The Very Young Therapist

On why you should never play the martyr card...

Acid, Base...Shame

Another of my animations. This one deals with shame...my own shame, to be precise...but also that of others'

And how really useless, self-destructive, and dangerous it is.

Note to readers...and viewers

Wonder if I will do any more explosive-cargo writings as opposed to videos. No idea. The videos just seem to be more interesting at the moment. Though, truthfully, they don’t get much viewership.

Also, I am tempted to abandon the videos of myself. They worked, sometimes, but at others they just seemed repetitive and boring. And my technique is crude. As my son David put it, quite respectfully, “We need to work on your lighting.” Meaning, at the moment, with the camera I’ve got and the light and shade of things in my office, I look a bit like a cast member of the Walking Dead. And we’re not talking the folks that are still alive.

So I’m focusing on the animation. I suppose that’s pretty crude, too. I’m no cartoonist or professional animator. But, still, my little moving pictures are a hell of a lot more interesting than moi…even if I were (to quote Bloom County)a great Robert Redfort-esque male beauty.

Perversions...

this week's confession. A particularly embarrassing one.

But...

Confession...and Demons

Hey, All,

I'm working with some graphics and animation software. See what you think of this.