Hi everyone. This is a new – I hesitate to say regular – feature. It will give me the opportunity to post updates about things that happened to me or to other people away from the cartoon updates. It can also serve as a platform for me to share an opinion about something that happened in the world, if such an opportunity arises. I’m doing this on weekends, separately from the normal cartoon updates, on purpose so that people who are more interested in the laughter can skip these personal posts and those who are maybe more interested in text posts – I don’t know if there are any of you – can read these at their leisure. So welcome to…
This time I’m just going to have a long string of updates, as the blog has been a bit abandoned of late and I thought I’d share some pictures of what happened. They’re all of books, don’t get too excited. Every one of these updates won’t be as personal as this, but let’s start off on a human note. (more…)
Today it is exactly 15 years since I went to school for the very first time. I can always place this date very exactly because I started school on my grandmother’s 80th birthday. She would have been 95 today, but she is dead just over four years now. So this date, the 13th of January, isn’t really important to me because I went to school, or because of my grandmother’s birthday, for I didn’t actually have much contact or a connection with her. It is important to me because it marks the anniversary of me finding out I was different.
It’s been fifteen years that I’ve known I’m weird. When you’re six years old it is a terrible revelation knowing that you will never be normal. You will never fit in. You know, when you’re little you are not aware that other people’s lives are different from yours. It was only when I went to school for the first time that I found out that other people’s parents weren’t “old”. When I got to school for the first time I found out it was not normal to have parents who were already middle-aged and grey when you are only six years and two months. I wasn’t aware how weird it was to grow up without any influence from pop-culture, to hardly watch any TV at all and to not listen to modern music. But most of all, I didn’t know how big of an issue all of this would be to the other kids. (more…)