Rex Eats Hal

“I can’t repeat this often enough,” said Dr. Jane Wormsly, as she sat at a table with Lohbado in Lumpies Donuts, “Don’t get involved with a fool.”

OOO CHA

General Foak Heem, an outspoken critic of the CHA movement, loved flowers. As an elected OOO official, he recommended the OOO and the CHA learn to live together in a kind of harmonious dance. OOO could balance CHA on the dance floor of life.

When the CHA became too powerful and corrupt, toxic buildup clogged OOO passage ways. Pressure increased until the situation exploded in a loud sneeze: Aaa CHOO!!! sending the CHA back to the drawing board.

Moronic Moan

window overlooking back yard

view from back yard

Devotees of the Moronic Moan love power tools. Lohbado sat in the back yard to commune with nature. He inhaled an acrid, chemical odour and listened to the whine of a grinder as a Moronovian Man worked away at a metal door to the back balcony of his second floor dwelling. Lohbado inserted earplugs and connected with spirits of the back yard. During the hour he sat in the yard, the Moronovian never shut off the grinder. The high pitched nauseating whine exerted a hypnotic power over the Moronovian's mind.

Later, when the back door was ground to precision, the man could forget about it. The moment of grinding would be forgotten. Nobody could care less about his moronic back door. However, the three or four hours of moronic moaning was an act of devotion to The Great Nomroh. Oogah! Every second of noise and toxic fumes was worth it.

death rattle

persimmon

lamp under chair

eraser

pen knives

Lohbado got up before sunrise to enjoy the early morning light. Later, he watched the light fade into darkness and felt chest pain. The pain and nausea reminded him that one day his body will be a corpse. Nobody lives forever. This reminder put things in perspective. Don't sweat the small stuff.

expozine

Jaques Bovin and friend

Valium

Valium

I just got back from the eleventh annual Expozine, the Montreal small press, comic and zine fair. The event is a feast for the eyes. I bought a new copy, hot off the press, of Henriette Valium's Coeur de Maman, (Heart of Mama). I also bought a number 10 of Melody: The True Story of a Nude Dancer, by Jaques Bovin and Sylvie Rancourt. My only regret was to not have enough money to buy more. Club Morono was also there, with a display of unique artist painted books from the saga of Lohbado and the visionary universe of Club Morono.

The place was packed. It's a really happening fair.

lost wanderers

Lost Wanders in the Cha Region of the Poh Valley

Lohbado will be setting up a Club Morono booth at Expozine, the annual small press and zine fair in Montreal. Volume 3 of the Club Morono Zine will be launched, plus the Club Morono Guidebook and an array of Club Morono prints and painted books. See you there.

ephemeral

Sunday morning, when most people are sleeping in or relaxing at home, is an excellent time to do errands. At 9 AM it's easy to cross the street without fear of being run down by an impatient motorist. The aisles of the grocery store are not crowded. One doesn't have to wait long in line to be served at the checkout counter.

I just got back from the Plaza Cote des Neiges. I bought groceries at Marche Fu Tai. The parking lot and the mall appeared bleak and desolate under a dark sky. There’s still a knot in my stomach. I walk around for days with a ball of anxiety in the gut. It's the brain/stomach connection. I can’t stomach this any longer. I better find a way to reduce stress. Pets are not permitted here. Don’t ever degrade yourself to wallowing in self pity. Be dignified and confident. Enjoy the situation.

I marvelled at the sequence of walking to and from the grocery store. First, I'm walked down an avenue of tall trees, branches appearing black after the recent rain. The sidewalk is still wet and covered in dead leaves. I take side streets and approach the back end of the mall. I walk past a bakery, luggage boutique, jewelry store and numerous other small enterprises in the mall. Enter the Chinese grocery store. 

Pick out items. Go to the checkout counter. Leave the mall. Cross the parking lot. Gaze at the shabby rectangular apartment blocks and the bland windows. Each scene vanishes as if it had never happened. 

It's hard to believe that an hour ago I was face to face with a cashier at the grocery store. We didn't exchange a word. They're friendly there, but don't make small talk or phoney smiles. In the blink of an eye, I'll be in another situation. This moment will be mostly forgotten. A few vague impressions might remain, distorted in memory.

Disagreement about the best way to make an egg

Tomorrow is the big day, November 6. A big decision will be made. Years of debate, quarrelling, lying, bullshit and avoiding real issues will pause a moment, before the campaign starts up for the 2016 American presidential election.