You guys suck...congrats! (A Dissertation on Coloring Books)

Coloring signifies your willingness to give in to failure. You only do things you know you can succeed at. In this case, you perceive that you do not “succeed” at coloring and as such label yourself a failure. In order to shield yourself from these feelings of failure, you shy away from the action which brings about your greatest sense of unworth - Coloring.

However, do not feel constrained by the lines. As with life, it is not merely succeeding and failing to reach some imposed goal. You could not color within the lines; you could not reach what Society imposed as the goal you should reach. Instead, live with your “failures.” Embrace them as your own. Then you will know that it does not matter that you could not color within the lines; rather, it is important merely that you colored.

As for your horns, I think they represent your hatred towards your failures. You had horns to drawings to make them twisted, evil. We are conditioned to despise evil things. You hate that you “fail,” so you twist it around into failing to do something which is evil. If you can’t do evil, maybe then you feel you can do good.

Okay…I will stay on topic then. Here is something I “colored”

I made these when I was like 11:

What this site equals to me. A nice fat disgusting chode.

I must ask that you do not post such pictures, Simply. They are against the rules. - 984

Thats a good use of color and contrast Mojo. Thanks for contributing :slight_smile:

Would you like something Mojo, or are you going to spend your entire day frittering away your precious time at a disgusting board like this? I mean to do so only makes you as horrible and moronic as us . . .

sighs I wish my coloring history was as interesting as the rest of all of yours.

I considered myself to be of the “FUCK YOU RULES!” school as a child.

Why, I remember when I was young, we were to color in a color-less football outline on a field of grass. Some of the realists scrabbled with eachother for dominance of the brown crayons, some of the hipsters moved with the sway of the black crayons. The surrealists were eating the purple crayons, I remember.

I smeared a red crayon all over that bitch until it ran down into the nubs. Then I drew wings on the side and gave it a horn, making it the most awesomest creation that a gradeschooler could make at any given moment next to stick-men beating the piss out of eachother with severed stick-men parts (which were simply just sticks, but hey- Imagination was the “deaL” back then.) Looking back now, it would look to me now like a rough attempt at a human brain with bits of jagged glass sticking out of it.

If I was aware of it then as I am now, I would’ve concluded that I was either diagnosed with down syndrome or just created the rough draft of a Swedish Death Metal album cover.

Ahhh. Wasted childhood…

They wanted to hold me back because I couldn’t understand the teacher. Until then my family and I spoke Chinese all the time and I had trouble understanding what she was saying. Now I hardly know any Chinese at all and can barely understand my grandparents.

I might get snapped at about this should she still be reading, but I would like to apologize on her behalf.

Again to stay on topic: I got in trouble once in school for giving the sun some orange rays around it, instead of it all being yellow. They gave me an F. I still don’t get why the sun can’t have orange in it.

I always put orange and yellow rays. The sun is all flamey right? So flamey colors, in my school reasoning.Never got in trouble though.

I was a huge fan of connect the dots. Something about following the established guidelines and knowing the outcome would be the same for everybody was very satisfying at that age.

My colouring was pretty messy and likely had something to do with my horrible handwriting. I just didn’t have the dexterity. I wrote with wrist motions.

How else do you write but with wrist motions?

Coloring books are pretty cool. Me and my sis had a huge one when we were little and drew all over that thing. Also had a Super Human Samurai Syber Squad coloring book that was so awesome. Bet I could find it if I looked hard enough. Couldn’t always keep in the lines, though. I mostly drew my own stuff. I remember in 1st grade drawing Mega Man levels and playing them out on paper. Those were the days…

As far as the coloring went, they didn’t like me writing with my left hand and tried to turn me right-handed. They failed miserably. Got out of class for it though, and free play-doh.

Connect-the-dots was pretty fun too. Though I found it hard to keep straight lines on those things. Pissed me off doing that.

If I get to searching, I’ll have to dig up some of the old drawings and post 'em.

I love to color my stock charts: my MACD’s, my Bollinger Bands, my RSI’s etc.

Shut yer cakehole. If you’re so easily offended by the fact that not everything with a penis worships the ground you walk on, go whine about it in your myspace blog.

Trill: what’s the last thing you colored?

With crayolas? Hmm…Spider-Man, I think. That, or a unicorn.

Her apology doesn’t mean shit because I have no reason to apologize to any of you.

You should apologize for constantly derailing my coloring book thread.

Cry me a river.

I wish Simply Mojo would do what her avatar shows