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Comment and I'll tell ya...
1 min read
Because I actually opted into this, and will likely only have to come up with one or two responses...
1. Tell you something I learned about by looking at your DA page for 13 seconds
2. Tell you a colour you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what comic, manga/anime, or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9. Dare you to post this in your journal!
1. Tell you something I learned about by looking at your DA page for 13 seconds
2. Tell you a colour you remind me of.
3. Tell you my first memory of you.
4. Tell you what comic, manga/anime, or video game character you remind me of.
5. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6. Tell you something I like about you.
7. Give you a nickname.
8. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9. Dare you to post this in your journal!
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Almost a year? Really?
1 min read
What amuses me the most is that I have so little to say.
Landed a real job up in the Northwest Arctic, so I have that going for me.
Creative output has been more or less nil, which, frankly, is how I like it.
Landed a real job up in the Northwest Arctic, so I have that going for me.
Creative output has been more or less nil, which, frankly, is how I like it.
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Nine Years On
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Nine years ago, a good friend of mine died in a senseless car wreck on the road to Valdez.
He was eighteen.... just like the rest of us from the class of 2000.
He was the only guy I knew who had no enemies. He was also possessed of an unshakable self-confidence and a generous spirit.
And the fact that he, of all people, died the summer we graduated is so goddamned tragic it's almost funny.
Almost.
Happy trails, man.
We still miss ya.
He was eighteen.... just like the rest of us from the class of 2000.
He was the only guy I knew who had no enemies. He was also possessed of an unshakable self-confidence and a generous spirit.
And the fact that he, of all people, died the summer we graduated is so goddamned tragic it's almost funny.
Almost.
Happy trails, man.
We still miss ya.
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Enough With the Watchmen Crap
2 min read
Seriously.
Fuck all of you.
The comic has been around since 1985, and yet now, ONLY NOW, do I see any of you fucking toads even PRETENDING you've read it.
And most of the pricks I've seen blathering about it clearly are only pretending.
The movie only exists because the X-Men films (shit) and Batman Begins (keen) convinced the spineless cocks who run Hollywood that this property was worth a go.
So they went in and butchered it (the way they do) and now, all of a sudden, everyone and their fucking brother is Rohrschach fanboy.
"But ____," you say, "surely if the movie generates interest in the comic, it can;t be all bad!"
To which I reply, "Screw you, anybody who takes the superheroic sub-genre of comic books seriously at all has already read it, or would have anyway."
And the hell of it is, Watchmen isn't even "groundbreaking" anymore.
It's one of the goddamn classics.
But do I see any of you drooling maggots giving, say, Astro City a whirl?
Of course not.
There isn't an Astro City movie to make you feel like you know what you're talking about.
And thank God for that.
Fuck all of you.
The comic has been around since 1985, and yet now, ONLY NOW, do I see any of you fucking toads even PRETENDING you've read it.
And most of the pricks I've seen blathering about it clearly are only pretending.
The movie only exists because the X-Men films (shit) and Batman Begins (keen) convinced the spineless cocks who run Hollywood that this property was worth a go.
So they went in and butchered it (the way they do) and now, all of a sudden, everyone and their fucking brother is Rohrschach fanboy.
"But ____," you say, "surely if the movie generates interest in the comic, it can;t be all bad!"
To which I reply, "Screw you, anybody who takes the superheroic sub-genre of comic books seriously at all has already read it, or would have anyway."
And the hell of it is, Watchmen isn't even "groundbreaking" anymore.
It's one of the goddamn classics.
But do I see any of you drooling maggots giving, say, Astro City a whirl?
Of course not.
There isn't an Astro City movie to make you feel like you know what you're talking about.
And thank God for that.
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Where the hell do I go from here?
2 min read
So, I've reached that point, that dreadful, awful point...
I need to find a job.
But more than that, I need to figure out what to do with myself.
Because I honestly have no idea at this point.
People ask me, "what do you like to do?"
And I have no idea.
My life has all of the direction of a damn leaf on the wind, with none of the fun poetic connotations thereof, and all of the bad stuff.
"You're young, you can do anything, anything at all!"
Yeah.
Right.
I'm so free I'm paralyzed.
When I filed for unemployment, as part of the schtick, they ask what my "career" is.
"I haven't got one."
I don't think it's really sunk in for them yet.
Hell, it's just STARTED sinking in for me.
I take pride in nothing I do. I take joy in very little I do. Mostly, I lurch through the motions to keep food in my stomach and roof over my head.
And it's all so damned POINTLESS beyond that.
I need to find a job.
But more than that, I need to figure out what to do with myself.
Because I honestly have no idea at this point.
People ask me, "what do you like to do?"
And I have no idea.
My life has all of the direction of a damn leaf on the wind, with none of the fun poetic connotations thereof, and all of the bad stuff.
"You're young, you can do anything, anything at all!"
Yeah.
Right.
I'm so free I'm paralyzed.
When I filed for unemployment, as part of the schtick, they ask what my "career" is.
"I haven't got one."
I don't think it's really sunk in for them yet.
Hell, it's just STARTED sinking in for me.
I take pride in nothing I do. I take joy in very little I do. Mostly, I lurch through the motions to keep food in my stomach and roof over my head.
And it's all so damned POINTLESS beyond that.
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