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Morty Comix # 2550 * Another Update

Last April I posted an update on the beautiful job our comix comrade John Eades of Florida performed when he converted Morty Comix # 2550 to oil paint. But apparently he wasn't finished. Take a look at this, a mixed media of oil and acrylics if I'm reading John's emails correctly.

I'm stunned and impressed. Thank you, John.

Morty Comix # 2550 *UPDATE!*

As you might recall, Morty Comix # 2550 was sent to Florida under mysterious circumstances. As it turned out, Mr. John Eades produced some beautiful oil painting versions of my scribbles! I am really impressed.

John also had a tale to tell and photos to send regarding this project. He graciously allowed me to post his work here. I recently cracked a rib so John's story made me wince as I laughed, but that's OK:

"I hit a bit of a snag with the paintings. After three days they were still wet. The medium says it is quick dry, but after sitting around for ten years I suspect the quick drying additive has dried up. Ran out to the art supply store, and they had nothing I wanted, so I ordered some new material online. I put the paintings out in the harsh raking sun to speed up the drying process. My bare feet were getting toasted on the patio, so the temp. is right to help dry these things."

"While I was out there with the camera, a bird came by and sat right on the edge of the plywood with his poop-shoot hovering right over the paintings-- an art critic bird? The bird was just out looking to purloin some cat cookies from our cat's breakfast. Funny how ambivalent they seem when the birds swoop in. It has been a while since I found a little pile of feathers and carcass remnants in the yard, however the ninja cats are fond of massacring the little anoles."

 

... "I wish I had been more thoughtful and caught the bird right there, poised buttward towards the pictures, but I freaked and shooed him off before he could make his mark. My car gets pummeled by Ibis bird poop once a week as the flock descends in my driveway for their weekly crapfest." 

Morty Comix # 2550

Morty Comix # 2550 is going to Florida. A Morty the Blog reader sent me a SASE with the above note.

The thought crosses my mind that those of you who were raised in the email era might not know the acronym-- SASE means Self-Addressed Stamped Envelope and was a regular part of our pre-Internet vocabulary in the Newave Comix era.

Anyway, I'll the keep the identity of this individual anonymous for the time being, since I know this person to be a fellow lover of mischief and I don't want to spoil whatever surprise he has in mind.

The envelope now waits by the door for my next trip to the Post Office.

Morty Comix # 2515

 The fate of Morty Comix # 2515 is rather involved, so settle in and read this tale of wonder.

 I set a thin plank above the living room floor

 On this plank I precariously set puzzle pieces for all 50 states

 Then I took out some potent catnip in order to gain assistance from my little friends

 The catnip was sprinkled along the plank

 All set to go

And within minutes Charlie was on the job. I wanted to choose among the very last states left on the plank. Washington was one of the very first ones he sent to the floor.

Seeing that he had started the process, he decided to take a break.

Since it almost time to hit the hay anyway, I made a choice to just leave it for the night. By the next morning I noticed more pieces had been knocked to the floor in the course of the evening.

That morning Dreamer and Buster decided to check out this scene and add to the carnage. Dreamer's tail really did a number on many of the states remaining on the plank.

In fact, one end of the plank was knocked to the floor and the other barely held up by a tiny bit of the corner.

 Buster inspects Dreamer's handiwork.

It was at this point I left for the day.

 When I returned home from work, here's what the plank looked like.

 

Three states were left touching the top of the plank: Florida, Oregon, and Alaska

  

Oh, wait, I found Arizona under Alaska. Make that four states!

As it turned out after examining the earlier photos, I was in error. 

Arizona was merely where part of Alaska landed on the floor.

Then it was time to haul out the old Washington State House of Representatives Cafeteria tray and some wooden pegs.

The tray was placed on the kitchen floor and the four states were balanced on top of the pegs. I was going to let a cat narrow down the contenders, but this time I would pick the states that were knocked to the floor.

Charlie obliged within a minute, by knocking Florida to the floor.

He was enjoying batting around The Sunshine State so much on the linoleum I was afraid he was going to  knock the puzzle piece under my dead dishwasher, so I had to rescue it.

 So for good measure, he reacted by returning to the tray and punching down Arizona.

 Tired out by this activity, he returned to his duties as the sentinel of the kitchen window.

Meanwhile, Hettie, who is the smartest creature under this roof, observed all this foolishness with a bit a haughty disdain.

So it came to Arizona and Florida. I decided to enlist the help of my cartoonist comrade who also dates back to the Newave Comix days, Richard Krauss. As an Oregon resident, he knows we Pacific Northwesterners have to do something to keep occupied in these dark and rainy winter days.

Actually, all I did was ask him to choose either Arizona or Florida and explain why, but he went all out in the spirit of this random art distribution, which demonstrates how contagious it can be. When he was done I had a name and address. Here is Richard's response:

Of course, I'm honored to play "Where is the Morty Comix going to be sent?" The rules of this particular edition are somewhere in Arizona or Florida.

First thought was to flip through Delaine Derry Green's Not My Small Diary #17 to select a city. Her contributors span the country and she lists their addresses at the bottom of each page. There would likely be cities in the two states to narrow the selection. 

Another thought was to take a character name from my novelette in progress, Walt Hutchison, and see if the interwebs point to anyone. Bezango! There's a real estate agent in Fort Myers. And Linked-In lists a full 19 candidates. The Route Salesman at Bimbo Bakeries sounded like a winner, but unfortunately his location in the greater New York area was an instant disqualifier. I wonder if he'd consider moving?

I discussed the game with my family. Ideas of using Pinterest and six degrees of separation were discussed, without conclusion.

I searched "How to make a random selection" using Duck Duck Go. Too scientific.

Drawn to Florida, I downloaded a spreadsheet of population data from the Office of Economic & Demographic Research, scrambled the counties, closed my eyes, held my breath and blindly placed a cursor on Pasco County, population 464,697 by way of 2010 count. Now, we're getting somewhere.

A new search provided Pasco County, Florida results. The official site, leading the results nearly sucked me in, but no, Morty wouldn't go there. 

Pasco County was created in 1887. It was named after Samuel Pasco, who served in the Confederate Army and the U.S. Senate from 1887 to 1899. Towns include Anclote, Blanton, Dade City, Earnestville, Fort Dade, Macon and San Antonio.

The name Dade City is appealing and it's the county seat to boot. Population 6,449 in 2011.

Scrolling results for Dade City, Florida, the entry listing Bee Removal looked interesting. Turns out the resident beekeeper there is the lucky candidate. He is not actually located in Dade City, but he serves the area's bee removal needs and his company is located in Pasco County, in Lakeland.

 

Thanks Richard! Now, off to Florida!

State of Beings #10: Florida

A sordid truth unleashed upon an unsuspecting world as a supplement to City Limits Gazette # Mongo gasoline (May 1992).

And I still don't believe there is such a place as Florida.