The Daily Doodles

One of my favourite sites, Stranger Dimensions, did an awesome write up about me and my site!

You can read it here: A SPACE BETWEEN DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES: The Daily Doodles.

It was a very nice surprise, as I actually do read Stranger Dimensions daily when new posts are delivered to my Gmail each night, and about a week ago I was scrolling down the newest email, reading about many of the weird, paranormal, science-y news they report on, when suddenly I saw one of my drawings! :-o  I certainly wasn’t expecting it.

If you’re into news about scientific discovery, time travel, ghosts, aliens, the paranormal, and basically everything cool and fun that is known and unknown in the universe, I think you’d love Stranger Dimensions too. 

(And also, if you’re like me and you grew up listening to Coast to Coast AM, I KNOW you’d love Stranger Dimensions).

Thank you to Rob Schwarz for the great article! 

—David Michael Chandler

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“The Prayer to the Aliens”

O’ my dear, sweet Aliens, I pray to thee to take me away
Beam me up to your ship and we’ll have a space holiday.
While I might be a human girl, I can learn Alien stuff fast
And we can make me being an Earthling, a thing of the past.

To sweeten the deal, you can take my parents to dissect
They got all sorts of tissue, and lotsa’ organs to inspect.
Maybe evaporate my big sister, or my little brother, the pest
And I’ll brag that I got go to with you, cuz you like me best.

We’ll be the greatest of friends, having adventures in space
Criss-crossing the universe with big smiles on our face
Solving galactic mysteries, finding new planets to explore
I’ll never have a reason to be sad anymore.

And even when they all tell me that you’re really not out there…
That you don’t hear my prayers, and if ya did you don’t care…
I’ll always believe in you truly, with all my 8 year old heart
And after you finally rescue me, our lives together can start.

Amen.

Posted 3/7/2013

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“The Boy Who Was Born With Burnt Out Eyes”

The boy who was born with scabby burnt out eyes,
Hears his mom tell him he’s handsome, but it’s nothing but lies.
She shrieked when he was born, and tried to throw him away
But the boy followed her home, and since has been able to stay.

With no limbs and no nose, he often angrily feels shorted
Every Christmas he asks Santa if he can just be aborted.
But each year he wakes up, and wobbles down the stair
And doesn’t unwrap the gift of death, because Santa doesn’t care :’-/

His head is misshapened, with the puckered skin of a fish
Kids throw coins in his mouth, and then make a wish.
To stay cool in the summers, he secretes a radioactive blue ooze
And his existence was slammed by the local news.

No matter how bad it gets, he never stops and asks himself “why?”
And that’s because he’s a sissy, and the idea makes him cry.
The only logical conclusion is that he’s being punished for a past life
Where he cut the heads off of orphans, and punched his common-law wife.

So each night he dreams, as his mom locks him back up in his cage
That some day he can take advantage of all of this pent up rage.
It won’t be with this body, but he’ll make them all come unfurled…
He’ll just have to wait till his next life till he can murder the world.

Originally Posted 9/27/2012

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“Finally, a Reason”

For all of her 19 long, arduous years on this Earth, Madison Bancroft has hoped that she projected an aura of mystery… a cynical world weariness well earned over a lifetime of hardship and struggle.

Unfortunately, she has grown up in the suburbs, to a happily married upper-middle-class couple who always tell her she can be anything she wants and that they love her, and simply has had too pedestrian and easy of a life to pull off the moodiness she strives for.  Blast it all!

So as she watches the alien attackers fly in over the purple hills from the view of her childhood home’s spacious wrap-around deck, all Madison can do is smile… FINALLY, this is her chance to have something actually bad happen.  FINALLY, there is a reason.

Unfortunately again for young, striving-to-be-dark Madison, the rest of the world is going through the same alien invasion, so once more her experiences are pedestrian and not resulting in the “seen it all, been through worse” demeanor she hopes for.

Ugh!!

Originally Posted 9/12/2012

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“The Boy Who Was Born at Midnight”

Every child born at midnight, can see inter-dimensional creatures
Glowing blobs of paraphysical energy, with no humanlike features.
They live alongside us on Earth, our dimension parallel with theirs’
And they seem less than enthused, at the Boy’s confused stares.

Our simple brains can’t comprehend, their motives or desires.
They enjoy playing with the human race, and watching what transpires.
Existing between time and space, toying with our lives
And they hate being seen, so no child born at midnight survives.

The creatures approach the poor boy’s bed, and start melting his brain
As easy as it is for us to squish a bug, they drive him totally insane.

Originally Posted 1/1/2012

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“The Boy Who Was Born With Burnt Out Eyes”

The boy who was born with scabby burnt out eyes,
Hears his mom tell him he’s handsome, but it’s nothing but lies.
She shrieked when he was born, and tried to throw him away
But the boy followed her home, and since has been able to stay.

With no limbs and no nose, he often angrily feels shorted
Every Christmas he asks Santa if he can just be aborted.
But each year he wakes up, and wobbles down the stair
And doesn’t unwrap the gift of death, because Santa doesn’t care :’-/

His head is misshapened, with the puckered skin of a fish
Kids throw coins in his mouth, and then make a wish.
To stay cool in the summers, he secretes a radioactive blue ooze
And his existence was slammed by the local news.

No matter how bad it gets, he never stops and asks himself “why?”
And that’s because he’s a sissy, and the idea makes him cry.
The only logical conclusion is that he’s being punished for a past life
Where he cut the heads off of orphans, and punched his common-law wife.

So each night he dreams, as his mom locks him back up in his cage
That some day he can take advantage of all of this pent up rage.
It won’t be with this body, but he’ll make them all come unfurled…
He’ll just have to wait till his next life till he can murder the world.

Posted 9/27/2012

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“Finally, a Reason”

For all of her 19 long, arduous years on this Earth, Madison Bancroft has hoped that she projected an aura of mystery… a cynical world weariness well earned over a lifetime of hardship and struggle.

Unfortunately, she has grown up in the suburbs, to a happily married upper-middle-class couple who always tell her she can be anything she wants and that they love her, and simply has had too pedestrian and easy of a life to pull off the moodiness she strives for.  Blast it all!

So as she watches the alien attackers fly in over the purple hills from the view of her childhood home’s spacious wrap-around deck, all Madison can do is smile… FINALLY, this is her chance to have something actually bad happen.  FINALLY, there is a reason.

Unfortunately again for young, striving-to-be-dark Madison, the rest of the world is going through the same alien invasion, so once more her experiences are pedestrian and not resulting in the “seen it all, been through worse” demeanor she hopes for.

Ugh!!

Posted 9/12/2012

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“Billions and Billions”

Floating at the edge of our solar system and facing the far reaches of open space, Dr. Allistair Richmond gazes out at the billions and billions of visible stars and planets…

The console *beeps* as the ship’s instruments have finished scanning the current quadrant, so the Doctor moves his spaceship less than 1/10000000 of a degree over to begin scanning the next quadrant, hoping for some sort of sign of the existence of intelligent alien life.

Despite the lack of evidence to support the claim, Dr. Richmond (and the fellow top scientists of the day) believe that intelligent life must exist out there— it’s simultaneously too mathematically improbable and mathematically depressing to believe otherwise.

But while the billions and billions of stars twinkle at him invitingly, the Doctor knows much of it is fool’s gold— many of these stars have faded away millions of years ago, and the immense vastness of the universe enables us to time travel each time we stare into space.

And that same vastness means we can only look at those faraway stars, as even the closest ones would take many lifetimes to reach. We’re anchored down by our technology, and our human bodies.

And perhaps any intelligent life out there is also suffering from the same limitations…  maybe they’re tucked away in their own corner of the universe, behind the billions and billions of stars we can actually see.  Maybe we’re all simply stuck where we are.

Everything is just too damn far away.  For now, at least.

So, as the ship’s console beeps again, all the Doctor can do is move his ship less than 1/10000000 of a degree over to scan even more billions and billions of stars, and continue to hope for a sign.

Originally Posted 3/1/2012

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“The Boy Who Dreams of the Best Way to Die”

The young boy gazes off into the distance, lost in a dream
He decides while a good life is important, the end is supreme!
While everybody dies, not all deaths are equal
If a movie ends poorly, you don’t wanna see the sequel.

But Gosh! How can he decide?  There’s so many ways to go!
Maybe rescue some orphans and then melt in an acid flow?
Perhaps bugs nibble him dead slowly, deep in the Amazon,
Or gangsters machine-gunning his face in Azerbaijan?

He could drown at sea happily, but is there a better choice?
If he could jump on a nuke to save a town, he’d certainly rejoice.
Ooh how about leaping in a volcano, to appease primitive angry gods?
Or kidnapped by aliens and gruesomely dissected in their space-pods.

So many great ways to die!  As many choices as the day is long.
And as long as the funeral is a closed casket, then no choice is wrong.

Originally Posted 10/29/2011

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“The Boy Who Was Born at Midnight”
(A Classique Doodle from 1/1/2012)

Every child born at midnight, can see inter-dimensional creatures
Glowing blobs of paraphysical energy, with no humanlike features.
They live alongside us on Earth, our dimension parallel with theirs’
And they seem less than enthused, at the Boy’s confused stares.

Our simple brains can’t comprehend, their motives or desires.
They enjoy playing with the human race, and watching what transpires.
Existing between time and space, toying with our lives
And they hate being seen, so no child born at midnight survives.

The creatures approach the poor boy’s bed, and start melting his brain
As easy as it is for us to squish a bug, they drive him totally insane.

Originally Posted 1/1/2012

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