Today, the strange, tappy extensions of the things on the end of my arms shall beat out the misadventures of a man who has overly internalized philosophical quandries several times a day, who is increasingly angry and bitter, who just barely recognizes the connected implications of not feeling full familiarity with your own voice and the level of insulation you provide in your mind between the trivial parts of your everyday activities, habits, and flaws, and your more personal moments, who is di
Awright, Patriots! They beat the stuffing out of the Chargers. Heheh... This will go a ways toward reparing their reputation... You know, Bill Belichick was revered and regarded as a genius just two weeks ago... Just goes to show how fast critics turn on somebody without considering the facts. The taping was bad, yes, but the tape was confiscated before half time. Yeah. I'm a diehard Pats fan. Way to go.
...after I had goofed around a little. I was alone in the house, and humans knowing they aren't being watched being what they are, I was silly and wacky. Then, I laughed at my own antics and how stupid they were, as I stood reading a copy of the Boston Herald on the counter. As I looked through the first few pages, a thought crossed my mind: How did I look doing this, doing that? Then it got deeper. I realized that I didn't address myself by my name often, nor did I think of myself completely. T
LynZ, the bassist for Mindless Self Indulgence, has married Gerard Way, the frontman of My Chemical Romance. Yes, My Chemical Romance, hideously emo to no end. Considering MSI songs like 'Mark David Chapman', which mocks emo people, this should add a whole new level of awful to the signs of the apocalypse already visible. Seriously, if you're a Mindless Self Indulgence fan, you'll understand why this is so disturbing.
Running for the nearest bomb shelter with a shotgun, ammo, a laptop and his
School has thusly numbed my skull for the past several days... Darn, it's so familiar but everything's different... Everybody's divided up into their usual cliques and settled back into their old patterns, yet this is eighth grade, our last year of middle school. Darnit, I'm so paranoid about everything. However, I have been doing well in school. I apply myself to the work, and I get it done. In fact, I've gotten a ton of my homework done in school.
Okay, what I said about the comics wasn't
I go back to school on Thursday. I don't want to. I'm so nervous about it, and it feels like it was just yesterday that it was May 29th and I was having a blast with my dad seeing Hot Fuzz and going to the mall while my sister had a bunch of her friends over, and I looked up the Bravo series 'Dexter' on Wikipedia when I got home... And it feels like it was just yesterday that it was June 15th, and I was at Canobie Lake Park with my friends, going on wild rides and just having a ton of fun... Or
I've been listening to Johnny Cash's cover of the Nine Inch Nails song 'Hurt', and it's just so sad and emotional. The man was an exceptional musician... It's a shame he passed away... The four year anniversary of his death is coming up on September 12th.
I'm sorry for the lack of comics or updates... I was in Ohio for five days and got back last Wednesday, in addition to just being lazy.
Well, let's just say I said I'd update 'Late Saturday' instead of 'tomorrow' in my last entry, 'kay? Because pretending makes all the bad things go away, even the stupid people on the internets. Today's comic is my fourth. Yeah, I know you're all tired of me posting them out of order, or at least that's what I think, but hey, it beats not updating at all.
I got to go on Sunday, and it was great. My friend had an extra ticket, so he invited me, and I went there with him and his dad. MAN, IS IT COOL THERE. We had so much fun... Also, I gotted me lots of Batman merchandise! Man... And the day before that I went to Canobie Lake Park with my dad and sister! WOO! I enjoyed that. Heheh... Got a haircut today...
Posting of comics shall resume tomorrow.
...This is actually my sixth one, I just felt like making this instead of posting what I made previously.
...You can tell this is just being silly, right? Coz I like my readers to have a sense of humor, especially when I post complexities like this. See, I'm making fun of both sides of the subject at once. And just having fun.
EDIT: Republished for lack of comments.
Well, the slumbering beast squid that is my good friend Cthulhu the Dreaming has actually posted in his blog. And he's an awesome fellow, you should know that. His life is a very, very complex one, and the guy has to put up with all sorts of problems, every day. The man can be defined as a hero of the very twisted masses. Give his bloggy a gander:
This was actually the second one I did, before the noob one I posted earlier after midnight. You can tell because it's titled 'fun-with-scratch-02', if you check the image URL location. Yeah, I like this one best.
EDIT: No comments, republished.
Just some imagemongering via a program called Scratch, which is very fun to mess with. I in fact made a Sparta related animation with it. Nothing serious, just a small 'script' with pictures, and speech bubbles. It's complicated.
Wow, do I have a lot to say. Let me summarize it: I did a ton of stuff, had fun. Then my grandfather from Ohio came to visit, and he left yesterday after being here since Thursday. And it was GREAT seeing him again. We had a ton of fun. Also, today in Salem I discovered the Vallahalla of geekdom: A HUGE comic book store with SO MANY THINGS... OH MAN, I EVEN FOUND ISSUES ONE AND TWO OF THE JHONEN VASQUEZ COMIC 'I FEEL SICK'. RIGHT NEXT TO ORIGINAL ISSUES OF JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC AND THE BAD
Happy birthday to Bahrag Kal, one of the most imaginative, twisted, deranged, creative spirits I know. It's his seventeenth birthday! I've known him for over 2 1/2 years now, he rocks. However insane and antisocial he is, I identify with him. ...Well, that is the reason I identify with him. Heh. I made him some art for a present. Again, happy birthday to BK. Wish him a happy birthday as well, because the little gnomes in your head are in league with him and he'll know if you didn't wish him a ha
My grandfather, on my mother's side of the family, is coming to visit in a few weeks. He's got some memory trouble, and we're afraid it might be Alzheimer's, but so far things have been good and he's okay. Memory problems can be part of growing old, just because of that, growing old. I've really been worried about him, but two things have helped me: One, I gave him a phone call a few days ago and told him how much he means to me and how proud I am of him. I told him how I felt about him and all,
Apophenia. They say it's a tendency to see connections where none exist. I say apophenia doesn't exist. Everything is connected in some horrible, horrible way. That slightly bent spoon- If you hadn't set it down three seconds before 5:33 PM last week, you wouldn't have bumped into the wall, and your right foot wouldn't have hit it, and you wouldn't have had that limp the next week, and you would have been out of that bank before it was robbed and you were shot in the knees.
Or, it's all a c
I had an awful dream yesterday. I dreamt that my paternal grandfather had died. It was an extremely realistic dream, and it wasn't until I realized that the dream was taking place on Cape Cod and that my dad had just seen my grandfather yesterday that I woke up. To compound the creepiness, at Summer of Service yesterday, I did some work in a nursing home, such as steering people in wheelchairs to the barbecue, and stuff like that. It scared me how disabled and out of it they were, and it made me
I started going to a program called 'Summer of Service' at my local church on Monday. I went there last year. You go help out some charity or operation and then in the afternoon you play games. This year I'm only going on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays because of appointments and a Lego engineering course I'm taking.
I'm wondering, should McDonalds add new characters to its pantheon of characters? I have a few ideas...
Son of Hamburglar- Does horrible, horrible things in the name of burg
OCTOSQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID! Now isn't that cool, children? But watch out for the giant Hobosquids and Octotelemarketers... They's everywhere and they're out to eat our brains or some sort of vital organ. Or maybe just steal condiment packets from Taco Bell. Whatever.
I'm gonna listen to Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus" now, it makes me feel nostalgic.
Got back from the lovable region of Cape Cod around 12:50 today, and the trip was quick. Every since they got rid of that Sagamore Bridge Rotary the trip's been faster. No nasty traffic. This morning, we cleaned up the beach house and all with our relatives, and then we packed everything into the car. We had breakfast at this great diner called Larry's P.X. Restaurant, and we got our meals quickly. That place makes great pancakes.
We were on the road, and my sister was whacking everybody fre
Have you ever noticed how many cigarette butts you'll find in one given area? Or how many stores and locations are "No Smoking" places? Or how high cigarette sales have been and remain, and the same for the number of smokers? It's all connected. Every time a smoker goes into a no-smoking establishment, if they're smoking they have to put out the cigarette. Once they leave, they probably light another one up. Add that to laws about smoking in public places, your home, and wherever, and you realiz
It's now three hundred times easier to stalk somebody! Yes, I'm talking about the updates. Hellooooooooo, -----... Or perhaps -----? -----? Whatever, now I can obsessively track somebody and know that they're obsessively tracking me trying to find out why I'm obsessively tracking them to find out why they're obsessively tracking me! WOO! Now all that's missing are the Emo kids who are just a mustache away from looking like Hitler who "cut themselves" and write awful poetry about it in their blog
