These are things I do not use. I suppose I could, but I don't know what to do with them. I just like the inadvertent sculpture effect.

It belongs in a museum! as a man once said. Well, no, but it could fit well into a modern museum. Unless they reject it for its sense of balance and harmonious aesthetics. I mean, this hardly sums up a late-capitalist hellscape that genocides the interesectionalized, so it's not very helpful.

Well! Friday. And that means lots of stuff.

The brain looks for faces, and finds them in the strangest places. The back of this truck - well, no, it can't believe it, either.

Remind you of anyone? Reminds me of caricatures of a certain someone.

I know there's lots of good anime but I am utterly indifferent to anything that can possibly look like this. I hate the eyes and pointy chins and cloying colors and "cute" details like whatever the hell that rabbit thing is.

The Kotaku blurb indicates that actual adults are watching this. Curious about the plot, I googled. Oy:

Gynecologist Gorou Amamiya

Okay, right there, what.

is tasked with helping deliver the children of Ai Hoshino, an idol singer whom he admires, without the knowledge of the general public. However, the night of Ai's delivery, Gorou is murdered by an obsessive fan of Ai's, and is reincarnated as Aquamarine Hoshino, Ai's son, retaining his memories of his previous life. 

Okay.

Unbeknownst to him, Aqua's fraternal twin, Ruby Hoshino, is also a reincarnation of one of Gorou's patients who was a fan of Ai's. Four years later, Ai is murdered by the same fan, who later dies by suicide. However, Aqua deduces that the murderer may have had his and Ruby's father as an accomplice and resolves to infiltrate the entertainment industry to find and kill him.

That's the first paragraph of the set-up. Any tween girls will love it and that's fine! The title song was a big chart-topper in Japan with a billion views and that's fine!

I just think it's hilarious they're marketing it to adult males on Reddit.

And now, the weekly dream-journal entry, illustrated by AI, because that's what this week is all about.

I was on an outdoor stage in a park. An old friend who stopped speaking to me got up to play the piano, and I thought I should join in; apparently we had been practicing earlier, because my violin case was on the piano.

When I opened it up the violin was gone. Realized someone had probably stolen it. Ah, drat; that was my grandfather’s violin.

I could see it in the dream as it was in real life: blackened with age, a bit nicked.

I felt bad for losing it - and woke, realizing, I had lost it. I’d used it all through high school when I played in the orchestra; took lessons for seven years. I’ve completely forgotten the fact that I used to play violin. In an orchestra! Not a good one, but still.

My mother, I think, told me that it was a very good violin and had value. It was quite old and venerable. As I learned later, it was indeed made by two famous gentlemen, as the joke goes. Mr. Sears, and Mr. Roebuck.

Other versions:

These were created with the new Photoshop (beta) generative function. I mean . . . gosh.

Not much has changed on the other projects, so I just want to show you this completely ordinary view. It's the route I take to my car after work.

I fully expect that the juvie yahoos will make the riverside area miserable this weekend with fireworks, despite the bridge restrictions and supposed additional cop presence, because they know there's no repercussions for shooting mortars into the apartment buildings. They will not be tried for mayhem and sentenced to grafitti removal and road cleanup. But. You can see why I love it here. Clean, green. No needles, no encampments, no human waste on the ground.

That's the high bar we have for cities nowadays.

I think the blonde is there because OBVIOUSLY the blind woman can't live alone, or open the door.

It's such common knowledge you wonder how the guy thought he'd get away with it. Solution is here.

This year's old newspaper feature: a social no-no single-panel illustration. Can you figure out what's wrong?

The answer will be provided on Monday.

		Now two ways to chip in!

That will do! Thank you for your visits. As you'll note, the Gallery updates are closed for the year, and we begin the long process of rehabbing and reupping the Engraveyard. For the rest of the year, it's pha-latta-lee!