Why Do All These Old Comics Smell Like Cat Piss?

It's been quite a while since I actually posted anything here. Which doesn't really matter because no one even reads this besides a bear cub, an asian, and a stalker that I have actively tried to contact... Oh, and Fred Phelps (Refer to godhatesfags.com for daily updates and picketing schedule.) Well, here you go three people and the beast from the Negaverse.

Today's post will just be a rant about how all my favorite LJ communities ever are either getting shut down or closing. First it was improved_archie, a hilarious little community that gave me hours of laughs about Pac Man with AIDS lesions and what a whore Veronica could really be. When it was gone it took a lot of laughter away from me and my children. Should have been enough for LJ, but no.

Now they have suspended comic_scans, which was the community responsible for some great old scans, as well as some of the best weird little Memes ever. These people were responsible for the Goddamn Batman! Well, now it's gone, and I am sad, and this is pointless... and badly written.

Well, I'll end this now. Fred Phelps, I'll see you on the 17th at the Elton John/Billy Joel concert. I'll be wearing the faux-fur coat and hot pink spanky pants.

A God among men and a man among Gods.

I am currently in the most emotionally distraught state I think I have ever been in over a death.

I've had a lot of things come and go, but there has always been one constant: Batman. But now, after reading Final Crisis #6, my world has been completely shattered, like that television screen we took a sledge hammer at the creek behind my old apartment.
I was hoping that this could have been one of Bruce's many doubles, but so far, all his proteges have been seen from, except for the man himself.

Until I find out that he somehow managed to escape fate I will probably be a mess who no one will want to talk to. I'll be even worse than when Kurt Vonnegut died.

(And I have never said this before, but hopefully everyone in the DC offices will give a good bitch slap to Grant Morrison, and also at least half the office should key his car... I'm serious.)

R.I.P, Batman, until I find out that this is one of your crazy charades that you like to do.

The Point Where All Our Ghosts Meet

I've been thinking this morning in my sleepless daze about relationships, mainly of the man I would like to have a relationship with, and I have come up with my own personal idea of the perfect man. So, um, here he is:

He would be at least two years older than me. Currently attending college for arts or music, whichever, I'm not picky, just as long as he's not in philosophy, I don't want to date someone in the same group as I am.

He will also be slightly taller than me, at least where I can lean down and rest my forehead on his chin, because that's an awkward thing I like to do. Maybe a little on the average side, beer gut welcome, and bearded, with a manly beard.

As far as personality goes, he should be nice, witty, smart; cause nigga better be able to read.

And he should drive a car, have a love for Jose Saramago, and a desire to live in Malta.

Not that much, but there he is, the perfect man... I may have just described 92% of all the guys I have ever been friends with, well, that's creepy.

かい人21面相

Quite and interesting case we have here: the Monster with 21 Faces, The Video Taped Man, The Fox-Eyed Man, the kidnapping Katsuhisa Ezaki, the self-immolation of police superintendent Yamamato of the Shiga Prefecture.

The Glico Morinaga Case is quite interesting.

"You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write 'Fuck you' right under your nose."

スーパーナチュラル

Of course, as usual, I don't really have anything that's really of any interest to anyone but myself to say.

It's been an all in all good week. I'm starting my diet soon, and I've cut down my soda drinking to about three cans a week, which is pretty good for me. Soon, I will start attending a gym and become a specimen of manly perfection.

I received a completely awesome uber-late birthday present from my friend Evan. The Hell in the Cell boxset has now been added to my collection of wrestling dvds, and has taken it's place on my shelf in between my Japanese Hardcore boxset and my TNA 2008 Pay-Per-View boxset. It is of course filled with all the exciting matches from when the WWF still existed as the name of the company, and when said company was still a contender in the exciting world of Wrestling, which, as the WWE, it has raped of much of it's intensity and action (especially what they did to that once wonderous show of violence and manliness called ECW). Which is why I'm glad they started showing TNA on T.V.

But now away from wrestling.

I had a delightful, albeit short, lunch with Joseph, Jenna, and Jessica today... it's kind of weird that most of my friends names start with Js. (Let's see, there's Joseph, Jenna, Jessica, Jaclyn, Jessica, Jessica, John, James, and Jessica.) They got food from a nice little place known as the Quick Trip, and I just ate my apple and drank my water. We had some nice conversations, and I got to see how much Joseph has grown since I last saw him... I remember when he used to be a midget, and now he's becoming a man.

Tomorrow, one of the other Jessicas, along with Molly, Jared, and Mikey are coming over and we're going to spend the night playing some Left 4 Dead. It should be a good night.

(Oh, the title has nothing to do with this post. It means Supernatural in Japanese, which is quite a good show... quite good.)

Blood and Titties

So, ever since Thanksgiving, and the incredible awkward pre-Thanksgiving get together... I'll talk about that later... I've been playing a lot of video games, and I mean literally somwhere between 24 and 36 hours of time has gone down the shitter.

Firstly, I beat Silent Hill Homecoming six times, got all the endings, all the stupid achievements and was left satisfied yet somehow hollow. It did turn out to be the third best of the franchise, behind 3 and 2 but it relied far too much on the film and wasn't even made by Team Silent, instead being made by Double Helix. At least Akira Yamaoka still did the sound design.

I followed that up with many rounds of Left 4 Dead, Mirror's Edge, and Dead or Alive 4. All great games.

Then I finally got around to playing, and subsequently beating, Ninja Gaiden 2 in all of a day, which made me sort of sad as I wanted more weapons to violently eviscerate the bad guys with... Oh well.

I am now trying to cut myself off from gaming for a while, going so far as to shove the X-box and it's bag in my dark, dank crawlspace.

(Oh yeah, the pre-Thanksgiving party... a lot of old friends, awkwardness on the part of one of my friends and his wife from who he is seperated, and a transexual... that is really all I want to say.)

I didn't really have anything I wanted to talk about so my shitty entry will have to suffice.

Seven months and counting till wrestling school.

Gauze

So, it has finally come to a head. With the inclusion of a book from Permuted Press in the Bartlesville Public Library, the undead take over of Bartlesville is finally making real head way.

You must be thinking "But sir, it's just one book, how can this signify anything big for the future of your favorite type of fiction." (I imagine that everyone calls me sir, because it makes me feel like I am a fifty year old man, which is my ultimate goal.)

I understand that this may not seem like a huge thing to you but for a library who once used to only carry classic literature and harlequin romance novels to now be carrying zombie fiction (not to mention books but known subversives... In a conservative community!) is a huge deal, that means what I've been trying to do has worked. Secondly, it's not fiction, it's speculative fact... stuff to happen in the future.

Now, I have to call the library and request more of such literature... and also get in contact with the Zombie Walk people sometime.

(I know, I'm way to excited about a genre that's been popular for over forty years now, but I'm still a fanboy, otaku piece of shit, so let me have my little joys.)

P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything in this post, it's just the album I happen to be listening to right now.