Consumerism and Cartoon Aliens

I need a thing. Something to go on. A jumping off point. A point from which I can initiate a tangent stream of nothing-much-in-particular and sprinkle bits of observation throughout. So I'll start with my day. Today during the corporate law lecture I drew this.

It's an alien.

The problem with that lecture is that it goes for two hours, and the problem with anything which goes for that long is that it has to contend with the tiny attention spans of the younger generation. Us with our fast internet connection and all those colourful advertisements tempting us, beckoning us here, there and all over the place so brightly and loudly we find ourselves trying to do everything at once and so we have to ration our attention into tiny portions per thing. We live in a world where everything is a mouse-click away. Now we feel like nothing is really deserving of our time. Everything has to make an appointment to see us and at the end of its five minutes it gets shoved aside to make way for the next thing. There's simply no room for something like a two hour lecture. That's how I see it, anyway. I'm sure everyone drifts off into dreamland before they can stop themselves or draws pictures of whatever the heck that is. I'm going to turn it into a comic strip. In the first one he (I've decided its male) works in an office. Shenanigans ensue when he eats his co-worker's last bagle and has to explain himself. Ha! What a knee-slapper! Also he'll wear a tie and the boss will always complain about the puddles of goo he leaves wherever he goes, and he can be like "don't look at me. I'm an alien!" Ahh, hilarious...

I'll get back to you when I'm on the front page of every newspaper.