Well, it’s officially over. Nonsense Weekend (which was originally “Nonsense Day”) is done. I never reached 13 bits of OFFICIAL nonsense, but that’s okay. I think I finished with nine and several drawings, which seems like an adequate nonsense production level to me.
This is one of those important LIFE LESSONS that some people never get, but that we Primitives are perfectly content with: sometimes we don’t achieve our goals.
Now you could call that FAILURE, but when I look back at what I DID manage to produce this weekend (the Snake bit, “Elevator Action,” the cat photo essay, Ted Ghostly’s story, several of the art bits…) I’m as pleased as a punch in the face. BECAUSE if I hadn’t decided to declare this a nonsense weekend, I wouldn’t have done ANY of those bits, and some of them were pretty fun.
So here’s the “Wordz of Wiz-dumb” to take from our experiment: shoot for a million dollars, but if you only manage to make $800,000.00 at the end of the day, that’s good enough, especially if monsters, biting shoes, and a high body count are involved!
—Richard F. Yates (Slacker Supreme and High Mugwump of the P.E.W.)