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what's going on with that cat over there [Aug. 14th, 2009|11:20 pm]
[music |big bad voodoo daddy: reefer man]

thoughts.

cool beans.

member of the genus phaseolus, possibly also vigna (don't laugh), kept noticeably but not  uncomfortably below room temperature (traditionally 70 degrees fahrenheit, or 21 degrees celsius).

see also: wintry peanuts.

comedian jim gaffigan is 93% funny, 7% creepy. comedian brian posehn, on the other hand, is 76% funny, 24% creepy. so why, then, does an audience always laugh louder and longer at a posehn show?

 man, it's fucking hot in here.

human male, it (the hairy, bowler-hat laden character of "adam's family" fame, popularized  most recently by acclaimed character actor john franklin) is currently and for the indefinite  future engaging in coitus with an unpleasantly high temperature, all within this location (or, more abstractly, time-frame). more disturbing if one pictures tim curry as pennywise the dancing clown copulating with fictional adult film star and professional eroticist hot gates.

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farewell and adieu to you ladies of spain. [Jul. 6th, 2009|09:46 pm]
[Current Location |a couch that does not support life]
[mood |tired]
[music |crooked fingers: call to love]

new comic is up at living with toys. and also below.



why do you appear so tiny, comic? that is not what i want.

oh well. so fun fact: this happened (though in less exagerated numbers, the ants) some years back at a friend's house. however, the night i drew the comic i crashed downstairs on a typically unused couch. the next day at work, i found spiders crawling around on my shirt.

this is not okay.

i'm still itchy thinking about it.

rock on.
-dan-

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that's how we lost december. [Jul. 3rd, 2009|09:17 pm]
[Current Location |outside beneath an umbrella with wine]
[mood |comfortable]
[music |the real mckenzies: pour decisions]


went and caught public enemies last night, which was quite good. it is two and a half hours long, though, and it feels two and a half hours long, so if you see it i hope you like your butt and sitting on it. depp, bale, and cotillard all do excellent jobs, as expected, but it is the plethora of supporting "hey it's that guy" actors who really flesh the film out. bill cruddup is especially memorable as j. edgar hoover, stealing all of his scenes (and as well he should).

i know it's not the case, but at times it felt as if mike mann was unsure of his ability to make audiences feel what he wants them to feel, and supplements these with a poignant score. just to make sure everyone is on the same page.

tim pointed out to me (and thanks for that, by the way, now i can't stop noticing) that mann's films often have unnecessarily loud scores that seem to force emotion rather than allow it to manifest itself naturally. this is certainly evident in public enemies. there is a brief shot of depp as john dillinger crying which i thought was incredibly distracting. we know the scene is sad, dude. we don't need the visual exclamation mark for the cheap seats.

maybe i am a crazy person, but that one shot (thankfully, at the hour and forty-five minute mark, closer to the end of the film than not) pulled me out of the story entirely, and i never quite recovered from it.

my favorite thing about the movie? none of the action scenes (and there are many) are set to music. awesome. i love when this happens. i don't need an orchestra telling me this part is tense, there are machine guns happening. i'll figure it out thanks. this is such a peeve of mine that i have a tough time caring about an action sequence when it is set to music. it's the same reason i have a hard time watching sitcoms with laugh-tracks.

the it crowd and black books notwithstanding.

so by and large public enemies was quite good, but not quite great. 8 out of 10 ratings.

in other news, i doodled this on the card i attached to the gift i gave b and jax when they married.


rock on.
-dan-

addendum: i have been sitting outside as i write this, and thought the crashy explodey noises were fireworks. turns out it was a looming thunderstorm.
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got two eyes but you still don't see. [Jun. 30th, 2009|09:30 pm]
[Current Location |the most humid room in the universe entire]
[mood |sickish]
[music |tori amos: silent all these years]


this past weekend our great friends mr. b and mrs. jax went and got theyself married. whilst there, i managed to get good and diseased.

thanks, bob.

but that won't stop me from going out and having a round or few tonight.

have just now finished a bootle of:



domaine le briseau's you are so nice. quite tasty, actually, goofball name notwithstanding. loire valley blend of gamay and malbec. smooth as silk, medium-bodied, lots of nice bright fruit. had tonight with grilled beef and rice, but i think you could do just about anything with this. it's good soup.

also hey look i drew a thing.


this little darling is casey jones, who may (?) end up being a part of living with toys. that's the idea, anyway. but, you know...best laid plans of mice and all that.

rock on.
-dan-
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you've done things on this couch. [Jun. 29th, 2009|08:44 pm]
[Current Location |a different, less soiled couch]
[mood |sore]
[music |cee-lo green: suga baby]


so.

as i've started updating living with toys again, albeit on a weekly basis instead of daily as before, i've decided to start posting thoughts here in hopes of keeping you, dear reader, entertained throughout the week.

i'll try to post here at least in a semi-regular basis with: sketches and other assorted artstuffs, ruminations, and stories as well as letting you know when new things are happening with the comic.

case in point, there is a new page up.



first panel of today's comic, the rest of which you can find at livingwithtoys.com. query: would you rather see the entire comic here when it updates (mondays, by the way) or would you prefer the single panel with a convenient link?

rock on.
-dan-

addendum: don't know why above picture wasn't showing before. seems to have been taken care of now.
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"Living with Toys" News [Sep. 22nd, 2007|11:11 pm]
[music |Ten Story Relapse - Hell to Pay]

I've been running Living with Toys for about a month now. Exactly as many daily updates as you can shake a stick at!

Those of you who have been keeping up with the comic (and really, what's wrong with the rest of you?) have pretty much figured out the format. Ridiculous, possibly offensive gag followed by ridiculous, possibly offensive gag. Vague semblance of continuity,  perhaps? Well, all of that is about to change!

Kind of.

This Monday marks the beginning of an actual storyline. With plot and everything! Perhaps even repercussions for the future? No, probably not.

Also, I'm thinking of setting up an FAQ on the site. The first necessary step, of course, is to actually have questions asked, frequently or not. And here's where you come in, gentle readers. Any questions you have about the comic, feel free to ask. Comment here, or get in touch with me. E-mail thetricksterking@gmail.com or find me on AIM, my SN is thetricksterking (convenient and easy, right?). Who knows? Maybe your questions will make it into the comic.

Finally, if you're on MySpace, come and say hi at www.myspace.com/angryimpstudios. It's the easiest way to keep track of the comic, aside from checking the page out every day (which you should be doing anyway...daily updates and whatnot).

Thanks again for reading! Expect less blatant promotional updates in the future.
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Angry Imp Studios [Aug. 27th, 2007|08:29 pm]
[music |Chumbawamba - Mary, Mary]

Angry Imp Studios is now online, courtesy of Webcomics Nation. Right now, it is boring (except for the comic, I hope). Go check it out, let me know what you think.

www.webcomicsnation.com/thetricksterking/livingwithtoys
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Superbad. [Aug. 25th, 2007|03:14 am]
[music |The Fine Print - As Soon As]

I am really enjoying the resurgence of good, intelligent comedy. And while garbage like Who's your Caddy? will still continue to plague us until the inevitable zombie apocalypse, it's nice to see a talent like producer Judd Apatow (and his stupid, stupid name) rising in status after his crazy ridiculous huge hits Knocked Up and The 40-Year Old Virgin. You've come a long way from Freaks and Geeks, Judd.

On an unrelated note, Judd Apatow backwards is Wotapa Dduj. You may remember him as the famous Jawa Jedi Master who single handedly defeated Palpatine's first and mightiest clone, Dave.

Back on track, now. The film is nothing special in terms of plot (three high-schoolers plan to get laid before graduation. See also: every other movie ever fucking made ever). What the film does have are believable, fully developed characters coupled with excellent dialogue. Also, dick jokes. Dick jokes like they're the failing currency of an African country whose government was toppled in a violent military coup an hour and a half before the movie begins.

What really impressed me about the film was the unabashed way in which it revelled in the dominant aspects of the teen comedy. Almost every teen comedy tries to establish itself as the defining relatable film of its generation. Mine was American Pie. And let's be honest here, yours probably was too. But most every film before went about trying to hide this fundamental need for acceptance, Superbad positively relished in it. The irony, of course, being that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg wrote the film when they were kids.

Another thing I greatly enjoyed in the film was how it captured a sense of nostalgia without shoving it in the audience's collective faces like so much John Holmes. The scene where Evan, Seth, and Fogel are arguing about how to best go about getting a hold of liquor for a party legitimately made me miss my high school days.

I also greatly enjoyed the bittersweet ending, which hammered home the themes of maturity and growth hidden throughout the incessant dick jokes. Alfonso Cuaron had previously done the exact same thing in Y Tu Mama Tambien, and I immediately latched onto the similarities (which was ultimately distracting, though in retrospect no less effective). 

Now, despite the praise I've mounted on the film, I must say that it was not really that great. As entertaining as it was, it really wasn't much else. It was predictable and cliched, but seeing as how the plot was only really there as a formality, this didn't prove to be a problem. That being said, I enjoy my film with a little more substance. Superbad, while greatly entertaining (maintaining "truly epic lulz" throughout), it is ultimately forgettable. 

8 out of 10 units of measurement (possibly skewed by the company I had in the theater).

In other news, I have moved back up to Connecticut for the forseeable future. The plan is...and now you're pretty much at the same place I'm at. I had planned on leaving this past Monday, but failed to do so. On Tuesday, I made it to Baltimore in about 4 hours by finding myself a Statie doing 85 and riding his ass like a pornstar the whole way to Maryland. Come Wednesday, I made it here from Baltimore, again in about 4 hours, by being a speed ninja.

Brian and I are planning on going to Baltimore on the 8th and 9th for the Baltimore Comicon, but in my current financial situation (or rather, lack thereof) I'm not sure that will be possible. Crossing fingers here. Not necessarily my own, either.

Here's a comic, to keep you entertained.

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Event Horizon. [Aug. 9th, 2007|03:28 am]
[music |Primus - Hail Santa]

This film takes a lot of shit. And as well it should, honestly. It obviously tries too hard to capture the pseudo-sexual psychological tortures Clive Barker perfects almost carelessly, resulting in forced use of clichéd "disturbing images."

Maggots? Really? What do maggots have do with anything going on in the film? I mean, I suppose one could make the case that being the pupal state of one of the great survivors and adaptors of the natural world it actually fits in with the continuing theme of birth and gestation of the film...but that's one hell of a stretch. Granted, the conceptual imagery I will proceed to present is a stretch in and of itself, but the maggots were obviously put into the film to make you, the audience, feel perturbed. But they come about at a point in the film where we're long past fear.

Let's back-track a little bit. For those who man not know what I'm talking about, or who need a refresher course on what Event Horizon is in terms of plot, I offer this:

The Shining - (psychic retards and/or children) + 1/2 2001: A Space Odyssey 
1/2 Alien - (metaphor for the inherent strength of woman)                                          = Event Horizon

Are we all on the same page now? Good.

The film does deliver a stunning, terrifying ambience which contributes most (if not all) of the jarring horrors of the film. The score, by Michael Kamen heavily influenced by Orbital, is appropriately grinding and detached, further enhancing the experience (though not as well as ...28 Days Later, for example). The acting is superb (a post-Jurassic Park Sam Neill plays off against a pre-Matrix Laurence Fishburne, while the always welcome Jason Isaacs looms in the background). The characterization is spot on (the airlock sequence between Jack Noseworthy and Kathleen Quinlan is particularly difficult to watch) without being domineering (as in traditional horror cinema, the characters are instantly likeable and recognizable primarily because they are archetypes, facets of human psyche; this is in the same vein as superhero comics and classical mythology). The effects, while occasionally succumbing to the ever present cheese factor that plagues conventional science fiction cinema (especially in the mood-setting antigrav sequences, which are extremely difficult to take seriously...and is that a fucking X-Wing on the Event Horizon proper?) are generally well done and serve primarily to further the sense of foreboding that is accomplished so well in the first two thirds of the film. The set design is also very organic and effectively serves as a funnel for the audience's trepidations, even though it focuses a little too much on gothic sensibilties which, frankly, feel somewhat out of place (the Event Horizon herself is shaped like Notre Dame, and the engine room has spikes on the walls...seriously, why the shit would you have spikes protruding from the walls of your engine room?).

Yet despite all this in favor of the film, it is still considered by and large to be little more than a popcorn horror film with a weak ending. This is actually a similar reason as to why The Fountain is so often chided as being overtly pretentious and self-referential. At the risk of sounding condescending, this is a thinking person's horror film. It has to be viewed with a certain intellectual awareness or, frankly, it will end up a disapointing, lackluster gore-fest.

The major theme, and underlying metaphor, of the film is birth, itself a metaphor for immaturity and failure. Even the name, Event Horizon, is a term sometimes used to describe the moment a pregnant mother's cervix becomes fully dilated. Using Grant Morrison's chaotician theory of the universe as a gestating living organism, one may view the film (and in particular the Event Horizon herself) in this way. The ship is the fetus, with the universe itself being the womb. When the ship "tears a hole in the universe" and traverses into a parallel universe, it is actually breaking free of the womb. And while it is stated that the ship goes to "a place of pure chaos and evil," it is safe to assume that this is essentially what a newborn would feel as well, having newly been seperated from it's safe haven and thrust into a world of noise and light and staggering sensation. 

Evil is ultimately subjective.

But the ship doesn't remain in that other universe, it isn't actually "born." It comes back, and brings with it a form of sentient life. Here, the imagery of birth is skewed in favor of the theme of immaturity. Frankly, the ship is not ready to be born, and the events of the film are the universe essentially miscarrying the ship and the ship, as a living organism, fighting back in whatever way it can. The human cast, in this case, serves as the universe's antibodies.

Furthering this intricate web of metaphor stacked upon metaphor, we have Sam Neill as the Event Horizon's father and eventual son, enthrusting a neo-Oedipal cycle that reaches fruition at the climax of the film. Sam Neill's Dr. Weir is the film's classic hero, and while he ultimately becomes the film's antagonist, he remains the focal point of the story and thus remains the hero. With the (rather stereotypical) dream-sequence where he sees his wife kill herself and thus willingly becomes a part of the ship, he comes full circle from the ship's father to her unborn son. At this point, the film ceases to be a horror movie, and this is often when the typical audience loses faith in the film, and where most critics will agree it loses all of the momentum it has built up.

When next we see Dr. Weir, he is at the bridge in the captain's chair. In the fetal position. Almost immediately thereafter, he is forcibly extricated from the ship after breaking through a glass barrier (furthering the birth imagery). But, just as the Event Horizon was not prepared to leave the universal womb and is thrust back, only to be destroyed from within, Dr. Weir is also not ready to leave the ship and is then himself brought back (physically changed as well), only to be destroyed by the ship's defenses.

Certain aspects of the film, I feel, were included primarily to further cement it's pressence in the horror genre. While all manner of metaphor and meaning could be derived from the ship's penchant to have it's crew remove their eyes, it is safe to say that this was included to increase the gore factor. Overall, this film would have functioned much better on a much smaller budget and focusing less on the classic horror elements and more on the intellectual aspects that make the film what it is.

I'd call it a solid 7 of 10 (rating system of your choice). Definately a fun film to watch with friends in the dark with the volume all the way up. But also the kind of film one can appreciate alone. Make masturbation jokes as you see fit.

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Oh, Hello...You Must Be Sadam Hussein [Jan. 1st, 2006|03:14 am]
[mood |blitzed]
[music |TV, how I have missed thee]

Ah...I miss you, being drunk.
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I WOULD HIT THAT LIKE THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD. [Dec. 31st, 2005|07:08 pm]
[mood |three sheets to the wind]
[music |Billy Idol: White Wedding]

I said I'd update again sometime this year, and this does technically count. I'd update later, to get it as close to the line as possible, but in about 15 minutes I'm going to New York City, where I plan on drinking myself to newfound levels of invulnerability.

Happy new year, kids, and we'll see you all again in 1974!
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... [Oct. 28th, 2005|02:24 pm]
This is the end, for a while. I hope you enjoyed my sporatic updates. They'll be even more sporatic from now on. Those of you coming over tomorrow night, I'll see you then. The rest of you are more than welcome to. You have my number, or some way to get it. So give me a call sometime.

This is the fool, proven so once again, signing off indefinately.
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Every Punk Band Has Covered This Song [Oct. 28th, 2005|11:56 am]
[mood |unacceptably sober]
[music |Given Punk Band: I Fought the Law]

Halloween party tomorrow night. Looks promising.

Adam and the Magzeline will be here tonight. I approve of this. This is a thing I approve of, with my internal approval engine.

There are conversations with Lindsay, Jon, and Krystal that will be making their way into FACE! in the nearish future.

Wow, this entry sucks. It's going to die now. Like, seriously, right now.

*BANG.*

Dead.
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Fucking Harpies [Oct. 20th, 2005|04:06 pm]
[mood |having a nic-fit]
[music |Elton John: Rocketman]

I'll update again on Monday, as that's the next time I'll be here at the Y. Or rather, I might update again on Monday, as that's the next time I'll be here at the Y.

Go read http://cheston.com/pbf/archive.html for it is awesome and full of hilarity. For that matter, go to http://www.alienlovespredator.com for the same reason. Man, I could go on and on about the comics I think you should read.

But I won't.

Also, Domino was excellent, though not for everyone. If you like convoluted cinema with lots of sexuality, violence, and colorful language, go for it. Actually, the same applies if you like nunchaku. Or if you hate Beverly Hills 90210. Shit, it's not like you should go watch a movie just because I say it's good. The same goes for movies that I think are terrible. Don't ban a movie just because I do. Develop your own opinions, man. Once you've done that for movies, go on to everything else in the world.

Except for Van Helsing, of course. If you liked that movie, you need to get out of the gene-pool now. Adult swim time, Stephen Sommers get the fuck out of the pool.

Halloween party is still a go for the 29th (it's a Saturday). Everyone's invited. Unless you show up at my house and I tell you to leave, in which case I think you'll be able to figure out that you are not, in fact, invited. I'd apologize for misleading you, but I won't.

Costumes: Encouraged.

In other news, I'm working on yet another comic endeavour. Tomato ponder how long this one will last.

Also, hooray for FACE!. I'll get it online eventually sometime soon.

Adam and B and The Magzeline: Are you coming down for the party (and the surrounding weekend)? If not, fix it so you are.

Awesome thing of the day thus far: Mr. John's Tobacco Shop (I think they should call themselves "Tobacco Emporium" or "Death Merchants") is stocking Gauloises Blondes again. This is the face I make when I am happy to be dying of French.

Some of you out there know exactly what that's like.

Now it is time to have an adventure.

Away!
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It is wrong to eat Neil Gaiman's children [Oct. 10th, 2005|01:10 pm]
[mood |busy]
[music |Robyn Hitchcock: Elizabeth Jade]

If you read this,
even if we do not speak often,
comment with one memory of me.
It can be anything you want,
good or bad.
Just as long as it happened.
Then post this on your livejournal.
See what other people remember about you...

On another note, the best thing I can say about A Slipping-Down Life is that it has an awesome soundrack.

Today is a day for making hotel reservations for Ox and Micki's wedding. It is also a day for.

We're throwing a house-wide Halloween party on the 30th. Everyone is invited. I'm probably throwing a smaller party on the 31st (really just an excuse to watch horror movies and hang out) to which everyone is invited as well. IM me if I'm online, leave me a note here, or call me if you have any questions.
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An extensive and in-depth review of A History of Violence. [Oct. 7th, 2005|05:23 pm]
[mood |hungry]
[music |The I-Pods: Smorgasbord]

Goddamn.
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"Pretzel Rods strike again!" -Ox Hopson- [Oct. 4th, 2005|10:18 am]
[mood |reminiscent]
[music |The Kingsmen: Louie, Louie]

It has been an interesting few days, to say the least. Let's run it from the top.

Thursday.

Worked all day. Got paid at BBB. B came in that night. We went to Billie Joe's with Gendo to hang out with Little Sister. It was good happy times. This conversation came up.

Gendo: Didn't they have a nasty runner this summer?
Me: What?
Gendo: You know...a fuckery confrontation.
B: A what?
Gendo: A FIGHT!

Bobby Digital strikes again. And no, I don't mean RZA from the Wu Tang Clan. Apparently, when Bob was working at the school this summer, his co-workers dubbed him Bobby Digital. It took me a while to get the reference, I am sad to report.

We the four of us then went to hang out at Linz' place, then B and I went back to my place to crash. That is when my phone-charger got eaten by a bear.

Friday.

Worked at the Y until 5, then went to cash my paycheck from them. I approve of getting paid twice. Post work, B and I went to the Alehouse for lunch, then to watch Serenity.

Really cool movie, but it felt too much like a TV show (which is the point, of course, but that didn't stop it from getting on my nerves). That is, until you get the PROVERBIAL kick to the head that tells you, most decidedly, that this is NOT a television show. Rumor has it the film is supposed to be the first of three. Also, for those of you who don't know, it's the sequel to the unfortunately short-lived show, Firefly.

For those of you wondering why "proverbial" is capitalized above, I offer you the following conversation.

[After B has spent ALL DAY saying the word "proverbial"]
Me: Stop saying "proverbial!"
B: Why?
Me: SPELL IT.
B: P-R-E-V-
Me: It's "O" not "E."
B: Oh, "proverb" not "preverb." That makes sense now.

Post movie, B and I picked up 833R and went to John Roberts' to get drunk. It worked. We then went to Scooter and Kenny's (home of other humans as well) to continue getting drunk. Again, it worked. Then back to Bobby-Boy's to get more drunk. VICTORY ONCE MORE. Then things got dumb, and we went to visit Lindsay for a little while. Then home, where the sleep monster ate us.

Saturday.

Sam and Cyndi's wedding day! After a lot of running back and forth and finding out that after getting a phone charger, my CELL PHONE got eaten by a bear (oh goddammit) B and I met up with Krystal and Gendo to head to the wedding. First, a pitstop at Kroger to pick up lobsters. We named them Mordenkainen and Bigby (be happy if you don't get the joke).

If you're wondering why we got them lobsters, I'll tell you. This is Cyndi's second wedding. The first time she got married, the only gift they got were two live lobsters in a tank.

The wedding was beautiful. The church was roughly the size of my apartment, minus the closet-space. We had an excellent time, though after the wedding, this conversation came up.

[Sam was wearing a gun]
Me: Sam, just because you have a gun doesn't mean you have to jump it.
Sam: What?
Me: You leaned in early for the kiss. TWICE.

And he did, too. That was cute. We got a good laugh. After the ceremony, Krys went to Richmond.

The reception went really well, too. Cyndi forced Magilla, Adam, B, Gendo, and I to eat as much as we possibly could. Sam's aunt, who was running the bar, forced us to drink as much beer as we possibly could. The highlight of the evening, though, was getting the band to play "Drunken Sailor" for us while we all sang along. Badly. And with made up verses.

After the reception, we went back to my place where we met up with Lindsay and drank more until we all passed out. Good fun happy times.

Sunday.

Work, again. I went in half an hour late so I could say goodbye to Adam. B left after I got home from work. I watched Monster which would have been only mostly decent if it weren't for Charlize Theron. Also watched Coffee and Cigarettes which was a little slow at first, but then got much better. It is a film I approve of. Hung out with Lindsay for a little while, too, before crashing. Somewhere in there, my phone started working again.

Monday.

Yesterday was excellent. My power went out sometime in the night, and if it hadn't been for the garbage being picked up I wouldn't have woken up. But I did. Linz had lent me her car, so I went and payed rent before work. Work went really well, despite the mandatory "here's your shit for the week, I don't care if you're only here for 3 days" meeting. I got a lot done yesterday, and I've gotten plenty done today, so I'm not worried. After work, I payed electric, went home and had something to eat, then went over to Linz' to pick her up and go to E-B Games to buy a PS2-slim and X-Men Legends. I would've gotten the sequel, but then I wouldn't have played the first one. So I'm doing this first.

I also talked to Lindsey Bagley, the illustrious Butterfly, for the first time in 2 years. It went really well, even though it was a little awkward at times. I hadn't realized how much I had missed just hanging out with her. She sent me pictures of her cat, who is named Naui after the company that makes her diving equipment, and who is in fact not a cat but rather 20 pounds of fluffy saber-toothed tiger mixed with just enough bowling ball to hurt. She'll be flying up from Florida to Fredericksburg this weekend for a friend's wedding, so she's going to try and see if she can make it down to Lynchburg for a day or two before she heads back to school. That would be cool.

Linz hung out at my place for a while getting some work done and eating while I played X-Men. It was good times. But it was also early times.

Today.

Began at 4:30 in the morning (for the purposes of this experiment, the sunrise rule is NOT in effect. It will, however, be in effect for the rest of forever to avoid confusion) when my neighbor Ryan got drunk and started pounding at my door. We hung out for a while, and then I crashed again.

Now I'm at work at the Y until 3:30, then it's off to BBB from 5 until 11 (though hopefully it'll be 10:30). And then home to sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. Then tomorrow I work until 5, and then maybe Krys and I will meet up for dinner and/or a movie.

For now, though, it's back to the grind with me.
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"Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?" [Sep. 30th, 2005|02:06 pm]
[mood |introspective]
[music |Rise Against: Swing Life Away]

Last week, I was given a project at the Y: Design a YWCA super-heroine for the mentorship program. That project has since been changed to: Design a YWCA super-heroine TEAM for the mentorship program; and finally to: Develop a COMIC-BOOK for a YWCA super-heroine team for the mentorship program.

So that's what I've been doing all day. Drawing cartoons and looking on http://www.comicartcommunity.com/gallery for ideas.

I love this job, by the way.

Today was payday. Yesterday was also payday. I am ecstatic about this. I am so ecstatic that I'm going to drink until I can't see color. Though that plan also has to do with B and Adam being in town for Sam's wedding (tomorrow, and congratulations to them both). I won't post what B and I are getting them until after, for fear that they might find it. But fret not...it's devious.

Insert inane villainous laughter: here.

So the plan for the rest of the day is: survive until 5, go deposit my paycheck, pay rent and electric, buy a new phone-charger (mine got eaten by a bear or molested by aliens...I'm not sure which is worse), get 833R, get drunk. That's about it.

So tomorrow's the big day for Sam and Cindy. Krystal is going with me to the wedding, then she's trotting off to Richmond while I wander to the reception. I plan on going into work on Sunday completely hungover. Or better yet, still drunk.

Speaking of "still drunk," Pauly Shore will be performing stand-up here in Lynchburg on October 5th. Christ, how low can you get? I want to go, if only to see how far he has fallen from his hey-day as the star of such industry-changing films like Encino Man or Bio-Dome, not to mention the controversial and politically charged In the Army Now.

I hope Pauly Shore gets pushed down an elevator shaft onto broken glass. Broken glass with rabies.

I now have 21 FACE! which you all will hopefully be able to see online soon. I just need a functioning computer, internet access, and a scanner. Oh, and a website. Hmm...this may take a little longer than I had previously anticipated.

I plan on making FACE! one of the first series in my dream-project, Angry Imp Studios, along with Rivet, Prodigies, and the as-yet-unnamed-super-hero-epic, not to mention a haggle (yes, haggle) of other side-projects. I think I'll need more creators. I certainly won't be able to do the artwork for those last two I mentioned.

Had enough loser yet? Well, have you? Good. BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GETTING.

I'm done now.
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Re-Evaluate your Hatreds [Sep. 27th, 2005|09:21 am]
[mood |irritated]
[music |Bond: Explosive]

I've recently re-evaluated my hatred of the concept of time-travel. In part because I'm working two jobs and sleeping less than I ever did in college, in part because one of these jobs involves being nice to people who deserve to be shot in the genitals to ensure they stop procreating...but mostly because, quite frankly, some people just need to fucking die. At least once, and only for a little while. I would love to brutalize some people (like, say, for example...my psychotic crack-head neighbor, or given annoying customer, or that shit Billy we met at Waffle House one night who was well on his way to getting his ass kicked by the time we left). One act of anarchy and brutality later, go back in time and never do it. Yes, said aggravant would still exist and still be, largely, a waste of perectly good oxygen, but I for one would be able to tolerate it a lot better with all that aggression out of my system.

Well, now that that's over with...

I'm at the YWCA once more today, hence why some of you are seeing me on AIM. Hi, that's me right where my name has been absent from for so long. I've got a lot of work to do in the next couple of days, and it doesn't help that on a couple of occassions I'll be leaving here and going staight to Bed Bath and Beyond ("going straight to Bed Bath and Beyond" sounds like the worst contradiction ever, doesn't it?). My boss wants me to go into work on Friday after being here all day. After doing the same thing on Thursday and Tuesday. Hmm...let's think about this...drink? Or work from 9 in the morning until 11 at night? Let's think real hard on this.

I know this is a bit late, but the Baltimore weekend with Linz was awesome. The concert (Therion, Brave, Todesbonden, and Guillotine which we missed) was amazing. The con was spectacular. Hanging out with Micki and Ox, though, might have been the best part. I'm actually pretty excited about going to their wedding, free 833R notwithstanding. I am now the proud owner of a shitload of comics most of you have probably never heard of (with the exception of another PvP book), not to mention The Maxx, Aeon Flux, and The Tick on DVD. Not to mention a shitload of posters.

On top of that, Linz and I went to Hollywood Video last night, where they're doing 5 movies for $20. So I now also own Matchstick Men, Monster, Goodbye, Lenin!, Coffee and Cigarettes, and A Slipping Down Life.

Somhairle and Cindy are getting married on Saturday. Krys and I are going to the wedding, and then I'm hitching a ride with [insert given name here] to the reception, where I plan on drinking myself invulnerable.

I'm tempted to do that tonight, too. But I won't. I will, however, help Linz out with some things after work. Which is really just an excuse for me to cook for 10 people.

Also, I'm moving in May. I'm not sure wether I want to go to Seattle or Baltimore, but I'm getting out of here. As cool as this job is (and for all I bitch about it, it really is pretty cool), it's also a dead-end. There's nothing left for me in Lynchburg except to grow a little, learn a bit, and then move on.

On a final note, check out music from Bond. You can thank Snoggy for introducing me to them (they were not, in fact, the band I had been listening to when I was in my massive Apocalyptica kick a few years ago). I swear, if I had anything even remotely resembling a sex-drive, I would masturbate to the video for Explosive.

Now with that delectable image in your head, I leave to get some work done and goddammit if that phone rings one more time I'm going to throw someone off the roof and onto traffic after rolling them naked in broken bottles.

Addendum: Just found out Mr. B will be getting in tomorrow night. He'll be crashing at my place, presumably until Sunday. While this won't affect my plan to drink myself invulnerable (which, if you haven't noticed, is my new favorite phrase), it will give me an excuse to do so. Not that I needed one anyway.
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Hulk Smash. [Sep. 23rd, 2005|09:53 am]
[mood |infuriated]
[music |Nine Inch Nails: The Hand That Feeds]

Words cannot adequately express how angry I am right now. But that's not going to stop me from trying.

I'm getting off work around 5 today. After work, I'm going to call Somhairle and see if he's free. If he's not, I'm going to go home. At 7, I'll be at Little Sister's concert. Post concert, I'm going to drink until I can't feel pain, and then I'm going to find a biker rally and pick a fight. I'm going to find someone especially obnoxious (maybe Katie Couric) and proceed to curb-check them.

For those of you unfamiliar with the act of curb-checking, here is a public service announcement designed specifically for you:

How to Curb-Check like a Pro!

Step 1: Beat opponent to the point of embarrassment.
Step 2: Drag still-concious opponent to street curb.
Step 3: Command opponent to bite curb.
Step 4: Kick opponent repeatedly, as opponent will undoubtedly refuse to bite curb at first. Repeat step 4 until desired effect is achieved.
Step 5: Kick back of opponent's head. Hard.

Warning! Shards of teeth are liable to shrapnel in any given direction, so use protective eyewear when attempting.

This has been a public service announcement, brought to you by PRMonkey.
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