Catch 22 - Blog Posts
I love how when you first read Catch-22, it can be, well, kind of confusing near the beginning. However, at least in my case, since it was interesting and well written I personally didn't mind.
But slowly, everything sort of ties itself together. It also gets increasingly more and more serious. An obvious example of this would be chapter 39, 'The Eternal City.' But for me, one that really stuck out to me was chapter 32, 'Yo-Yo's Roomies.' It really did a good job of showing how much Yossarian truly missed Orr, no matter how many times Orr pissed off Yossarian.
At the same time, that chapter I also found notably funny in the way it's written. Especially the lines "They reminded him of Donald Duck's nephews," and "They had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed." and I just love how it's them being nice and friendly to Yossarian with overall good intentions xD.
Also rereading this makes things so much more understandable. All the random details mentioned, its even better when you know the context behind those little references, like "It was still more frustrating to try to appeal directly to Major Major, the long and bony sqaudron commander, who looked a little bit like Henry Fonda in distress and went jumping out the window of his office each time Yossarian bullied his way past Sergent Towser to speak to him about it." It's fun reading that actually knowing who Major Major Major Major is and why he does in fact, jump out the window.
I think that's kind of why some people dislike/give up on this book (well part of the reason) because it can seem kind of random the first time through, but for me personally, that was part of the beauty of it the first time I read it. Idk though, I just personally reveled in the beginning chaos.
drawing (with ink) practice! (On sticky notes)! These are my all-time favorite characters that I could think of.
Livejournal, you’re killing me.
So, i can’t log into either of my lj accounts. I get a “password out of date - reset it” message. But it’s been like 5 years since I last used those accounts, we’ve changed ISPs I don’t know how many times since then. To be able to reset the password, I’d have to change the account to my current email address. To change my email address I’d have to log in, which I can’t do unless I reset the password. Oh, and old accounts aren’t deleted after years of inactivity (but their passwords can expire!) just how many accounts are there I wonder, where people have the password, but can’t use it because it’s “out of date”. It’s maddening. .... about the only solution I can see is finding out if we have records of who our ISP was in 2016, hoping they’re still around and signing up for a very short time, just to get an old email address back, so I can reset the passwords, change the email addresses then cancel the account with the ISP. Or, actually get a hold of someone at livejournal, have them see that the email accounts associated with the accounts don’t work anymore, and either let me log in with the “out of date” passwords so I can change the email address, or have them change the email address so I can reset the password. Does anyone even work at Livejournal anymore? For all I know, it’s all been automated, and the only human beings involved are whoever cleans rooms the servers are in. ......yeah, I’m not gonna hold my breath.
"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
fish and flies
orr and also appleby is there... bring on catch 22 spring/summer 2025 revival
continuing to experiment with cartoon style stuff and I just finished my catch 22 reread, so here's a little character design exploration ! I tried to capture my mental images from when I first read the book in high school, uninfluenced by the movie versions
i started this in november of 2021, i finished it TODAY, after forgetting about it for months at a time, coming back to work on it, deciding i hate part of it and fixing that. i still think its a bit too busy, and the sketching definitely could’ve been done better now than when i started it, but im just glad to have it finally done. originally intended for this to be a more interesting redo of an ensemble drawing of all the catch characters that i did in 2020 i think, with the cast being more distinct and (hopefully) recognizable.
ITS THEM
I couldn’t rest until I made this
I couldn’t rest until I made this
‘If someone put a plane at my disposal, I could fly down there once a week in a squadron plane and bring back all the fresh eggs we need,’ Milo answered. 'After all, Malta’s not so far away.’
'Malta’s not so far away,’ Major - de Coverley observed. 'You could probably fly down there once a week in a squadron plane and bring back all the fresh eggs we need.’
A.T Tappman squadron Chaplain
Love it when everything bothers me
Made a comic with one of my favorite scenes in the book
New film idea: Catch .22 caliber. He has a gun in this one.
Something like that ...
Catch-22 by Mike Nichols (1970)
Hello! Bonjour! Hola! Shalom!
My name is Sabrina and this blog is about to go live again. In time, I’ll explain whats been going on and the reason for my previous blog and forums disappearance. Fair warning, although I am actively capitalizing and checking for spelling, grammar might not be on the money. I’m currently in a Sleep Study facility and woke up about 30 minutes ago. I don’t know what sparked my wanting to do a post now, I’m usually not spontaneous like this. Maybe its the slight disconnect to society and my normal schedule that has me feeling nostalgic?
The reason I’m here, and by here I mean the Sleep Center is because sleep and I have a very complicated relationship. The first time around with this test, the results weren’t too comforting, thus leading to a new diagnoses lead. As complicated as the relationship sleep and I have may be, I don’t mind it much. It allows me more time with my creativity and gives me a way to come up with content for you all. It’s a true Catch-22 case.
I guess it’s time I describe a little of where I am: I’m currently sitting in “The Lounge” being stared at by an employee who thinks I don’t know they’re staring, and by the official cameras to monitor my motor skills until it’s time to officially begin phase two of the study. Unfortunately, I’m far too comfortable with cameras, being watched, and attached to machines by wires and monitors. Do not fret, in time, I’ll explain it all. Remember I said this in the beginning. I’m a person that keeps their word. I got you.
As I pressed “Enter” to begin a new thought process, I looked at the title and chuckled. I would have added the Hebrew and Greek greeting but forgot how to spell it. No, I will not go to google.
The employee I mentioned earlier is still staring but now I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been angrily typing 70 words per minute or if its because they have never seen a Latina wear a Shimmer gloss at 7:36 in the morning on a Friday. Either way, they have to understand that at any given moment, I will have to scratch my nose due to allergies and they’ll have to deal with it. Soon you’ll find out that (don’t know why I’m blanking on his name) like the Parks and Recreation character said “I do what I want.”
So many things I wish I could do, like vlog this BUT, In time, I’ll explain why I can’t vlog without my Pop Socket that is currently being thrown in a truck by an overworked Amazon employee.
I scrolled as saw how long this post will be.. so to spare you, I will stop typing and call it a day on here. Until we meet again!
I Stay Up At Night
I stay up at night wondering
If you like me too
I have tried to let thoughts of you go
I don’t ask because I'm not ready for the answer of, no
I remember that time
We stared into each others eyes
Between both pairs of our blue eyes blinking
Were you thinking what I was thinking?
Probably not
You're far too perfectly professional
I know I'm quite
Silly for dreaming about this turning out right
Part of me wants to leave our story off here
Rather than adding the flames to the fire
And you’ve had enough space and time to let
You forget
What being together was like…
Living what life had to offer in only fairytales
With the guidelines of never to kiss,
Only to miss
I was defenseless against
Knowing that finding another one like you will be practically impossible to do
Dancing with each other, only metaphorically, while making up our own constellations
All because of our catch-22 situation
I don’t know about you, but I remember that time
You sat so close in front of me
We touched at clothed knees
From just that I could feel the electricity
I can feel your love wearing off
As you have begun forgetting me
Wearing off like a good view
Always happens to do
Catch 22
I'm tired of this shell
And this name
And the world spinning
The problem is that I need to shatter myself
And it just seems impossible
Like an equation that I can’t figure out without being unstoppable
Problem is, the issues grow longer like this infestation of words
If only I knew the answer to the question of why?
Then I would have just another key,
That would lead to another empty chest
Because there’s none for me, nope not a pair
Except for emptiness like two pits of despair
Can’t you feel through your metallic layers?
I don’t like wannabe robots
Even if all you’ve done is make a helmet out of a kitchen strainer
Bee hives don’t dance for nothing, honey!
And I'm buzzing with kinetic energy,
With nowhere to go but this shell
Solved are not my problems,
Of being fucking stuck
Either way I'm seen as an evil little fucker
Stuck like cling wrap to this plastic world
Seemingly unavoidable in every imaginable possibility that I can think,
With my eyes held wide open I can’t even blink
In this torturous place I can’t live forever
Even if I can call it my own
Even if it’s here forever
My need to have this shell shattered is strong
I want to feel it shake and shatter
Hear it crack down like pitter, patter, smash
Shell, hell, what's the difference?
I like the fire in the devil that melts my cold heart
Because I'm tired of this invisible prison cell
Being unemployed in today's society meant having all the free time in the world but not the means to enjoy all that it has to offer. Now that I'm employed it means having very little free time to use the money I'm making to enjoy the world.