In my senior year of high school I was assigned an art project that was centered around my name.
I swear to you, the art teacher, Mr. Yochum, said my name wasn't prominent enough. "Make it red. Add some color."
Ironic, since I was afraid of color since Mr. Yochum once cried, "No!" sat down at my easel and repainted something I was working on so it was all shades of blue. (Mr. Yochum had a brain tumor. Shhhh. It came to light the next year.)
I really don't know if I could do any of those doodles today. In meetings I don't doodle. I do write "Shut up shut up shut up" over and over during meetings. (It's for me, not the people speaking.) If I'm really stressed I write biting commentaries about what people are saying.
If nothing else, I've since been able to cite Maddonna with a Long Neck as an example of Mannerism whenever I need to sound "arty."