Ave Maria, Gratia Plena!

So, as Andy’s made it abundantly clear, it really is time to bump Herr Goering down the page for something else. Er-hum. Ok, long past time. The thing is, I’ve spent the last month and a half trying to grapple with a couple of big interconnected issues I want to turn into a mosterously interesting mother of a post. Only… I’ve let those ideas get way too big and interesting and now I’m not sure how I’m going to fit them onto a page. I’ve gone a wee bit concept-obsessive, I think — the writer’s version of vertigo: you just can’t look away from the leap you just can’t make.

Which is why I’ve been getting sly nudges from stage left. Today’s: "Why not just put up something pretty? Like a flower or a vase. A kitten.  A butterfly. Just no Nazi’s." Right.

It’s a rare moment that finds me in the mood for butterflies, but when I found myself looking around for a distraction earlier today, something completely different, I pulled up Making Fiends which I’d far and away prefer to post as a new entry than kittens, flowers, or flutterbys. Sheesh.

Having said that, Making Fiends so feeds ice cream to my inner child due to the presence of Charlotte. I have an inner Charlotte, albeit one that knows how to apply a bright eyed optimisim with just the slightest touch of sadism — a relentless friendliness that never ceases to confound an unsuspecting Vendetta.

Go watch at least a couple of quick episodes of Making Fiends. When you’re done go see Amy Winfrey’s other project, Muffin Films. If nothing else, check out Muffin Film # 11: Bluebirds in Spring. It’s cartoon existentialism on crack. Yay. Jen likes.