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In light of our one-sided discussion about coats of arms leading way to modern logo design earlier this week, this is the story of a logo, who cried a river and drowned the whole… uh… hm.

I guess making parodies of cheesy pop song lyrics doesn’t really work when you switch out an easily rhymed word like “girl” with “logo.” 

Originally the idea here was to take an element from the first “logo,” as it were, and carry it over to a new doodle, letting it evolve naturally (hey, weed is natural, prudes). Nonetheless, I lost the reigns here a little bit, in case that wasn’t obvious, and I think this ended up as more of a devolution than anything. For one thing, “DG” isn’t even a logical abbreviation for “dedleg”. But not like that matters, considering by the third iteration it was totally illegible anyway.

I often lament that what I love to do doesn’t pay the rent. But sometimes, I can really understand why.

Anybody need a male escort? Special talents include mediocre logo design.

Improvisational drawing — get an idea, form some loose theme, and wing it. And sometimes you come up with something kinda not bad.

Anybody who thinks Alice in Wonderland is some wacked out, trippy shit needs to have their head examined. …Actually, I take that back. Anybody who thinks that is probably pretty normal. It’s the people who have withstood the visual and psychological tortures of this 1983 cartoon from Hell, Malice in Wonderland by Vince Collins, who need medical intervention. And by that I mean, somebody please call 911 on my behalf because I’m currently twitching and drooling on myself.

It’s only four and a half minutes long, which is mercifully short — I’m not sure I could have handled much more than that. It’s my official recommendation to never, ever watch this if you’re actually on drugs. Fucking call your mom and have a phone conversation when you’re tripping before you do this. Set fire to a police precinct. Cut off your left buttcheek. Anything would be more tolerable.

It is pretty amazing though, in that kind of “I’ll never be the same again” way. Ah, nothing quite like the good ol’ days when cartoons were carefree, harmless, and taught you important lessons about life!

Although I was shit talking baseball earlier this week, this cartoon has restored my faith… kind of. At the very least, if baseball had more crazed, acid-induced mania going on, it might not be so bad. But I mean… my job would be a whole lot better if I was high on LSD the whole time too.

Actually, I take that back, that’s a horrible idea.

A little back story on this amazing journey. On June 12^th, 1970, Dock Ellis was about to enter the books for pitching a no-hitter in a Major League baseball game. However, as it turns out, Dock was lit up on LSD and amphetamines and somehow managed to pitch the best game of his life. Fuck those herbal muscle enhancement programs, fuck having your friends stick needles in your ass cheeks in the locker room — there’s a new performance enhancer in town and her name is Lucy. Now that’s something you can’t shake a cork-injected bat at.

Anyway, the cartoon is drawn by James Blagden with narration provided by the late Dock Ellis himself and it’s absolutely goddamned hilarious. Acid, man… I’m telling you, it changes your perspective on shit. Even baseball.