Tintin is part of the idols of childhood when adventuring seemed to be a boundless world to see what there was to be seen beyond the window of a bedroom—the mountains of Tibet, the American countryside (the part with all the pine trees of course), the expansive deserts, the worlds beyond ours, and just about everything the world had to offer without ever consider the real side of our reality—nothing isn’t that simple to let us just pick up and go off with a drunk sailor, twins who may or may not end up killing the other in the ultimate question “Who’s the real Thompson Twin?” and a professor of a science I’m not entirely sure about. But those parts of going off to see the world aren’t included for many good reasons that don’t need to be mentioned ever because those parts aren’t important to go out and see the world before anything else should happen.

A point I’m making here is the simple fact that in youth Tintin books were able to let see the world in the most realistic manner possible while bending reality to one side so that Tintin was the average type (if the average type had pinpoint accuracy with firearms, carving plane propellers from wood, automatic pass to become an astronaut and most importantly a dog that does everything in its ability to help you) could survive to see the world another day.  

He’s the classic kind of adventurer who goes about seeing a world that even in the artwork is breathtaking to behold…..a world I very much want to see before I really get on with my life to be honest.

A whole world of wonders and we’re stuck with one slowly becoming a decayed wreck that lacks the heart and soul of Tintin books were able to show us during the years it came out.

Thought of the Day: August 19th:

Beginning to wonder what it be like to walk The Great Wall of China, and I don’t mean just the bits that are restored I mean the whole hog. Going between the ancient ruins that remain of slowly dying wreck that shows what humans are capable of in ingenuity back then.