Showing posts with label Loit Fum Dork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Loit Fum Dork. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

title page, volume 2


Loit Fum Dork, Pic Shaws volume two, is a collection of over simplified interpretations of various cosmologies. To see volume 2 from the start jump back to the post for March 13th. For less serious cartoons take a look at volume 1, Woit a Dowsan Woids, posted 9/28/2009 to 3/11/2010, and thanks for tuning in.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

vol. 2, number 20, brain in a bottle

Can it get any more grim!? Why, yes! How about the swell idea that you're just a brain in a bottle being tortured by the evil genius? It's awfully similar to ideas that turn up in Hollywood science fiction like The Matrix and Dark City. Well, that's the end of volume 2 folks. I won't be making more posts until we get back from The Big Trip. For more on that, visit goin' with the a-go-gos. Want more wacky thought provoking stuff? Try looking up the Demiurge. That'll keep ya busy for a while.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

vol. 2, number 19, between order and chaos


Complexity (and therefore life) lies within a fine line between order and chaos. Although this space is thin, it is vast, like the surface of the ocean between air and water, between stifling order and preemptive chaos.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

vol. 2, number 18, more free will

If we reject the arbitrary creator, is that the death of it? If the arbitrary creator is dead, what meaning can we have? Oh, to heck with meaning. We're all here for such a short visit, better try to have a good time.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

vol. 2, number 17, free will


OK, back to something theological again. If we reject the idea that our lives are controlled by fate or an arbitrary creator (in case you haven't gathered this from previous strips, the hook is the arbitrary creator) and we struggle to insist on our free will... what happens to meaning? Stay tuned. Yeah, I know, it's just a cartoon.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

vol. 2, number 16, curved space

Continuing with all this dimensional hooey... So, you're walking along minding you're own business and you think the world is flat. Well, just look at it. It looks flat, don't it? You keep walking toward the rising sun every morning and presume that one day you'll find the edge. Nope, you don't find the edge, but you arrive back at the place you started. Hmm... either you walked in a circle without knowing it or you're walking on a three dimensional curved surface, eureka!

So, you're rocketing along minding your own business and you think the universe is three dimensional. Well, just look at it. It looks three dimensional, don't it? You keep rocketing along following your gyroscope in a straight line and presume that one day you'll find the edge. Nope, you don't find the edge, but you arrive back at the place you started. Hmm... either your gyroscope sucks or you're traveling through three dimensional space that is curved in a fourth dimension, eureka! Wait a minute, this gyroscope doesn't have any batteries in it.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

vol. 2, number 15, Flatland


Flatland, a novella published in 1884 about a two dimensional world, is loaded with social criticism of Victorian society, but it provokes thought about what a two dimensional world would look like from a three dimensional point of view. This seems like an obvious place to go after the allegory of the cave as most of the two dimensional critters of Flatland can't be bothered with any notion of more dimensions and they ban all such nonsense. This has such a tidy parallel to cartoons. The characters in a strip have no knowledge that they are two dimensional, and naturally, there is always someone peering into your space from an angle that you don't even know about.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

vol. 2, number 14, Plato's cave


The allegory of the cave. So, you're stuck in a place where your sight is limited to a shadow of reality. A two dimensional and incomplete version of things. Suppose someone tells you of how much more there is to see, because they have been out of the cave. They have seen the light, as it were. You angrily reject these strange ideas even when forced to experience something novel. But then who says what the layers of reality are. Even those pushing you could be stuck in their own delusion. That's right, I'm telling you we are all cactus shadows, dammit!

Saturday, May 1, 2010

vol. 2, number 13, Panspermia

What the hell is Panspermia? The big idea is that life on earth has it's origin in biologically active material that somehow survived a trip across interplanetary or interstellar space. You may recall the controversy from several years back regarding some rocks of Martian origin found on Earth that seemed to contain trace evidence of biological activity inside. The pitch was that this rock demonstrated that life once flourished on Mars and rocks like these could have infected Earth with its earliest colonies of life. I like the idea a whole lot. Not because it greatly stretches the length of time available for life to crawl it's way out of chaos all on its own, but because it means we're all Martians after all.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

vol. 2, number 12, Big Bang

This one came from pondering Big Bang stuff. So what does this have to do with the Big Bang? Not much. It's not an easy thing to put into a comic, but I remembered a silly description of what one's surroundings would look like as an observer at the time when things finally spread out enough to let light get around. Before that moment things were in a super dense hot state but there was no light because things were too tightly packed. So even in this origin story there is a moment when the lights come on (and it isn't at the first instant of the bang). So what would this still very dense soup look like if you could be there? Every direction would look virtually the same in a frustrating sort of way. So in this origin story our hero is faced with many repetitions of an identical view, and as Buckaroo Banzai said, "No matter where you go, there you are." Yep, nothing to do with the Big Bang at all. Sorry to disappoint.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

vol. 2, number 11, The Dark Sea


I can't count how many origin stories I've read or listened to that describe the initial state of nothingness as a liquid darkness. And then, naturally, someone special turns on the lights, makes a comfortable dry place, and picks all the miserable soggy beings out of the ocean.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

vol. 2, number 10, lightly toasted, please.


This one came from a tongue in cheek creation story in which the creator took some clay from the earth and formed it into a person, then baked it. The first attempt failed; it was overcooked and burnt black. So the creator tried again, and this time the person didn't bake long enough and came out sickly white. On the third try, the creator got it right and baked the person perfectly, resulting in a golden tan. Take what you like from all this, but I think the story is charming.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

vol. 2, number 9


Another fine mess you've gotten me into.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

vol. 2, number 8


Oooh, you are so in trouble...

Saturday, April 10, 2010

vol. 2, number 7


That good, huh? OK, I'll give it a try. What could happen?

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Saturday, April 3, 2010

vol. 2, number 5


Happy day and the first seven year itch.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

vol. 2, number 4


Rib or rivet, same difference.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

vol. 2, number 3


Still forbidden and just as tempting.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

vol. 2, number 2

The forbidden prickles of the cactus of knowledge.