"Toot! Tweeble Tweet! Frrip!" "Oh..okay then..that explains it." * sods off *



I was looking for, of all things, a hairband. So I had a peek in the drawer in my bedroom table thing. There was a letter in there from my phone company that I hadn't opened. God only knows how long it'd been in there. I opened it, in case it was a rebate cheque or something. It wasn't. It was..this thing.

Now..my phone company isn't known for being particularly cool, particularly funny, or, frankly, given to sending its subscribers anything even close to a freebie. So this was a pleasant surprise on all fronts.

It's a wee book. And by wee I mean "microscopic". It's tiny, and it consists of 13 pages, half of which are advertising. Particularly humorous, I found, was the byline on the cover, which reads "COMPLETE and UNABRIDGED". Extra credit is given to the stressed appearance and old styling of the book itself. I love it. The pages are reproduced below. Hopefully Telstra will take no umbrage at this, as the thing was a freebie anyway, and probably every copy but this one now resides in a landfill.


This is the introductory page. I was going to type out the text, but it's legible enough. Deal with it.


The first doodle analysis, the Graphic Doodle. I do a lot of these doodles. Apparently, these are the ones you draw when you're talking about nothing in particular, which I find striking as they probably require more effort.


I have to say I've never drawn a Name Doodle. Then again, I've never been overly infatuated with anyone and taken to drawing over things with their moniker. Well, I have been infatuated, but I guess I didn't have a biro handy.


I have a copy of the Yellow Pages somewhere with Full Page doodle across the entire back page, even the black parts, where you can't tell there's a doodle!


I don't usually draw these, myself, because I usually wind up screwing a bit of it up, then regretting it every time I sit at the phone and have to look at it.


I tend to draw seashells, in preference to flowers. I probably qualify for having a lunatic mind, though. Fear the seashells.


Never have I seen one of these. But, as it happens, I kinda like it. I like the logic behind it, too.

So there. Enjoy.







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