I tried drawing Odin, one of the characters from the comic idea floating around in my head, but it really, really sucked. Methinks I need more practice, considering the only thing I can draw consistently well are gigantic birds of prey that are also on fire ( Read more... )

I believe that I have become bored with writing. This matter, of course, bears deeper examination, because I know that I have yet to traverse every byway and hidden trail that words can offer up to my greedy mind, and there are greater depths still to troll in order to glean ever more meaningful approximations of my psyche through language. ( Read more... )

I decry the current trend of lackluster movies. I just got finished watching Falling Down, with Michael Douglas, the first time through, and was left thinking two things:

1. Comparatively, movies these days are about as entertaining as a giraffe sucking off a gorilla. No, wait, they're less entertaining; that would actually be pretty cool to ( Read more... )

splatterhouse

Why?

Edit: Nvrmnd.

This is why my friend, Mike, rocks: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=12488700&blogID=196858245

Also, I lost my job. I guess I should be thankful that I don't have cancer?

Sorry, Mike (and Crystal), not gonna be able to make it over there for Thanksgiving. It's 5 miles away, and I just don't have the energy to walk there. Maybe next year, eh?

Happy Thanksgiving.

Edit: Also, the phone keeps dying on me because I keep forgetting to put it on the charger. That's why I haven't called you back yet.

Ladies and gents, boys and girls, people-things of all ages, do you know what time it is? That's right, it's whatever the fuck the little clock in the right hand corner of your computer screen says it is! Now, who among you can tell me what else your computer tells you about your life? Moreover, do you ever wonder that if your computer is ( Read more... )

Boy do we have some characters that come into my place of occupation, know what I mean? I mean, characters, man. Surely you know. It's not just the calculatorily icy anathema of a denotation of the word, either. When you say that someone's a character, you do it with a sly grin and a wink, and not without some extent of grudging acceptance, ( Read more... )

I hate everything about myself, and the fact that other people don't hate me as much as I do makes me distrust them.

How was your day?

You know those guys that are supposedly adults but who seem to have never latched onto puberty to its fullest extent, lending them the appearance of a half-man/half-child demihuman whose age and (more importantly) alignment on the scale of good and evil can never be truly deduced? There's one of those things at my work. Sometimes I just want to ( Read more... )