means a lot of things: 
– You have to help friends move.
– You have friends to help you move.
– You have to pet-sit.
– You have someone to bring you a cookie when you’re in a bad mood.
– You get baby-barf on your shirts.
– You wind up listening to other people’s uninteresting problems about their dead parents.
– Other people listen to your uninteresting problems about your dead parents.
The Joker might kidnap your friends, and you have to save them.
– Two-Face might try to drown you in sand, and they have to save you.
Friends are free, unlike butlers, whom you must pay.

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I honestly oscillate between loving and hating Robin.

Usually I want to push Robin off a cliff for being useless.

I’ve taken this as a sign that I should stick to a job that provides a lot of alone time.

Three Unattractive/Scary Drawings

Each of these drawings has elicited a raised eyebrow and/or recoil from at least one person.

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SELFIE ALERT. I’m not very muscular, okay? My wimpy T-Rex arms and I have to take life one day at a time.

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Clowns are not a popular subject ’round these parts. Or any parts.

Sketch-Bender

My husband the Futurama fan is alarmed by this Bender with a diseased human trapped inside.

“That’s so wrong,” he said. “Don’t ever show it to me again.” 

Ever wondered why I’m so in demand? Here you have it.

If you’re interested in more attractive pages, I posted some a few days ago.

How To Forget Your Core Personality Traits And Alienate Yourself From The Party

Do you ever straight-up forget about fundamental parts of yourself?

Because I do. All the time. Stuff like “I like to draw.”

Which is pretty basic and has been the case since I was a little kid.

I briefly considered giving up in middle school because my art teacher was always on my business about my “loose” style. She also demanded more “tonal values.” My inability to understand shadows was a hindrance, I now realize, but she was really a spirit killer.

Every once in a while, I lapse into not-drawing, and watch my brain fizzle out.

When I’m coloring in a big-haired doodle, I remember how good things can be. Like so:

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This is an illustration of an introvert realizing she’s absolutely not at the party. It’s everywhere but near her. She is awash in FOMO. Sounds like my life.

Sketch-Buddha

Buddha says, “eat your vegetables.” This child (a youth version of my husband?) is having none of it.

Sketch-UncleMartin

This guy kinda looks like Grandpa from the Munsters. That wasn’t intentional. It’s possible that I’m always channeling the Munsters. (Or their more sleek, uptown neighbors, the Addams Family.)

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(Thanks, Internet, for providing me with this image.) 

Once a Goth, always a Goth. Once an illustrator, always an illustrator.

If you have any core personality traits you blank on, feel free to throw ’em in the comments.

Let The Fly Come To You, And All That.

If I’m watching TV or staring at Pinterest, I don’t have to move.

I don’t have to think.

I don’t have to exist.

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Drawing is hard; I have to sort of think about what comes next.

Reading is hard; I have to occasionally look up a word, consider a scene, or flip back to understand a clue.

Crocheting is hard; I have to keep track if my counts.

Painting is hard; I have to locate the paints and clean up afterward.

You might be thinking that the point of this post is “creativity is worth the struggle” — but sometimes, it isn’t. 

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Fallow fields are left alone to regain fertility.

Try being fallow every once in a while. Sometimes doing nada is a nice way to wait for a better day.

Don’t do this all the time; that’s called “giving up.”

While you’re waiting for your groove to return, try doodling. Embellished grocery lists never killed anyone.

Calm A Stormy Sea With An Alluring Ship Figurehead

In keeping with the notion of personal growth (ha!), I’ve been working on illustrations of things I don’t know how to draw. (I tried architecture, and it was a disaster.)

Today’s subject is…

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You know, those painted wood creatures that sit on the front of old ships. Usually they’re boobie ladies:

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Now that the boobs brought in your attention, I’d like to throw some facts up in your business. Then we’ll look at some more drawings.

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1. Sometimes people built ones that were so big that they fucked up their ships’ ability to function normally. Oops.

2. Old-timey Germans, Belgians, & Dutch people thought that Kaboutermannekes (water fairies) lived inside them.

3. Some people believed that the figurehead expressed symbolically that the ship was a living thing. The eyes on the figurehead served the ship itself.

4. Most sailors were illiterate, and used the symbolic identifiers to locate ships.

5. Many mastheads had exposed breasts because “a naked woman was supposed to be able to calm a storm at sea.”

But sometimes the figureheads were tragically boob-less dudes:

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And occasionally they were super-prissy: