This is awful

It is as if the movie of my life has been put into the hands of a really incompetent director.

"Love Madeline"

I think I've settled on the name "Madeline" as the mouse romantic interest for Stanley the Snake. Mostly because of this old pocket watch that says "Love Madeline" inside it.

Actually having a snake who won't eat his mice is probably bad for my psyche. I don't know how much longer I can stand being around these mice without crying. Or screaming.

I wish life were a Fleischer cartoon

I wish life were more like a Fleischer cartoon. Even if rotoscoped things wouldn't move quite as you'd expect, days would degenerate as they went along from having a sense of structure to having whatever the fuck...but the randomness of this does by no means suggest senselessness as the world would be filled with clever visual gags. There's sex and violence but everything works out in the end: Koko saves Betty from the ringmaster and Popeye saves Olive Oil from being hit by the train (granted he does kill the train which had a consciousness of its own). Characters who shouldn't have perfect chemistry have perfect chemistry and so a clown, a dog thing, and Mae Questel without a neck are always seen together. Designs of people are so varied a lumpy mess like Popeye, a twig like Olive, and a great mass like Bluto fit in the same universe.

Maybe I'll write more about this at a later date.

Puppies breathe fire, eyeless transcendentalists, ducks and not-ducks, etc.

I've had this account since 2006 it looks like but all I've ever used it for is posting about comics for my high school's quarterly magazine and storyboards and sketches I did for Teen Titans fanfiction. I've deleted all of those posts because they're kind of embarrassing, kind of like how I wish I could delete Urban Dictionary definitions I made even earlier than those posts about having a crush (or a "dracula"). I can't though because I can't remember my password. So at this moment (time will tell if I maintain it) I intend to use this blog to show some examples of and explain the thought processes behind current projects so the ideas aren't lost like the projects themselves likely will be. And potentially should be, as these very old sketches at the bottom suggest. I'm not a particularly talented artist, but I think some people think I am because they like some ideas.

The name of this blog--"Puppies Breathe Fire"--derives from a puppy character I created my freshman year of high school who breathes fire. A few days ago while making a film for class, Anthony Insetta (who was playing the role of myself in the dream sequence) said how much he hated me in high school because I allegedly yelled at him once because I became defensive over a drawing I had done in charcol and pastel of this puppy. I apparently yelled something to the effect of "Puppies breathe fire!" I explained that I was going through a fire-breathing puppy phase. And now I realise I go through a lot of such phases. In elementary school through middle school I went through this major elf phase, or more specifically what peculiarities might banish Christmas elves from Santa's workshop. In high school the ideas became a little stranger: the fire-breathing puppy who burns everything around it but doesn't mean to, flowers and all other plants are sad because they're rooted into the ground and can't move, if you tore your eyes out you could see whatever your mind made up, ducks oppress not-ducks, etc. It's kind of interesting to think back on each idea and figure out what was happening in my life at that time as the concept or story developed. Since my senior year of high school and right through my freshman year at UArts I've thought a lot about this idea of snakes and mice and an accordion player who ties the whole thing together, which is I guess the phase I'm currently in. But the ideas of these things linger and inform other ideas as they develop, so that's I guess why I'd kind of like to maintain this blog.

And in this way, I become a cliche.