added Alex Rosetti's wubblous and wonderous commentary on The Squiddles Save Christmas

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     (GET OUT OF MY LIFE DAD)
 
     (AnD tO aLl A-)
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+Commentary: |-
+    <i>Alex Rosetti:</i> (composer, [Tumblr](https://albatrossthesoup.tumblr.com/post/46625073764/the-squiddles-save-christmas-a-commentary), 03/29/2013)
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+    Some artists say that when you are feeling burnt out, you should let loose and make any old thing, like scribbling, throwing paint onto a canvas, or whatever the first idea that comes to your mind is. The sloppier the better. The purpose of this is not to think too hard about your art, to be able to make "bad art" and not worry about it. You get to flex your creative muscles without the expectation of making something exemplary. <i>The Squiddles Save Christmas</i> is an example of this exercise, or it would be if it didn't turn out to be <i><b>the best thing I ever made</i></b>.
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+    The plan was for us to make <i>Homestuck for the Holidays</i> in a single week. It was a fun idea, and while I wasn't initially up for it, something ended up clicking in the dark recesses of my soul and at the last possible moment I decided to tread down an evil musical path. I had been sick that week, you see, sicker than I had been in a long time. I was freezing cold, blowing chunks, and generally pretty miserable.
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+    Also, my then-workshop was in a non-heated part of my parents' house, and composing back there was like making an expedition into the frozen tundra. But I persevered, eager to satisfy the beast within me, crying out for Squiddly fun. It started out normal enough, with a cheery tune, sleigh bells, and other cliché Christmas conventions that would suit a hypothetical children's special. The only way I could convince myself to make Christmas music was if it was Squiddles themed. It seemed like the easier thing to tackle.
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+    I made up the lyrics as I went along. barely trying to maintain any sort of rhyme scheme and still being delirious from sickness.
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+    "Hey everybody let's all sing<br>
+    because the squiddles just bought a Christmas tree"
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+    That was as far as I got before I gave up. The squiddles hesitating to find lyrics to sing was genuine, and it went downhill from there. After that, I decided I was tired of actually trying to make music, so I copied+pasted a bunch of measures and improvised into the microphone. And thus Nog Baby was born. Nog Baby's voice is my own, and is a 100% accurate representation of how I am feeling when I am sick and miserable and want everything to die.
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+    Of course, I got tired of <i>that</i> too, so I gave up and said "go get him" and pulled some clips out of the Plumbthroat Archive™, applied a tinny filter, and fucked around with the samples...."f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fucking squiddles".
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+    And there you have it...that shit helped produce money for charity. SKIPPER PLUMBTHROAT SCREAMING “FUCKING SQUIDDLES” AND ME PRETENDING TO THROW UP AS A PITCH-SHIFTED SQUID HELPED SICK CHILDREN. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD.
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