Simple cartoons are much like one sentence stories. They're almost fractal - in that they express more than what can be seen in one glance. They're almost like a computer program in that same way.
My favorite one sentence story is of course is the dinosaur one - it makes you ask so many questions. How did the dinosaur get there? How did YOU get near a dinosaur? What were you doing, sleeping?
Novels are usually ruined when everything is packaged up at the end and the characters aren't allowed to live their own lives. I never liked that. I'm better off having the characters hate me, the reader and go about whatever it was they were doing, alone. In privacy.
Dinosaurs are somewhat important to me - historicaly. I can't say I've thought about them all too much recently, but they're a part of a coincidence I had, dealing with why I moved to Colorado. I can't find the paper online right now - I must have not posted it? So unlike me. Here are the relevent bits:
I had a geology class. We went to Red Rocks, in Morrison Colorado to to talk about rocks. We had a good view of the Dakota Hogback, one specifically called, "Dinosaur Ridge" - and guess what they found there. Yup, dinosaur fossils.
The crazy thing was, I used to, as a dino-maniac little rug rat, go to the Peabody Museum in New Haven, CT during birthdays and look at the fossils they dug up.
I had asked myself, earlier in the day, before going up to Red Rocks, why I had moved to Colorado and if it was a good idea. The coincidence with seeing where famous fossils were dug up - and that I've seen these very fossils, almost 20 years before was enough to make me feel that I had made the right decision, even if I didn't have the, "why". Do people look for such coincidences? I don't really have a religion anymore, but I use the random pairing of unrelated events together as my own attempt at establishing order in my life.
You know? Some people have all-power entities that rule their life, I fit puzzle pieces of my life together by mashing them until they fit.
So, anyways. Dinosaurs. Dinosaurs on jeans. It's. It's: a brontosaurus. Brontosauruses don't actually exist - it was a cobbling of different fossils from different animals.
So the bronosaurus on my jeans? It's not really there either. Is it?
