your journals

[mousey1]

Yes, cool journal page Bennie.

Argyle?

Share some more.

Oh...

Hands up anyone who thinks Bennie's handsome.

My little mousey paw is up.

[bennie]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v13/b ... CN1286.jpg

here's a page I did today.

I just like to cut things up and then glue them together again

I'm basically a playschool aged child with the body of 25 year old and the mind of a particularly jaded 68 year old.

[mousey1]

Interesting.....very interesting.

Thanks for giving us these peeps into you.

My pages are scribbles and scrawls and torn out pages, very opposite to my usual way which is neat and tidy. That may say something in itself. I'm sure freud would have a comment or two about my psyche, good thing I take no stock in him.

I wonder if it's a good thing that people don't know our innerselves. There are few one can trust with that info, perhaps no one.

[Marksman45]

When I was in high school, I constantly kept a journal/notebook/thing, and I had two friends who did the same. We would regularly exchange notebooks to check out eachother's work, and occasionally collaborate a bit

I don't have most of this stuff, unfortunately

But here's a good example. This is one of my friend Steve's pages:


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v53/f ... 43b2ca.jpg

About a year ago I did a project for an art class that was very journal-like. It was entitled "The BLIMP - the incomplete memoirs of Hank Robinson." Here's a couple pages from it:


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v53/f ... 3027b1.jpg


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v53/f ... cfd495.jpg

[bennie]

i love this last one, marksman45. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v53/f ... cfd495.jpg

I love stuff like this. nolinear. real poetry.

Is your avatar a pic of you? I love your hats, man.

[Marksman45]

I wish it was non-linear. I think that's why most of "The BLIMP" was unsuccessful, I used linear narrative too much
That one goes like this:

Page 6
Doc's Office

The next day, Doc had to examine me before I could assume my duties.

DOC: Okay, Hank, we're going to do a normal physical examination. Then we're going to take a blood sample and give you loads of painful injections.

HANK: But I'm afraid of needles.

DOC: Great! That makes it interesting. But first, a distraction.

The lights went out.

HANK: I'm afraid of the dark!

I felt foolish after saying that. Then I felt THE NEEDLES__!@)$%(****~
Doc turned the lights back on.

DOC: There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Don't you prefer to get it over with all at once like that?

HANK: Personally, I prefer cremation.

DOC: Hah! Good one!

Doc put the blood sample in a machine. The machine gave a readout on punch cards. Doc looked at it and shook his head.

DOC: Come now, Hank, how long have you been on antidepressants?

HANK: What?

DOC: Hah! Just kidding. I love that one. Now, on with the examination.

He started looking in my ear with one of those light things.

DOC: Uh oh.

HANK: What? What is it?

DOC: It's a good thing your here. I just punctured your eardrum.

HANK: Whaaat?

DOC: Hah! Got you again! Man, you just walk right into these.

HANK: What the hell kind of doctor are you?

DOC: Actually, I'm a rocket surgeon.

The Balloon Major tumbled in.

MAJOR: Doc! I need help!

DOC: What's wrong?

MAJOR: I ate all the wrong things today.

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And, yes, the avatar is a picture of me. And thanks about the hats