When I think of musings, I think of King of the Hill‘s Peggy Hill, who had a musing column in a the local news paper. I think I liked it because her musings were so ridiculous that – and were [fictionally] published, I thought that if she can do it, I can do it.
That’s right, I am comparing myself to a cartoon character. She ain’t the first, either.
- Peggy Hill
Well, I think we’ve gone over that one.
Ok, so I’m not a big fat red cat, but there’s something so amazingly pleasant about finding joy in little things. I once wrote a song about a belly button, he fell into his belly button. I forgive, often and too much. I get walked all over quite a bit. But at the end of the day, I would totally donate my buttocks to my pal to enhance their pectoral muscles. Hell, what I do need a butt for any way? You know…other than doing the Happy Happy Joy Joy Butt-Slap Dance.
Such little tolerance for stupid people. I don’t smack people around, or make my friend chew on me while I’m dressed in a mouse costume for five bucks, but I definitely feel like it from time to time. And you know sometimes, I feel like a little dog trying to play at being a big dog. Just a mosquito of a being, trying to be that big, successful pup.
- Ms Chokesondick
From South Park, their fourth grade teacher with the lazy eye and the boobs that drag on the ground, and kittens follower her. That will someday probably be me. I like kittens, and I don’t trust bra’s to fully hold out. At some point, they’ve got to give, and the kittens will hear their calling.
You know, from that 90’s show, entitled Doug. I was minus the Pork Chop companion, but I was always journaling. In fact, it was his journaling that kept me watching the show. Some of his moments were just a little too painfully embarrassing for me to watch at the age of – what, 7 (because I totally knew what embarrassment was at that time) – but I loved that he journaled all the time, and it certainly got me on a similar path.
- Shirley McLoon
From Tiny Toon Adventures, she was the female counterpart to Plucky (the kid version of Daffy, essentially). She was always levitating, and spouting New Age stuff. When I was in middle school – that was me, you know, minus the levitation. I was delving into the Occult for the first time, and I had a lot to say about what I was learning. To this day, I’m spouting metaphysical teachings. I still have yet to get the floating down. But hey, if a valley girl duck can do it – I can do it! “Ommmmm andsomejunk……Ommmmmmm andsomejunk…..”
- Heffer Wolfe
The massive cow that ate everything in Rocko’s Modern Life. Especially when I see popcorn. I have no control when that happens. This chick is a popcorn junkie. He and I share other similar traits, which could certainly mean that I am a cow adopted by wolves, meant to have been eaten when I was young but was just too cute. He and I have both worked as wait-staff, baristas, and picked up other odd jobs along the way. Oh yeah, and we both look great in cover-alls.
Well, let’s not get into that one, shall we 😉
- Felix The Cat
I have to be on a pretty good day to be comparable to this guy, but it’s true and it happens. I always have my bag of tricks, and trick is the bag indeed! Oh yeah, and when I’m on a roll, I can be completely awesome. But, just as the event in which I see the character, it’s a pretty rare occurrence.
So many reasons why I’m like this cat – first off – to Hell with Mondays. Second, orange is the best color, truly. I enjoy eating plants, I like to pick on small animals (I don’t have a dumb dog to pick on, but I definitely push my cat over), I got no respect for the man. And you know. Lasagna.
I think this only goes to show that I should have more outlines than I actually do. Who drew me, any way?