Few things can shift vague, stupid anger into focused, righteous anger like listening to heavy metal. (OK, still stupid.) This week reduced me to one small, mindless ZenDoodle and a vague, generalized anger – not a common emotion for me. Busing home yesterday I had Metallica in my head and put on Symphony & Metallica when I got home, but wanted a few original tracks, which for me exist only on long-gone cassette tapes. I made a Metallica station on Pandora and clicked through a few WordPress blogs “recommended for me” – still a novel concept at 2 months and 8 days of stumbling through the modern blogosphere. I landed on an awesome review of Frank Frazetta art while listening to Black Sabbath. It made me happy: random artifacts of a 70’s childhood populated by Older Brothers of Friends. By the time Dragula came on, I was good. Trying my hand at a cartoon. Harder than I thought.