Month: May 2010


I found these under curiosities on Ok, I’v been found out. That’s the kind of shit I’m into. This particular collection of weird stuff is made up of different artist renditions of random cartoons, video games and pop culture icons. But mostly cartoons. I snagged some of my favorites for you, but check out the site yourself, you might find your favorite childhood cartoon looking a little off. 

This is Zoidberg and Bender from Futurama. For me this show is right up their with 3rd Rock from the Sun. There’s just something I get about using aliens, robots and mutants to point out the ridiculousness of humanity. The artist is Dylan Marvin and if you check out his blog, its full of this kind of stuff. 
Heeellooooooo Nurse. Watching the Animaniacs over a bowl of cereal everyday after school, I think, may have played a role in shaping my comedic stylings. Or it just made me more inclined toward being a pest. Here are Yakko, Wakko, and Dot as real life cartoon children. 
This reminds me of a tatoo I saw once. 

Now if you’ve been paying attention, you’ve noticed that I’m kind of a dreamer. I’ve always loved to make shit up in my head and flyaway with it (which by the way I wouldn’t recommend for relationships). When I was a kid I got my exposure to fantasy from a healthy blend of TV, books, comics, maybe a little prozac, I don’t know, the boredom of growing up in the boondocks, and of coarse Super Mario Bros. This piece by Winonan Nelson makes me shutter a little. Oh the worlds we could encounter at the other end of a pipe.


I’ve never had any interest in Alaska. Not to take a cruise. Not to see Levi Johnston. Not to save Christmas. But I do now. Cause I have a little shining star up there and her name is Sandra. She’s on my mind A. because I miss her of course and B. (and this is the one that would make more sense to her) because of something she said about me (to me).

See for a few days now I’ve typed and deleted probably a couple dozen sentences. The way in which they might in a movie montage, clacking away at an old school typewriter, shaking my head, then ripping away a piece of paper with only two sentences on it and wadding it up. Except for that I have an amazing iMac, not a typewriter. So, what have I been trying to write? Something I’ve actually been pretty excited about. Blogaldo made  Phoenix New Times, in an article called Blogaldo: blogs that make us happy, by a certain miss Niki D’Andrea. And I’ve been trying to blog about it since, but every time I write a couple of lines, I find myself rolling my eyes, or gagging myself, or tearing the flesh off my forearm with my own teeth. Nothing I’ve written has felt right.

But as soon as I stumbled upon the article I sure as hell posted it on my facebook. I wish blogging came as easily to me as updating my status. And by the way people totally threw their comment panties all over me and I reveled in the glory for my 15 minutes. It was great. But the best comment I got, the one that cracked me up the most, went like this:  “Sandra Ponce aww bubu dont get big headed tho.” How could I function in this world without one of the Ponce girls to bring me down a few notches? Just the other day for example, Michelle let me know I’d put on a few, and I haven’t eaten a bite since. That’s the kind of mutually deprecating love I thrive on. 

The point is, Sandrita reminded me to keep going forward. Big heads tend to float away you know, especially those with starving bodies dangling from them. In this big head, there’s nothing but ideas, and fantasies, and quarries, and musings, and bitching, and moping and all the shit that should be typed up and posted and then moved on from. So thanks mija for keeping me going, all the way from Narnia or wherever the hell it is you say you live. 

Ponce Madness
Tsela Love