Pickleope was a good blog, often times, great (don't worry, this entire post will be masturbatory). It aspired to be more than it was, a simple text-based-with-occasional-flecks-of-amateurish-drawrings humor blog. It aspired to be thoughtful while indulging and aggrandizing absurdity. It began as a series of pickle-and-penis jokes and grew--neigh--evolved into a series of penis-and-fart jokes.
For the past four years this blog has explored the sadomasochism of sit-ups, made amends to those I may have wronged, created a fable to explain the financial crisis, let a child give us a very different view of history, gave away several million dollar ideas, provided travel guides to exotic lands, played with scammers, helped children through the loss of a pet, created an environmental group, created Anthropological Bingo, explained the obesity epidemic, tried to convince new fathers to breast feed, raised money for prostate cancer research, fought for gender equality, fought with "men's rights" losers, alienated much of the people who are kindly enough to read this with terrible puns, created a new Christmas myth, crafted poetry for our new robot overlords, tried to seduce the Dalai Lama, got musical, and most importantly teased my mother at every opportunity.
|I have owed Janie this drawing of her for a looong time. She may regret that I finally paid on my debt (yes, those are dolphin bookends) because she hates pickles, and I am passively-actively-aggressive. Visit her site, she's nothing if not present.|
|Not a dolphin picture, rather, possibly the weirdest thing I've ever drawn: a minotaur with a lightening gun riding a dinosaur.|
|Or maybe this is the weirdest thing I've ever drawn: a sentient pickle with a jet pack fighting a sentient nuclear mushroom cloud.|
I'd leave it there because I've always wanted and hoped to hear someone end a eulogy like that, except this: Though today I bury Pickleope.com (bury is a strong word, more like "shot it in the ankle in the desert to let it bleed out or die of sun stroke"), Pickleope the namesake lives on. I do hope you will join me as I make the move, dumping my old stale relationship (I say "dumping" when really the URL is the one who changed the locks while I was out) and making the painless move of copy-and-pasting the new URL with me.
Please join me in welcoming and adding to your reader fead (please?): StrangelyNaked.com.