So in the last two days I have slept close to 24 hours. Now I am officially back in black and ready to go. Man hibernation is kinda crazy.
Anyway I really want to do the post modern porn thing. But I am going to spend longer than a week doing it, and since I write so slowly I am really going to be stuggling with NANO soooo that is just going to have to get held off for at least a month which is sad *cries* but that's okay. It will give me time to start gathering materials up and such. I'm realizing now that I am going to need Lacan for some of this. Lanan is one of those people who I keep coming back to again and again even though I don't want to. See I love Bauldillard, he is my buddy. Yet, most of my stuff involved either Kant, Lacan, or terrible combonations of the two which have caused me quite a bit of sanity loss. However, Lacan says all these badass things about metaphores, and I am going to be tackling a genra of entertainment where a woman sticking an octopus into her vagina is a form of entertainment. There is something there. I guess I could also do something with the animal phase as normative but if I did I think I'll end up condeming certain sexual practices and that isn't the point of the post modern pornography project. Wow what amazing alliteration and I can abriviate it to PMPP which is exciting.
I think I am going to try to motivate Sasha into writing one of two things for it. Hey Sasha! DO IT! I'd ask evan but I don't know about his porn consumption habits. I also don't know about how he feels about post modernism. But if your interested evan you are welcome to join us. I think if I write two ten page things and Sasha writes two 5-8ish page things we will end up anywhere from 30-40+ pages which we could put in a nice cuuuuuute little book that we can pull out at certain times to look at then cuddle. Optimally we would also write at least one essay together. Cause that would be fun, distance and lack to time could be a issues but nothing that can't be overcome with a lil effort. So that should totally happen. I'll do some of the organization work in the middle of November.
So until then? I dunno. I really want to work on some vampire decks because they make me happy but that requires monies. I dun't wanna spend it though. I DO wanna get the last two big boxed expansions for Arkham. I still dun't wanna spend teh monies. So I guess I need to write some more fictions.
I've been really bad about that and I am not entirely certain why. Part of it was my compy breaking, and teh sickness. That did take up an entire week which is pretty sad.
Oh another thing I want to get better at is reviews. I am not talking about normal this product gets a 9.5 review but rather thouse sorts of reviews where they will talk about the product then they will go off on tangents related to the projects for a couple of pages then they will come back to the product...why I am saying product it is always either a book or a movie... anyway they come back to the book at the end.
I tried doing that with both Ultimatum and Irredeemable but it didn't go so well. I kinda wanna try it again, I'm thinking with Ultimatum but I am not so sure. I might do that tonight also, depending on how the fiction thing goes.
Oh yeah dungeon fighters keeps crashing my computer and that makes me ultra sad. *Cries* I miss playing it.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Irredeemable
I like adding extra letters to words that already seem like they have to many letters in them. I do so miss the days where spelling was a matter of style and not a way for people to feel supurior to other people who have better things to do rather than sit around and memorize proper spellings. But I digress...which should be impossible because I haven't begun yet.
Irredeemable.
There is a trope that is developing, or maybe it is already here. It is the idea of what happens when Superman goes bad. Not even bizzaro superman style I am talking bat shit peanut butter and banana sandwitch butt fuck evil. What do you do? Who do you call?
The answer? No one. Your heads and pray to whatever god is left standing. Irredeemable proudly has a volume one on its spine promising more to come. So don't expect everything to be wrapped up right away. However, unlike Black Summer where the super hero in question really thought he was doing good, this guy is very specifically doing some pretty terrible things. Terrible like wiping Singapore off of the face of the earth,
It is an interesting concept though. Most of the initial book is people slowly realizing that they never really got to know the Plutonian (ie superman). They never understood his motivations, where he came from, if he was an alien of some sort or a kind of mutant. People were just happy he was thier side. Which brings up a sort of frightening point about superman. Most people in the DC universe don't know jack about him. They don't. They know he was an alien but they don't know of his up bringing and what guides his moral compass. So when the Plutonian snaps his former team mates immeadiatly scramble to start trying to find any sort of clues as to what happened. Then they started hunting down his alternate identities, ex girlfriend, where he grew up, and where his most powerful villian had fucked off to.
It is dark, frightening and clausterphobic. One of my favorite moments is when the Plutonian comments that he fills people's worlds with magic and miracles. For the most part people are greatful but he can hear everyone who complains that they didn't get saved fast enough, or well enough. In a crowd of thousands there is at least one making fun of his costume, or complaining about something. I could see how that could wear away on a man. Always alone, feeling the tendrils of resentment. There really are people who do nothing but run around and bitch about everything.
The thing is I already feel that the world is filled with miricales and magic. It is an amazing world that we live in, it just needs to be looked at the right way. All around me I see people who are so focused, not just on the negative but on a negative that just doesn't bloody matter. I've had days where I sysmpathise with the Plutonian I really do. Fortunatly thouse days are usually very short lived. I like the book though, it made me want to go and reaccess the things that I am greatful for, and the things that aren't so great right now? Well they could be a hell of a lot worse.
I'm feeling better by the way. Time to get to work then.
Irredeemable.
There is a trope that is developing, or maybe it is already here. It is the idea of what happens when Superman goes bad. Not even bizzaro superman style I am talking bat shit peanut butter and banana sandwitch butt fuck evil. What do you do? Who do you call?
The answer? No one. Your heads and pray to whatever god is left standing. Irredeemable proudly has a volume one on its spine promising more to come. So don't expect everything to be wrapped up right away. However, unlike Black Summer where the super hero in question really thought he was doing good, this guy is very specifically doing some pretty terrible things. Terrible like wiping Singapore off of the face of the earth,
It is an interesting concept though. Most of the initial book is people slowly realizing that they never really got to know the Plutonian (ie superman). They never understood his motivations, where he came from, if he was an alien of some sort or a kind of mutant. People were just happy he was thier side. Which brings up a sort of frightening point about superman. Most people in the DC universe don't know jack about him. They don't. They know he was an alien but they don't know of his up bringing and what guides his moral compass. So when the Plutonian snaps his former team mates immeadiatly scramble to start trying to find any sort of clues as to what happened. Then they started hunting down his alternate identities, ex girlfriend, where he grew up, and where his most powerful villian had fucked off to.
It is dark, frightening and clausterphobic. One of my favorite moments is when the Plutonian comments that he fills people's worlds with magic and miracles. For the most part people are greatful but he can hear everyone who complains that they didn't get saved fast enough, or well enough. In a crowd of thousands there is at least one making fun of his costume, or complaining about something. I could see how that could wear away on a man. Always alone, feeling the tendrils of resentment. There really are people who do nothing but run around and bitch about everything.
The thing is I already feel that the world is filled with miricales and magic. It is an amazing world that we live in, it just needs to be looked at the right way. All around me I see people who are so focused, not just on the negative but on a negative that just doesn't bloody matter. I've had days where I sysmpathise with the Plutonian I really do. Fortunatly thouse days are usually very short lived. I like the book though, it made me want to go and reaccess the things that I am greatful for, and the things that aren't so great right now? Well they could be a hell of a lot worse.
I'm feeling better by the way. Time to get to work then.
Ultimatum
Man I like comics. I do. I think it has to do with the style of story telling or some such thing. Or maybe it is the intersection of two art forms from two individuals to create a whole that is greater than the sum of their parts. Or something. I don't know.
What I do know is the Loeb penned something called Ultimatum and it is supposed to be one of the most horrendus comic atrocities produced in the last ten years. Tonight I read it.
See some comic book fans are insular, whiny, arrogant sons of bitches. People like the "comic book guy" from the simpsons, yeah they exist. They are even yellow and have 4 fingers. When big shake ups happen then tend to flood the internet in droves speaking as one, they make the ten minuts of hate look like a boxed social. I swear. So I tend to take the horrid gnashing of teeth with a grain of salt, and bravely I went to Barns & Noble for a diffrent purpose. Having failed in that purpose I sat down and read Ultimatum.
It was terrible.
First the trade. Lets talk about it on a superficial level. The trade itself is incompleate. The idea of a trade is to take the core of the story and stick it in one place for easy centralized reading. Some when I am reading a trade and all the sudden, Spiderman is dead, the hulk went on a rampage, the dread Dommuru is stalking the earth with Jonny Storm trapped in his pendent, and Dr Strange dies in some pathetic way...well yeah. We are literally dropped from a page of dfialouge into the middle of a fightscene with absolutely no context. Clocking in at a measly 144 pages, the book itself could of done with another couple of comics worth of information just to help make sense of it all.
And you know it is bad when I focus on the superficial stuff first.
The store itself is...well it is kinda pathetic. Magneto reverses the earth's polarity causing earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tidal waves, blah blah blah. That sucks. Lots of snazzy people died in the initial wave of destruction, like Night Crawler and The Human Torch, as well as some others. So everyone geared up to go fight the big M himself. The thing is they couldn't kill him right away. They needed him to fix the earth magnets so our planet wouldn't go spinning out of orbit. As a result more heros died.
Here is the thing though. With the exception of Professor X and Thor, the way these people died is the same way red shirts die in start treck, or the way no name officers get cut down in Dynasty Warriors. They were dispatched with nary a second thought. Dr. Strange charged as Dommeru and ends up dead less than an instant later.
See I am all for putting a bomb in a clostet and clearing house of charecters that are dragging the narration down but this is rediculose. It is almost like the inverse of plot immunity. You must die for the body count will rise and it will add to the tragidy. People reduced to rosencrantz and guildenstern marching fowards for the readers...what? At the end of the day if feels as if nothing has been accoplished. Sure sure Marvel's ultimate universe is now a very diffrent place than the regular one. I predict that Woliverien will be back but really what was the editor thinking when he green lighted this mess?
Oh and mutants were all built in a lab by people to be super soldiers SUPRISE! Come come now. All in all it feels less like something that has been written and carefully planned out and more of just covering every square inch of the ultimate marvel universe in dirt calling it extream and then making the X extra big with senseless death and pointless revelations.
I'm sure this series has it's fans. They are strange. I am not one of them.
I am glad I read it though. Sometimes it is good to read something ultimatly aweful just to center yourself on what is really worth reading.
For example I read Irredemable immeadiatly afterwards. Now that was worth while.
What I do know is the Loeb penned something called Ultimatum and it is supposed to be one of the most horrendus comic atrocities produced in the last ten years. Tonight I read it.
See some comic book fans are insular, whiny, arrogant sons of bitches. People like the "comic book guy" from the simpsons, yeah they exist. They are even yellow and have 4 fingers. When big shake ups happen then tend to flood the internet in droves speaking as one, they make the ten minuts of hate look like a boxed social. I swear. So I tend to take the horrid gnashing of teeth with a grain of salt, and bravely I went to Barns & Noble for a diffrent purpose. Having failed in that purpose I sat down and read Ultimatum.
It was terrible.
First the trade. Lets talk about it on a superficial level. The trade itself is incompleate. The idea of a trade is to take the core of the story and stick it in one place for easy centralized reading. Some when I am reading a trade and all the sudden, Spiderman is dead, the hulk went on a rampage, the dread Dommuru is stalking the earth with Jonny Storm trapped in his pendent, and Dr Strange dies in some pathetic way...well yeah. We are literally dropped from a page of dfialouge into the middle of a fightscene with absolutely no context. Clocking in at a measly 144 pages, the book itself could of done with another couple of comics worth of information just to help make sense of it all.
And you know it is bad when I focus on the superficial stuff first.
The store itself is...well it is kinda pathetic. Magneto reverses the earth's polarity causing earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tidal waves, blah blah blah. That sucks. Lots of snazzy people died in the initial wave of destruction, like Night Crawler and The Human Torch, as well as some others. So everyone geared up to go fight the big M himself. The thing is they couldn't kill him right away. They needed him to fix the earth magnets so our planet wouldn't go spinning out of orbit. As a result more heros died.
Here is the thing though. With the exception of Professor X and Thor, the way these people died is the same way red shirts die in start treck, or the way no name officers get cut down in Dynasty Warriors. They were dispatched with nary a second thought. Dr. Strange charged as Dommeru and ends up dead less than an instant later.
See I am all for putting a bomb in a clostet and clearing house of charecters that are dragging the narration down but this is rediculose. It is almost like the inverse of plot immunity. You must die for the body count will rise and it will add to the tragidy. People reduced to rosencrantz and guildenstern marching fowards for the readers...what? At the end of the day if feels as if nothing has been accoplished. Sure sure Marvel's ultimate universe is now a very diffrent place than the regular one. I predict that Woliverien will be back but really what was the editor thinking when he green lighted this mess?
Oh and mutants were all built in a lab by people to be super soldiers SUPRISE! Come come now. All in all it feels less like something that has been written and carefully planned out and more of just covering every square inch of the ultimate marvel universe in dirt calling it extream and then making the X extra big with senseless death and pointless revelations.
I'm sure this series has it's fans. They are strange. I am not one of them.
I am glad I read it though. Sometimes it is good to read something ultimatly aweful just to center yourself on what is really worth reading.
For example I read Irredemable immeadiatly afterwards. Now that was worth while.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Licking Puss from Nugle's Lips
Yeah that's what Nurgle looks like. In the warhammer universes he is the god of disease and he used to be my hero before I switched over to Slannesh.
Suffice to say I r sick. Not SICK sick. I mean I am not dying or anything, but I am definatly sick enough to get seriously slowed down. It caused me to cancel my writing fesitivies tonight and I am unable to read. I am really annoyed.
In good news my computer seems to be alright. For those of you who didn't know my computer started to freeze at boot splash screen. I couldn't access the boot menu, restore menu, or the bios menu. Well after doing all sorts of stuff including removing the CMOS batter I finally got it to boot back up again. Then I ran two diffrent virus scans, backed up some essential files, and just ran an extensive test of my ram. All systems are apparently go. It did have a pretty hard crash right when it happened so I guess that had something to do with it. I'll keep telling myself that and maybe I'll someday believe it. So anyway I am starting to get behind on things and now I am sick which is PISSING ME OFF. So I need to sit still for a bit while my immune system goes and commits genocide. Before that though I am busting out a to do list so when I get back in gear I will be ready to go straight off.
1) Reply to Sasha. Yeah what the fuck. She hasn't touched he blog for months on end and all the sudden she tosses out 80 posts in 3 days. I want to write some direct replies to her stuff because some of her stuff warrents it and it is fun. Also I want to do some spin off posts of her stuff.
2) Catch up with Serial Shorts. I might do that tonight, but I really want to lie down.
3) Write some mother fucking fiction. This shouldn't be hard. Girl and the Jester meet the King of Pain (fake one not the real one) GO!
4) Girl and the Jester have a picnic with Death and the Devil there that is two scenes + a whole outline and more of Ben's story. Don't be an asshole.
5) All sorts of news articles I want to post and comment on. One is a christian church burning a whole bunch of bibles, and the other is a retirement community trying to evict a 6 year old girl. Yeah this is shit you can't miss.
6) Do peliminary reading for post modern fetish project. I need at the very least chapter 1 of precession of the simulacrum and 1000 Platueas, also prolly the masochism book will come in handy. Good thing I didn't throw my copy away...even though it is its own ecosystem at the moment
7)Oh advice for evan as to how to generate traffic.
8)...profit
9) Finnish up project X. I have no idea what the mental holdup with that is but jesus this one shouldn't be hard. I want it in the mail by the 31st.
and okay my strength is starting to give out and I am extra not feeling good so I am going to go play dynasty warriors or something.
Monday, October 19, 2009
God Devouring Stance
I like that phrase. Yeah yeah it is very exalted but I don't give a damn. Or should I say fuck I don't paticularly care.
I was going to write something else and a little bit of fiction but damnit it is really cold in books a million and I don't feel like going back out to my car to get something warm to wear. Jesus I think it is colder in here than it is outside. Also my hands are dry and that makes me ever so slightly annoyed. Alrighty, lets go foward a bit.
So I was going to write about some of the frustrations I was having with the world around me. So many people rail against the government but they won't lift a hand to help improve anything. If they do lift a hand it is usualy to lash out against the government instead of working to make things better.
People love to talk about the poor like they are one unified whole instead of a clump of individuals who are bound together by nothing more than ecconomic circumstances which is the flimsiest of ties. I hear it all the time, poor people are the noble workers who are beaten down by the system, and then I'll hear someone else saying that they are all lazy incompetent morons I hear that their violence is justified, and that they both deserve and don't deserve handouts. Of course no one thinks of the poor as more than one thing. Nope the poor is unified, we are the poor, we will assimilate. Poooooor. It is a bunch of crap and I really hate it when people talk about the poor as singular and solvable. They are people and their various situations are as varied as they are.
Then the objectification of women in porn. God that bugs me. Like there are no men in porn what so ever. Or that male on male porn isn't just as objectifying. Then there is porn where objectification is part of the fetish, like in certain bdsm pornography. So when we talk only about the poor poor women, compleatly ignoring everything else it starts to raise my hackles.
Then there is the bdsm community in general. Jesus god what the hell is wrong with most of these people? Yeah so I like to recieve and occationally give signifigant ammounts of abuse. I would like to wear something other than those retarded leatherdaddy harnesses.
But then I see things that give me hope. Some one was talking about GRUE a bondange festival up in New England somewhere. The guy was happy to of been there, and in awe of all the things he still had left to learn. His new interest has become speed bondage, which I admit is something I've always had in the back of my head as something I want to do and something I would love to learn about. It is pretty neat sounding. In case you don't know it is basicly tying someone down who isn't 100% passive. It is an essential skill for the Dom with a bratty sub. Or at least it should be.
I love bondage. I love it deep down to the bottom of my soul. I love the knots, the ritual, the relationship that comes along with it, and all the other things. I love how complex it is. There is so much to learn, and yet...yet... I've done so very little of it. Which is horribly sad. Oh well they is plenty of time to fix that. Anyway my hands are numb and I really feel doing something else, tonight is a good reading night or something like that. I have De Sade's Vallet waiting for me which is pretty exciting.
I was going to write something else and a little bit of fiction but damnit it is really cold in books a million and I don't feel like going back out to my car to get something warm to wear. Jesus I think it is colder in here than it is outside. Also my hands are dry and that makes me ever so slightly annoyed. Alrighty, lets go foward a bit.
So I was going to write about some of the frustrations I was having with the world around me. So many people rail against the government but they won't lift a hand to help improve anything. If they do lift a hand it is usualy to lash out against the government instead of working to make things better.
People love to talk about the poor like they are one unified whole instead of a clump of individuals who are bound together by nothing more than ecconomic circumstances which is the flimsiest of ties. I hear it all the time, poor people are the noble workers who are beaten down by the system, and then I'll hear someone else saying that they are all lazy incompetent morons I hear that their violence is justified, and that they both deserve and don't deserve handouts. Of course no one thinks of the poor as more than one thing. Nope the poor is unified, we are the poor, we will assimilate. Poooooor. It is a bunch of crap and I really hate it when people talk about the poor as singular and solvable. They are people and their various situations are as varied as they are.
Then the objectification of women in porn. God that bugs me. Like there are no men in porn what so ever. Or that male on male porn isn't just as objectifying. Then there is porn where objectification is part of the fetish, like in certain bdsm pornography. So when we talk only about the poor poor women, compleatly ignoring everything else it starts to raise my hackles.
Then there is the bdsm community in general. Jesus god what the hell is wrong with most of these people? Yeah so I like to recieve and occationally give signifigant ammounts of abuse. I would like to wear something other than those retarded leatherdaddy harnesses.
But then I see things that give me hope. Some one was talking about GRUE a bondange festival up in New England somewhere. The guy was happy to of been there, and in awe of all the things he still had left to learn. His new interest has become speed bondage, which I admit is something I've always had in the back of my head as something I want to do and something I would love to learn about. It is pretty neat sounding. In case you don't know it is basicly tying someone down who isn't 100% passive. It is an essential skill for the Dom with a bratty sub. Or at least it should be.
I love bondage. I love it deep down to the bottom of my soul. I love the knots, the ritual, the relationship that comes along with it, and all the other things. I love how complex it is. There is so much to learn, and yet...yet... I've done so very little of it. Which is horribly sad. Oh well they is plenty of time to fix that. Anyway my hands are numb and I really feel doing something else, tonight is a good reading night or something like that. I have De Sade's Vallet waiting for me which is pretty exciting.
15 Minuts to Launch
I have 15 minuts left of lunch and I am unsure of what to write about. Something I'm sure. Of course I am having a hard time deciding what I feel like doing tonight. I am going to go writting, that is a specific given. I am not sure what I am going to write about though. I need to do a couple of chunks of Sasha's letter so I'll do a bit of that. Then I am thinking I might work on a chunk of fiction written. I need to do that more. Not just for getting ready for next month, but just in general...you know forever. It uses a diffrent part of my brain that doesn't ordinarly get used. It helps me think better essentially. I've been doing more reading which is good, and plenty of analytical thinking, more of which needs to make it here I'm thinking. More of it which just needs to make it to paper. I write very slowly though, and lots of this is for just pure old enjoyment so I am not sure where things are going to fall from there.
Mostly though I need more organization when I am doing big projects. I need to take big projects and start working with them in managable chunks do more outlines and such. That's the big issue. I can't work on something. Either pick it up, finnish it in one go or I put it down and never pick it up again. That's gotta change just because it does. As a result I think I am going to go back to the OC/Politics thing, start getting down into the grit of it. I'm glad I sat on it for so long. It had its roots set in some unpleasentness and I was using that to work through it. Now that I've worked through it and gotten over the unpleasentness I can set all of that aside and begin fresh. For example the OC has become infinitely more important than the politics. But I really need to define where the politics begin and where the church ends. Also I need to make sure that polygamous relationships are included within politics. They are important to me.
Well my 15 minuts are up.
Sometimes I wonder. Will they tell stories of me after I'm gone?
Mostly though I need more organization when I am doing big projects. I need to take big projects and start working with them in managable chunks do more outlines and such. That's the big issue. I can't work on something. Either pick it up, finnish it in one go or I put it down and never pick it up again. That's gotta change just because it does. As a result I think I am going to go back to the OC/Politics thing, start getting down into the grit of it. I'm glad I sat on it for so long. It had its roots set in some unpleasentness and I was using that to work through it. Now that I've worked through it and gotten over the unpleasentness I can set all of that aside and begin fresh. For example the OC has become infinitely more important than the politics. But I really need to define where the politics begin and where the church ends. Also I need to make sure that polygamous relationships are included within politics. They are important to me.
Well my 15 minuts are up.
Sometimes I wonder. Will they tell stories of me after I'm gone?
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Fishsticks and Doves
My brain is slowly shutting down due to lack of sleep and now lack of food because I forgot to get lunch. The food thing I can fix but the sleep thing will require time. It sucked 3am rolled around and I was still wired, so I watched a round table religious discussion. It was fucking bad ass and there will be more on it later. At that point it became 4am and I was still wired. I tried just going to bed anyway. The sun was well on its way up before my brain finally released its stranglehold on consiouseness and let me sleep. It is a bossy little organ that brain is.
So any attempt to be coherent is going to fail. I am also going to write fiction tonight because it is important to establish with mr. brain/body combination that I am tired is no fucking excuse. That and I wanna.
So the round table discussion! HERE WATCH IT http://www.abc.net.au/tv/qanda/txt/s2695716.htm. It is a good solid hour long with very little filler or breaks within the action. It also brings me back to something I was saying earlyer this year. In the discussion the Atheist and the Islamic guy both sort of charged around the discussion and they just plain old ran over anyone who got in their way. The atheist did it by keeping the conversation as grounded as possible and refusing to give ground on core physical problems that religion does a poor job in dealing with, and the islamic guy flattened people by coming at every question from a diffrent angle than expected and demolishing everyone around him with raw intelegence backed up by eloquence. By the end of the discussion the catholic guy was more or less cowering in his chair now really saying anything, and the other christians were struggling to maintain any sort of ground. It saddens me because religion and intelegence do not have to be mutually exclusive. The Islamic guy prooved that beyond a doubt. Christianitiy just really needs to get on the ball and start understanding the bible instead of throwing it around.
Its funny because the islamic guy called out many followers of islam for failing to do that. Lastly the show is australian so just about everyone had a neat accent.
Okay new topic! So last night I finished up Feverhead. What a wonderful little book! It is only a hundred pages, it is rip roaring fun, and you all should read if you have the chance.
Segueing from that into something else I wanna talk about. I realized last night I've started having a hard time transitioning from one activity to another. Last night it was horrible. Granted last night was really weird so I don't know if that counts. Anyway yeah, inbetween every activity I did there was 15 minuts to a half an hour where I just did nothing. I don't know what it is. It isn't like I didn't get anything done yesterday or stuff like that. To the contrary, I read a good 50 pages of Feverhead, got to lvl 25 in dungeon fighters, watched red cliff, picked up a little bit around the house, showered, downloaded a few things I needed... it is just that inbetween every thing I did, there was just this plain old void of shit where I kinda sat there and just stared into space.
Sooooo... I dunno. It is distressing though and now that I have identified it as a problem I am going to relentlessly hunt it down and obliterate it from my life forever. By forever I mean temporarly. What will actually happen is that I will fix the problem then little by little I will slip back into my old habit until I decide that it is a problem again and fix it. Oh well that's fine with me really.
In other news I kinda want the Captin America Omnibus. I can get it off of amazon for like 40 bucks, and that is a pretty good deal for an 800 page oversized comic book that I can kill people with. It is also close to 50% off which is also pretty snazzy. I dunno though there is also the Jason Arron Ghost Rider run and Alan Moore is flooding the world with expensive books again. So it is a tough choice. You know what is sad though? Hellboy just consistenly doesn't make the list. The thing is I love hellboy. I love it to death. It has occult awesomeness, nazis, and a genuinely creative cast of characters which are just plain neat. However, at the end of the day they are just to god damned expensive, and they provide just to little comic. I mean hellboy is already high on action, low on dense phoilosphical writting or beautiful prose. He does not wax poetic, nor does he muck about in a pile of whys and wherefores. No it all just happens. Maybe this changes with some of the latter arcs but damn. Some of the earlyer ones just simply don't have enough content o be any sort of value, especially when comapared to other similarly priced books. This is something I always find sad.
Oh well okay I am going to scamper.
So any attempt to be coherent is going to fail. I am also going to write fiction tonight because it is important to establish with mr. brain/body combination that I am tired is no fucking excuse. That and I wanna.
So the round table discussion! HERE WATCH IT http://www.abc.net.au/tv/qanda/txt/s2695716.htm. It is a good solid hour long with very little filler or breaks within the action. It also brings me back to something I was saying earlyer this year. In the discussion the Atheist and the Islamic guy both sort of charged around the discussion and they just plain old ran over anyone who got in their way. The atheist did it by keeping the conversation as grounded as possible and refusing to give ground on core physical problems that religion does a poor job in dealing with, and the islamic guy flattened people by coming at every question from a diffrent angle than expected and demolishing everyone around him with raw intelegence backed up by eloquence. By the end of the discussion the catholic guy was more or less cowering in his chair now really saying anything, and the other christians were struggling to maintain any sort of ground. It saddens me because religion and intelegence do not have to be mutually exclusive. The Islamic guy prooved that beyond a doubt. Christianitiy just really needs to get on the ball and start understanding the bible instead of throwing it around.
Its funny because the islamic guy called out many followers of islam for failing to do that. Lastly the show is australian so just about everyone had a neat accent.
Okay new topic! So last night I finished up Feverhead. What a wonderful little book! It is only a hundred pages, it is rip roaring fun, and you all should read if you have the chance.
Segueing from that into something else I wanna talk about. I realized last night I've started having a hard time transitioning from one activity to another. Last night it was horrible. Granted last night was really weird so I don't know if that counts. Anyway yeah, inbetween every activity I did there was 15 minuts to a half an hour where I just did nothing. I don't know what it is. It isn't like I didn't get anything done yesterday or stuff like that. To the contrary, I read a good 50 pages of Feverhead, got to lvl 25 in dungeon fighters, watched red cliff, picked up a little bit around the house, showered, downloaded a few things I needed... it is just that inbetween every thing I did, there was just this plain old void of shit where I kinda sat there and just stared into space.
Sooooo... I dunno. It is distressing though and now that I have identified it as a problem I am going to relentlessly hunt it down and obliterate it from my life forever. By forever I mean temporarly. What will actually happen is that I will fix the problem then little by little I will slip back into my old habit until I decide that it is a problem again and fix it. Oh well that's fine with me really.
In other news I kinda want the Captin America Omnibus. I can get it off of amazon for like 40 bucks, and that is a pretty good deal for an 800 page oversized comic book that I can kill people with. It is also close to 50% off which is also pretty snazzy. I dunno though there is also the Jason Arron Ghost Rider run and Alan Moore is flooding the world with expensive books again. So it is a tough choice. You know what is sad though? Hellboy just consistenly doesn't make the list. The thing is I love hellboy. I love it to death. It has occult awesomeness, nazis, and a genuinely creative cast of characters which are just plain neat. However, at the end of the day they are just to god damned expensive, and they provide just to little comic. I mean hellboy is already high on action, low on dense phoilosphical writting or beautiful prose. He does not wax poetic, nor does he muck about in a pile of whys and wherefores. No it all just happens. Maybe this changes with some of the latter arcs but damn. Some of the earlyer ones just simply don't have enough content o be any sort of value, especially when comapared to other similarly priced books. This is something I always find sad.
Oh well okay I am going to scamper.
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