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.

28 Famous Scenes of Murder and Verse

Thanks to SAME HAT! SAME HAT! I now know that Creation books will be releasing Kazuichi Hanawa and Suehiro Maruo's "New Atrocities in Blood" art book... the only problem, they are only releasing 50 copies of the book, which means I will not be able to get it before all the other violent manga enthusiasts have their grubby little paws on it.... What a sad day!

The Boxer

Here's how sad my life had become, it is now almost six and all I've really done all day is drink a bottle of Wild Irish Rose and listen to Emmylou Harris. Does that sound like a fulfilling day to anyone else? Likely not.

I still haven't gotten a job.... I need one of those.

Awkwardly, just after I finished typing that last fragment my mother came in and handed me applicant instructions for Phillips 66... Which is cool, gas station employee is the career that I've always wanted.

virelai ad mortem festinamus

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur,
Mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur,

Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur.

Ad mortem festinamus peccare desistamus.

Ni conversus fueris et sicut puer factus

Et vitam mutaveris in meliores actus,

Intrare non poteris regnum Dei beatus.

Ad mortem festinamus peccare desistamus.

Asleep in Green Country

Red Fox Grey Fox - Wait for Me, Abbey Bernstein, cover of a song originally by Small Towns Burn A Little Slower.

I don't really have much to say, nothing has really changed.

Reading Palms

Finally, I've been able to get sleep after weeks of trying and failing, trying and failing, trying and failing. I know why I can almost never sleep at night but I don't have to like it do I.

I woke up really early though, at like 3:52 A.M. if I remember correctly.

The moment I was fully awake, I slipped into some khakis, an old Anti-Flag shirt that I try not to wear but the material always smells of incense from that store that I purchased it from, and my favorite sweater that Courtney bought me a long while back, then I planted my wallet and cigarettes in my pocket and went for a long walk.

I explored many parts of town, places I had been with my friends before, places I have fond memories of. Like the church with the nice hidden hill that Robby, Jenna, and I used to sit on at night, smoking and looking down at the traffic, all the while listening to country music and talking about the future... and where I had that nub fight with Joseph and Robby in which we all got slammed into the concrete of the parking lot a little to hard.

There was also the old wall in the shopping district that we'd all sprayed our codenames on. There were also all the outlets that Robbz had placed on many of the surfaces around the town.
The road that Holly and I drove up and down till two in the morning on a day that I had to be at school early, yelling at passing people, and trying to figure out if her neighbors were going to tell her parents that they'd seen us acting like trapped animals.

Then there was probably my favorite place, the stoop in front of a small clothing store where Molly, Jared, and I used to sit at till we got tired, which usually took until about 5 in the morning. The place where we used to talk about all the things that had happened to us at school, the place where we'd tell each other wild sex stories, our hidden secrets... the things that we only tell the people closest to us.

Reliving moments of the past... Hopefully, I'll be somewhere different soon, to start this whole thing over again.

Names and Faces

It feels really weird when you know you know someone, and that you've known them forever, but besides that you can't remember who they are. You remember there name, your remember that you were connected in some way, but you don't know if you were friends or foes, if you hated them or absolutely loved them. You only know that they existed somewhere in your life and that they were there for long enough for there name to be remembered.

I've been having this happen all night, people will ask me about someone and I'll remember that I had a connection to them, but I pop up my memory file and it just says "You knew them for a couple years. You may have had 8th grade math with them." It's all very stressful.

Hmmm... Maybe I'll hunt these names down and find out exactly how I know them, and if I knew them well I'll find out if they have a husband or wife, if they have any kids, how they like there sandwiches, things that need to be known.

I don't really have a clever nonsequiter, so in other news... My little sister has a job now, I'm waiting for a call from my prospective employer which could be at anytime in the next two days, and I think I may becoming a stranger in this city. I think it might be time to actually leave, and stop just talking about it.

Passage from Time Quake by Kurt Vonnegut

At ten o'clock the old, long out-of-print science fiction writer announced it was his bedtime. There was one last thing he wanted to say to us, to his family. Like a magician seeking a volunteer from the audience, he asked someone to stand beside him and do what he said. I held up my hand. "Me, please, me," i said.

The crowd fell quiet as i took my place to his right.

"The universe has expanded so enormously," he said, "with the exception of the minor glitch it put us through, that light is no longer fast enough to make any trips worth taking in even the most unreasonable lengths of time. Once the fastest thing possible, they say, light now belongs in the graveyard of history like the Pony Express.

"I now ask this human being brave enough to stand next to me to pick two twinkling points of obsolete light in the sky above us. It doesnt matter what they are, except that they must twinkle. If they dont twinkle they are either planets or satellites. Tonight we are not interested in planets or satellites."

I picked two points of light maybe ten feet apart. One was Polaris. I have no idea what the other one was. For all i knew, it was Puke, Trout's star the size of a BB.

"Do they twinkle?" he said.
"Yes they do," i said.
"Promise?" he said.
"Cross my heart," i said.

"Excellent!" he said. "Now then: Whatever heavenly bodies those two glints represent, it is certain that the Universe has become so rarified that for light to go from one to the other would take thousand or millions of years. But i now ask you to look precisely at one, then precisely at the other."

"OK," i said. "I did it."
"It took a second, do you think?" he said.
"No more," i said.

"Even if you had taken an hour," he said, "something would have passed between where those two heavenly bodies used to be, at, conservatively speaking, a million times the speed of light."

"What was it?" i said.

"Your awareness," he said. "That is a new quality in the Universe, which exists only because there are human beings. Physicists must from now on, when pondering the secrets of the cosmos, factor in not only energy and matter and time, but something very new and beautiful, which is human awareness."

Trout paused, ensuring with the ball of his left thumb that his upper dental plate would not slip as he sad his last words to us that enchanted evening.

All was well with his teeth. This was his finale: "I have thought of a better word than awareness," he said. "Let us call it soul."

(Nothing to say really, job interview in an hour.)

By request of the old man that his body never lay out of ear shot of the town's bells.

It's been a rather exciting past two days. I've got a lot of things done, filled out some paper work. I'm waiting for a call from a prospective employer, which hopefully comes soon. Then I need to go sign some papers for this beautifully house that I found that hasn't been occupied for a very long time, I hope it's a murder house.

I watched the Fountain today, such a great movie. I like the interweaving of different philosophies and religious beliefs.

I think I might watch the Seventh Seal later.

Also, I need to get out of this house and go somewhere, spend some time with someone else, besides just Billy.

José Saramago...

At first I was really not excited about the film adaptation of Nobel Prize winning novel Blindness by José Saramago. Almost everytime a book is picked up by a movie studio it is inevitably ruined in some way, but after reading a little more about it I'm losing some of my gaurd towards it.

The first thing that made me drop some of my gaurd is the fact that the movie was directed by Fernando Meirelles, director of the amazing film adaptation of City of God by Paulo Lins and also the adaptation of John le Carré's (David John Moore Cornwell) The Constant Gardener. So that's got me letting up abit on my fear towards letting this film be directed.

Also, the film will not have the characters named, just like the book. I love that they kept that in because it forces you to actually watch the movie, and learn about each of these characters so that you can have a way to describe them. It might be hard for some people to watch, but oh well.

The producer and screenwriter also went to Saramago and spoke to him personally to get that rights to making the film and let him have his demands about what had to be in the film, which should help the movie stay faithful.

There have been some critics who don't care for the film, but most of their articles make it seem like the haven't even read the novel.

(Oh yeah, I read all the books that this author has directed film adaptations for last year in my reading for personal pleasure class... I wonder if he'll think about doing an adaptation of The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.)

Classifieds.

I'm beginning to scare myself, not in the good ways like thoughts about maiming your enemies with a hockey stick covered in bent nails but in the awkward what-the-hell-am-I-becoming sort of way.

Firstly, I've become unnaturally obsessed with the V-neck shirts from American Apparel, which may not sound weird, but anyone who knows me knows why that's a scary thing.

Secondly, I've begun to actually be able to go to sleep normally at night, which shouldn't be a bad thing, but I actually do have literal insomnia, so it's really awkward to wake up at 8:00 in the morning like some people.

Lastly, and the major one, is that I'm beginning to develop an interest in a really good friend of mine. Until recently I've viewed this person as nothing more than a really good friend and someone who's fun to hang out with when I get the chance. But now, I've begun to notice that there is a really subtle sexiness and confidence to him that really isn't common to most people, like he's really comfortable in his own skin, it's a really attractive quality.

The bad thing is I'm don't think he's gay, even though we do flirt and play around there's never been anything sexual or romantic about it, it's just two friends teasing each other, but everyone else I talk to are pretty sure that he is a queer. I don't know what to do, I hope to be able to talk to him about it one day like I've done with other friends that I've had an attraction to.

Oh well, I'm being melodramatic.

I'm going to go buy a canteen, because I want one.

ALSO, I have to remember to tell Shawnte that she is marrying a douche bag.

What's On The Auction Block?

I can never seem to go to sleep while it's dark outside, ever, I think I'm just going to try to stay awake for the day and try to go to sleep tonight.

I've just been sitting around since Billy and my sister went to sleep at around three. I read a few pages from Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, which I'm slowly making my way through, also read the first five issues of Gilbert Hernandez's new work Speak of the Devil, it's quite good, but had a quick switch in the middle of the story that was really unexpected. I'm about to start reading some of the beginning issues of he and his brother Jaime's most famous work Love and Rockets.

When Billy wakes up we're going to watch Stranger's with Candy and look for houses on the West Side because they're fucking cheap and ghetto as hell. Hopefully we'll be able to find one that we can agree on so we can get our own place soon. I need to fill out some more job applications today as well... It's going to be a mostly work day which should keep me awake.

I think I'm going to go take a shower in a minute and maybe eat something, since I didn't eat anything yesterday on account of waking up at six at night.

Conjuring Up Concrete.

I'm finally back, after three weeks I'm back in the Ville. It's nice to be back.

A couple of things have changed since I was last here; we got a new kitten named Norma, she's tiny and a feisty bitch, got a new computer chair, wi-fi internet, a new Batman action figure from some friends of mine. Little things.

I need to get a job now. I'm going to put in applications to Sitel, Hastings, and a few other places over the next few days. I'm also talking to Billy about getting our own place, which would be awesome, so I'm going to start searching the papers after I get a job.

I also think I'm going to go to RSU for my basics next year instead of moving to a new place my first year of college.