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December 17, 2007
Rockmiddling
Picture This:
A self-admitted sufferer of seasonal affective disorder, Stantis is in a foul winter mood: Christmas consumerism has run amok; he can't find a Wii for his 'lil Buckets; Larry Latex has replaced Baby Jesus in the world's Manger; he's been flipping and flopping like a floundering fool for months unable to get any footing in 'Prickly City'; his GOP presidential choices make him white-male-angry; he's about to go George Bailey before the holidays.
Booze doesn't cut it anymore. And the drawing markers are worn down to little nibs; no matter how hard he huffs he feels nothing.
He closes his tear-filled eyes and tries to go back to a simpler time in life when he was happy. His reverie takes him back to the Reagan White House. Suddenly he's alive with the sights and sounds of sweet sweet nostalgia.
He bolts up from the drawing board. He runs down to the basement and pulls a dusty box off a storage shelf. Inside is his collection of Cassingles. He pulls out the Kennedy William Gordy (AKA Rockwell) smash hit, "Somebody's Watching Me," and puts it in his walkman.
Back upstairs, sufficiently inspired, he writes a halfway decent strip.
Two weeks elapse. No one cares. The cycle starts again.
