Friday, May 13, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Dammit
My dad has to have bypass surgery. They say he's lucky to be alive because his arteries are so blocked and the damage to his heart is so severe.
I'm An Ass, More Like Body TRIPLE, And Drawing A Blank
It’s been confirmed that my dad did have a heart attack yesterday, though there’s no telling how many other heart attacks he may have had without knowing it. Today he was sent to another hospital to have a Cardiac Catheterization to determine if he needs to have surgery.
I’m confident that he’ll be fine, but still, I am understandably concerned.
I also feel like an ass.
Yesterday when she told me about him being in the hospital, my mother gave me his room number. I thought she had done so just in case of an emergency and I needed to get a hold of her or something.
It didn’t occur to me that she wanted me to call him.
In point of fact, it did occur to me to call him, but I thought that…well, I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought I might be disturbing him, or there might be some restrictions on when he could get calls or…well, the end result is that I didn’t call.
Both of my brothers called, though, as did my sister Kristy.
My brother-in-law Dean even called from Iraq.
My mother said it was okay, but that doesn’t change anything. I feel like I abandoned him, but then again, I’m not sure how well I would have held up if I had called (I kind of lost it a little on the phone when my mother called to tell me about him being moved to ICU), so maybe that would have done more harm than good.
Most people who know me realize that, except for occasional (okay, maybe frequent) displays of anger, I’m not a very demonstrably emotional person, but this is my dad we’re talking about. Even knowing that he’ll come through this okay I still can’t help but worry.
In any case, beyond my mother calling to tell me about the catheterization, today has been pretty uneventful. I talked to Scott and officially volunteered to give up my day off tomorrow to help make up for Brian’s absence.
Other than that I finished reading a book I had been reading in piecemeal fashion for a week or two (“One Knight Only,” by Peter David, in case you were wondering), watched a really crappy movie that I’d recorded last night simply because I was curious to see how the chick from that show “Boy Meets World” is looking these days. The answer? Not bad. Not bad at all.
She didn’t have too much screen time in the movie, but that was okay, as the only redeeming value the movie had was that there were a lot of hot chicks in it, so most of the time there was a hot chick onscreen.
Unfortunately most of them remained more or less (mostly more) fully-clothed.
One of the actresses appeared topless, briefly, via the world’s most obvious body double. It was absolutely the worst use of a body double I’ve ever seen. Not only was the body double much, much more well-endowed, she wasn’t even wearing the same kind of bra as the actress she was doubling for.
Ostensibly, the movie was a comedy, but I was hard-pressed to find anything to laugh about, other than the aforementioned topless scene.
As mentioned in previous posts I was on kind of a drawing kick this week, inspired largely by the D&D picture I’d drawn. When working on that picture, as I sometimes do when a picture turns out really well, I thought, “Wow, it almost seems as though I know what I’m doing.”
Given a boost of confidence in my talents, I started working on other pictures, but yesterday I pretty much lost my momentum.
It was kind of bothersome anyway. After all, the goal is to start really focusing my creative endeavors on writing.
But that’s always the way it goes for me. When I feel like writing is what I should be doing, all I want to do is draw, and vice versa.
All things considered, I’d say that I like drawing more than I like writing, but I’m of the opinion that I’m much better at writing.
At the heart of all of it, though, is a complete and utter lack of focus and discipline which has ensured that I’ll never be as good, or successful, at either as I would like.
But whatever; I lack the focus and discipline needed to explore the topic any further.
Tonight would have been the night that I would be off to see Sarah in concert, but clearly that wasn’t meant to be.
It’s probably just as well. After all, under the circumstances I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it that much.
In any case, my extra-long weekend is coming to a close. As is typical, I didn’t do much with the additional time anyway, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter that it’s over.
Unless something especially interesting or noteworthy happens this afternoon, this is probably it for the day, and the week. I hope you all have a good weekend.
I’m confident that he’ll be fine, but still, I am understandably concerned.
I also feel like an ass.
Yesterday when she told me about him being in the hospital, my mother gave me his room number. I thought she had done so just in case of an emergency and I needed to get a hold of her or something.
It didn’t occur to me that she wanted me to call him.
In point of fact, it did occur to me to call him, but I thought that…well, I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought I might be disturbing him, or there might be some restrictions on when he could get calls or…well, the end result is that I didn’t call.
Both of my brothers called, though, as did my sister Kristy.
My brother-in-law Dean even called from Iraq.
My mother said it was okay, but that doesn’t change anything. I feel like I abandoned him, but then again, I’m not sure how well I would have held up if I had called (I kind of lost it a little on the phone when my mother called to tell me about him being moved to ICU), so maybe that would have done more harm than good.
Most people who know me realize that, except for occasional (okay, maybe frequent) displays of anger, I’m not a very demonstrably emotional person, but this is my dad we’re talking about. Even knowing that he’ll come through this okay I still can’t help but worry.
In any case, beyond my mother calling to tell me about the catheterization, today has been pretty uneventful. I talked to Scott and officially volunteered to give up my day off tomorrow to help make up for Brian’s absence.
Other than that I finished reading a book I had been reading in piecemeal fashion for a week or two (“One Knight Only,” by Peter David, in case you were wondering), watched a really crappy movie that I’d recorded last night simply because I was curious to see how the chick from that show “Boy Meets World” is looking these days. The answer? Not bad. Not bad at all.
She didn’t have too much screen time in the movie, but that was okay, as the only redeeming value the movie had was that there were a lot of hot chicks in it, so most of the time there was a hot chick onscreen.
Unfortunately most of them remained more or less (mostly more) fully-clothed.
One of the actresses appeared topless, briefly, via the world’s most obvious body double. It was absolutely the worst use of a body double I’ve ever seen. Not only was the body double much, much more well-endowed, she wasn’t even wearing the same kind of bra as the actress she was doubling for.
Ostensibly, the movie was a comedy, but I was hard-pressed to find anything to laugh about, other than the aforementioned topless scene.
As mentioned in previous posts I was on kind of a drawing kick this week, inspired largely by the D&D picture I’d drawn. When working on that picture, as I sometimes do when a picture turns out really well, I thought, “Wow, it almost seems as though I know what I’m doing.”
Given a boost of confidence in my talents, I started working on other pictures, but yesterday I pretty much lost my momentum.
It was kind of bothersome anyway. After all, the goal is to start really focusing my creative endeavors on writing.
But that’s always the way it goes for me. When I feel like writing is what I should be doing, all I want to do is draw, and vice versa.
All things considered, I’d say that I like drawing more than I like writing, but I’m of the opinion that I’m much better at writing.
At the heart of all of it, though, is a complete and utter lack of focus and discipline which has ensured that I’ll never be as good, or successful, at either as I would like.
But whatever; I lack the focus and discipline needed to explore the topic any further.
Tonight would have been the night that I would be off to see Sarah in concert, but clearly that wasn’t meant to be.
It’s probably just as well. After all, under the circumstances I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it that much.
In any case, my extra-long weekend is coming to a close. As is typical, I didn’t do much with the additional time anyway, so I suppose it doesn’t really matter that it’s over.
Unless something especially interesting or noteworthy happens this afternoon, this is probably it for the day, and the week. I hope you all have a good weekend.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
New Pictures
Here are the pictures I did last night:
This one is called "Bedroom Eyes."
The other two, "Exclamation 1," and "Exclamation 2," are a little racy, so I avoided putting thumbnails for those of you reading this at work. There's no nudity in either image, but they could easily be considered offensive, so click the links at your own risk.
Update on my dad: he's been moved to ICU, as they've determined that it is definitely his heart, and, in fact, there's damage to his heart indicating that he's had a heart attack at some point.
Overall, though, he seems to be doing okay, and my mother is doing her best to hold it together.
This one is called "Bedroom Eyes."
The other two, "Exclamation 1," and "Exclamation 2," are a little racy, so I avoided putting thumbnails for those of you reading this at work. There's no nudity in either image, but they could easily be considered offensive, so click the links at your own risk.
Update on my dad: he's been moved to ICU, as they've determined that it is definitely his heart, and, in fact, there's damage to his heart indicating that he's had a heart attack at some point.
Overall, though, he seems to be doing okay, and my mother is doing her best to hold it together.
Why, We're Practically Identical!
Beyond getting the call about my dad, today was pretty uneventful, as per usual. I got up, went for a walk, came home, had my protein shake, and then sat down to do some drawing.
The one advantage, I guess, to UPS screwing up on the delivery of my external hard drive was that when it finally arrived today, it did so along with the shoes I’d ordered online the other day.
Both the new hard drive and the shoes are very cool, though I thought for sure that I ordered a hard drive that was both Firewire and USB 2.0, but this one is lacking Firewire. It doesn’t really matter, though, as USB 2.0 is faster anyway (I don’t currently have the latest generation of Firewire, for those of you who like to pick nits and would point out that it’s faster than USB 2.0).
I really like the shoes. They make me feel just like Dwight in “Sin City” …even though his shoes are red...and he has exciting adventures and hangs out with gun-toting hookers wearing skimpy outfits. And, both before and after his plastic surgery, he’s much better-looking than I am.
(Also, I kind of doubt that Dwight has ever been “gellin’,” though I most assuredly am. Hey, for a crazy walking fool like me, massaging gel insoles are a must-have shoe accessory.)
Anyway, we both have Converse All Star shoes now, so we have that much in common at least.
Well, that and being at least a little crazy.
Actually, though, if we consider Dwight as I first encountered him at the beginning of his first “Sin City” adventure, “A Dame to Kill For,” he and I have a bit more in common.
We both lead quiet, solitary lives. We both have trouble with women. We both have given up drinking, after an extended blubbery binge, and smoking, and we both try very hard to rein in our darker impulses.
...and we have the same kind of shoes.
All things considered, though, I think I’d prefer the “hanging out with gun-toting hookers in skimpy outfits” lifestyle…
I actually drew three pictures last night, though two of them were simply variations on the same image. I was trying to do something at least a little bit outside my usual style. I don’t know that I can really judge the extent to which I was successful in that regard, but hey, at least I tried. Overall, they’re decent images, and I think I’m going to put them up for sale as products over at Zazzle.
I’ll post them here as well, but not right now, as now I’m going to watch the episode of “Smallville” that I just recorded on the DVR.
The one advantage, I guess, to UPS screwing up on the delivery of my external hard drive was that when it finally arrived today, it did so along with the shoes I’d ordered online the other day.
Both the new hard drive and the shoes are very cool, though I thought for sure that I ordered a hard drive that was both Firewire and USB 2.0, but this one is lacking Firewire. It doesn’t really matter, though, as USB 2.0 is faster anyway (I don’t currently have the latest generation of Firewire, for those of you who like to pick nits and would point out that it’s faster than USB 2.0).
I really like the shoes. They make me feel just like Dwight in “Sin City” …even though his shoes are red...and he has exciting adventures and hangs out with gun-toting hookers wearing skimpy outfits. And, both before and after his plastic surgery, he’s much better-looking than I am.
(Also, I kind of doubt that Dwight has ever been “gellin’,” though I most assuredly am. Hey, for a crazy walking fool like me, massaging gel insoles are a must-have shoe accessory.)
Anyway, we both have Converse All Star shoes now, so we have that much in common at least.
Well, that and being at least a little crazy.
Actually, though, if we consider Dwight as I first encountered him at the beginning of his first “Sin City” adventure, “A Dame to Kill For,” he and I have a bit more in common.
We both lead quiet, solitary lives. We both have trouble with women. We both have given up drinking, after an extended blubbery binge, and smoking, and we both try very hard to rein in our darker impulses.
...and we have the same kind of shoes.
All things considered, though, I think I’d prefer the “hanging out with gun-toting hookers in skimpy outfits” lifestyle…
I actually drew three pictures last night, though two of them were simply variations on the same image. I was trying to do something at least a little bit outside my usual style. I don’t know that I can really judge the extent to which I was successful in that regard, but hey, at least I tried. Overall, they’re decent images, and I think I’m going to put them up for sale as products over at Zazzle.
I’ll post them here as well, but not right now, as now I’m going to watch the episode of “Smallville” that I just recorded on the DVR.
It Couldn't Have Waited Another 30 Or 40 Years?
A little while ago my mother called.
It’s kind of funny (though not really “ha ha” funny) how when you know someone a long time (like all your life, for example), there are all sorts of subtle nuances to her behavior that other people might not notice, but which you pick up on right away.
For example, as soon as I heard the “something’s wrong” tone in her voice, I knew that, not surprisingly, something was wrong.
(Of course, the fact that she was calling me in the afternoon on a day when she’d already talked to me was also an indicator of a problem)
I was also able to determine, based on the level of barely-restrained hysteria in her voice, that something was wrong with my dad.
The upshot is that, at the moment, he’s okay, but he’s been admitted to the hospital and they are running tests on his heart.
Basically, he’d been having some extreme pains and was driving erratically so my mother insisted that he go to the hospital. The fact that he agreed is a pretty good indicator of just how much pain he must have been in at the time.
At this point they don’t know for sure if it actually is a problem with his heart or if it’s just some kind of gastrointestinal problem. Some of the heart tests have come back okay, but others have shown some possible irregularities. Also, if it were a gastrointestinal problem it’s unlikely that the nitroglycerin they gave him would have instantly taken away his pain.
In any case, they’re keeping him in for observation and to run some additional tests on him.
Ever since he turned 70 a little over a month ago I’ve found myself becoming increasingly concerned about something like this happening. It just seemed like a matter of time, but I was hoping that it wouldn’t happen for a while yet.
Based on family history, and my dad’s sheer stubbornness, the odds are extremely good that he’ll bounce back from this, but it will still serve as a scary reminder of just how limited his time might actually be, and as much as I don’t like to think about it, something like this can’t help but make me think about it.
As I write this, the thought that someday my dad might be gone keeps welling up in my mind like bile in my stomach (and bile is also welling up in my stomach), and I’m finding it difficult to continue writing as I imagine what a rotten, miserable place this world would be without my dad in it.
I’m hoping that rotten, miserable world remains an unwelcome thought in my head for a long time to come.
Okay, I need to do something else to get my mind off this subject. I didn’t expect it to hit me like this. When I talked to my mother I was calm, and I was confident that my dad would be fine, but as soon as I sat down to write and started really thinking about it…well, like I said, I need to get my mind off of it.
In the meantime, if any of you have any kind of cosmic favors you can call in to make sure my dad comes out of this okay, I’d appreciate it, along with any prayers or positive energy you can put out there for him.
I’m sure I’ll be back later with a more traditional entry, and I’ll keep you posted on my dad’s status as I learn more.
It’s kind of funny (though not really “ha ha” funny) how when you know someone a long time (like all your life, for example), there are all sorts of subtle nuances to her behavior that other people might not notice, but which you pick up on right away.
For example, as soon as I heard the “something’s wrong” tone in her voice, I knew that, not surprisingly, something was wrong.
(Of course, the fact that she was calling me in the afternoon on a day when she’d already talked to me was also an indicator of a problem)
I was also able to determine, based on the level of barely-restrained hysteria in her voice, that something was wrong with my dad.
The upshot is that, at the moment, he’s okay, but he’s been admitted to the hospital and they are running tests on his heart.
Basically, he’d been having some extreme pains and was driving erratically so my mother insisted that he go to the hospital. The fact that he agreed is a pretty good indicator of just how much pain he must have been in at the time.
At this point they don’t know for sure if it actually is a problem with his heart or if it’s just some kind of gastrointestinal problem. Some of the heart tests have come back okay, but others have shown some possible irregularities. Also, if it were a gastrointestinal problem it’s unlikely that the nitroglycerin they gave him would have instantly taken away his pain.
In any case, they’re keeping him in for observation and to run some additional tests on him.
Ever since he turned 70 a little over a month ago I’ve found myself becoming increasingly concerned about something like this happening. It just seemed like a matter of time, but I was hoping that it wouldn’t happen for a while yet.
Based on family history, and my dad’s sheer stubbornness, the odds are extremely good that he’ll bounce back from this, but it will still serve as a scary reminder of just how limited his time might actually be, and as much as I don’t like to think about it, something like this can’t help but make me think about it.
As I write this, the thought that someday my dad might be gone keeps welling up in my mind like bile in my stomach (and bile is also welling up in my stomach), and I’m finding it difficult to continue writing as I imagine what a rotten, miserable place this world would be without my dad in it.
I’m hoping that rotten, miserable world remains an unwelcome thought in my head for a long time to come.
Okay, I need to do something else to get my mind off this subject. I didn’t expect it to hit me like this. When I talked to my mother I was calm, and I was confident that my dad would be fine, but as soon as I sat down to write and started really thinking about it…well, like I said, I need to get my mind off of it.
In the meantime, if any of you have any kind of cosmic favors you can call in to make sure my dad comes out of this okay, I’d appreciate it, along with any prayers or positive energy you can put out there for him.
I’m sure I’ll be back later with a more traditional entry, and I’ll keep you posted on my dad’s status as I learn more.
A Wrinkle In Time
The other day I was performing one of those necessary but unpleasant tasks: looking in the mirror.
While doing so I noticed that I had a new feature, a new distinguishing mark, a new line...*sigh* a new wrinkle.
They say that men look "distinguished" as they get older.
I began the process of becoming distinguished when I was 21 and I had my first gray hair pointed out to me.
That lonely gray hair didn't remain lonely for long, and now that aging has pretty much conquered the top it's continuing its march downward and is laying claim to the rest of my head.
Still, it could be worse. I could be having night sweats and hot flashes...
While doing so I noticed that I had a new feature, a new distinguishing mark, a new line...*sigh* a new wrinkle.
They say that men look "distinguished" as they get older.
I began the process of becoming distinguished when I was 21 and I had my first gray hair pointed out to me.
That lonely gray hair didn't remain lonely for long, and now that aging has pretty much conquered the top it's continuing its march downward and is laying claim to the rest of my head.
Still, it could be worse. I could be having night sweats and hot flashes...
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
If Only I Could Keep Deluding Myself...
So last night Kathleen called to give me a definitive “no” on going to see Sarah on Thursday.
Though I can’t imagine why she would, she asked “Do you know anyone else who could go with you?” I don’t know what she was thinking; she knows everyone I know in Virginia.
I did actually toy with the notion of just going by myself, but part of the reason that Kathleen’s not going is that Brian had to head to Tucson for family issues, which means that we’ll be short one person at work this weekend, which means that I’ll probably just cancel my time off request and go in to work on Friday.
*Sigh* Oh well.
I don’t mean to sound bitchy, or like I’m blaming Kathleen (though I do wish that she hadn’t mentioned the concert to me in the first place, since she didn’t know if she’d be able to attend), but this is just illustrative of why I try not to rely on other people, and why it’s so unfortunate that I have such a hang-up about going to things by myself.
Still, as I mentioned, even if I could get past said hang-up, now I feel like I have to go in to work on Friday, because I’m reliable.
Anyway, it’s not really that big of a deal. I’m sure that I’ll get another chance to see Sarah in concert, which will give her a chance to spot me in the audience, fall madly in love with me immediately, abandon her husband and child, and spend the rest of her life singing to me, and showering me with expensive gifts, and...well, we won't get into the rest of it.
And you know that’s what would have happened if I’d gone to the concert on Thursday...
Back in reality, concurrent with the UPS issues I had today, once again I ran into problems with my wireless network which took quite some time to resolve. Basically, as so often happens, one of my neighbors came home, turned on his or her wireless router, causing my connection to drop and utterly disappear from my computer’s view, leading my computer to try to log onto my neighbor’s network. Because the signal for that network is too weak, it fails to connect, but insists on trying and refuses to even see that my network is out there, even though my router is putting out a full signal as opposed to the single bar worth of signal the other router is putting out.
Sometimes my computer would fail to see my router even when I had the router’s antenna actually touching my wireless adapter, and if it did connect to the router under those circumstances, the connection would drop as soon as I moved the router.
Eventually I resolved the issue (so far, at least) by logging into the router and switching it to a different channel. Now my computer still lists my neighbor’s network as being available, but it’s remaining connected to mine.
I just don’t understand how a much weaker signal can interfere with my signal to such an extent. Are there any networking gurus out there who know a way to permanently resolve this issue?
I’m guessing that this isn’t an issue with the router, but with either Windows or the USB wireless adapter. I suppose I could try picking up a different wireless adapter, but to go the cheap route, is there a way to tell Windows to never even try to connect to other networks? If so, would that prevent it from dropping the connection to mine when the other router comes on?
The weird part is that most often when I lose the connection on my main computer, my secondary computer, which has the same OS and the same kind of wireless adapter, but is farther away from the router, manages to stay connected to my network. That’s the part that really baffles me.
Also, I do lose the connection several times in the course of a normal day, but usually only for a few seconds, as it’s able to automatically reconnect. It’s only like once a month that I run into the more extreme problems like today when it becomes almost impossible to keep the connection up.
Very annoying.
Last night I never managed to post another entry as I got caught up in a drawing.
As with anything I do, there were elements of it that I’m not happy with, but overall I think it turned out very well.
So where is it, you ask? Well, at this point I consider it “unfinished,” so I’m disinclined to share it with the general public, as it’s just one part of what will eventually be a larger image.
Scott has requested that I draw up a group picture of the characters from the D&D game he’s the Dungeon Master for. I did so once before, but apparently the players have created all new characters, so he wants a picture of the new group. He’s rounding up descriptions for me, but in the meantime Jamie provided me a description of her character, so I drew her last night.
When I get all the other descriptions and finish the group picture I will no doubt post it here.
In any case, since I now know there’s no reason to wait for the UPS guy, I think I’m going to go for a walk.
Though I can’t imagine why she would, she asked “Do you know anyone else who could go with you?” I don’t know what she was thinking; she knows everyone I know in Virginia.
I did actually toy with the notion of just going by myself, but part of the reason that Kathleen’s not going is that Brian had to head to Tucson for family issues, which means that we’ll be short one person at work this weekend, which means that I’ll probably just cancel my time off request and go in to work on Friday.
*Sigh* Oh well.
I don’t mean to sound bitchy, or like I’m blaming Kathleen (though I do wish that she hadn’t mentioned the concert to me in the first place, since she didn’t know if she’d be able to attend), but this is just illustrative of why I try not to rely on other people, and why it’s so unfortunate that I have such a hang-up about going to things by myself.
Still, as I mentioned, even if I could get past said hang-up, now I feel like I have to go in to work on Friday, because I’m reliable.
Anyway, it’s not really that big of a deal. I’m sure that I’ll get another chance to see Sarah in concert, which will give her a chance to spot me in the audience, fall madly in love with me immediately, abandon her husband and child, and spend the rest of her life singing to me, and showering me with expensive gifts, and...well, we won't get into the rest of it.
And you know that’s what would have happened if I’d gone to the concert on Thursday...
Back in reality, concurrent with the UPS issues I had today, once again I ran into problems with my wireless network which took quite some time to resolve. Basically, as so often happens, one of my neighbors came home, turned on his or her wireless router, causing my connection to drop and utterly disappear from my computer’s view, leading my computer to try to log onto my neighbor’s network. Because the signal for that network is too weak, it fails to connect, but insists on trying and refuses to even see that my network is out there, even though my router is putting out a full signal as opposed to the single bar worth of signal the other router is putting out.
Sometimes my computer would fail to see my router even when I had the router’s antenna actually touching my wireless adapter, and if it did connect to the router under those circumstances, the connection would drop as soon as I moved the router.
Eventually I resolved the issue (so far, at least) by logging into the router and switching it to a different channel. Now my computer still lists my neighbor’s network as being available, but it’s remaining connected to mine.
I just don’t understand how a much weaker signal can interfere with my signal to such an extent. Are there any networking gurus out there who know a way to permanently resolve this issue?
I’m guessing that this isn’t an issue with the router, but with either Windows or the USB wireless adapter. I suppose I could try picking up a different wireless adapter, but to go the cheap route, is there a way to tell Windows to never even try to connect to other networks? If so, would that prevent it from dropping the connection to mine when the other router comes on?
The weird part is that most often when I lose the connection on my main computer, my secondary computer, which has the same OS and the same kind of wireless adapter, but is farther away from the router, manages to stay connected to my network. That’s the part that really baffles me.
Also, I do lose the connection several times in the course of a normal day, but usually only for a few seconds, as it’s able to automatically reconnect. It’s only like once a month that I run into the more extreme problems like today when it becomes almost impossible to keep the connection up.
Very annoying.
Last night I never managed to post another entry as I got caught up in a drawing.
As with anything I do, there were elements of it that I’m not happy with, but overall I think it turned out very well.
So where is it, you ask? Well, at this point I consider it “unfinished,” so I’m disinclined to share it with the general public, as it’s just one part of what will eventually be a larger image.
Scott has requested that I draw up a group picture of the characters from the D&D game he’s the Dungeon Master for. I did so once before, but apparently the players have created all new characters, so he wants a picture of the new group. He’s rounding up descriptions for me, but in the meantime Jamie provided me a description of her character, so I drew her last night.
When I get all the other descriptions and finish the group picture I will no doubt post it here.
In any case, since I now know there’s no reason to wait for the UPS guy, I think I’m going to go for a walk.
What Can "Brown" Do For Me?
(Below is an e-mail I just sent to UPS. It's worth noting that "Brown," as they've taken to referring to themselves, is the color of shit...)
My tracking information for a package that was due to be delivered today, May 10, 2005, shows "Exception," stating that the apartment number is missing or incorrect. Complete shipping information, including the apartment number, was provided to the company shipping the package at the time of my order, but for the record, this is the complete delivery address:
(Address info snipped)
Note that the apartment number is XXX.
When will I receive my package?
As it stands, my package spent the last week just sitting in your system. It was picked up on May 4 and was "Rescheduled" until today. I don't understand the problems you're having. You deliver packages. That's your primary business. It's basically all you do. It's not as if it's something that you just do on the side, so I should think you'd be a little more adept at it.
Please ensure that I receive my package (at Apartment XXX, by the way, in case you missed it the first couple of times) as soon as possible.
Thank you,
Jon-Paul Maki
My tracking information for a package that was due to be delivered today, May 10, 2005, shows "Exception," stating that the apartment number is missing or incorrect. Complete shipping information, including the apartment number, was provided to the company shipping the package at the time of my order, but for the record, this is the complete delivery address:
(Address info snipped)
Note that the apartment number is XXX.
When will I receive my package?
As it stands, my package spent the last week just sitting in your system. It was picked up on May 4 and was "Rescheduled" until today. I don't understand the problems you're having. You deliver packages. That's your primary business. It's basically all you do. It's not as if it's something that you just do on the side, so I should think you'd be a little more adept at it.
Please ensure that I receive my package (at Apartment XXX, by the way, in case you missed it the first couple of times) as soon as possible.
Thank you,
Jon-Paul Maki
Monday, May 09, 2005
Adrift In A Sea Of Strangers
Ever since she brought to my attention the fact that Sarah McLachlan will be performing locally this week, Kathleen has been vacillating about whether or not she’s going to go.
In case she decided in the affirmative, I took Friday (the day after the concert) off just to be safe, but since that time she’s continued to not decide (or at least not inform me of her decision), so I’ve avoided just blindly buying a ticket.
Earlier today I did a search and found that there were no longer tickets available, which was discouraging. Later, for the sheer hell of it, I did another search and found that there were still tickets available.
I’m almost inclined to just buy one and let Kathleen fend for herself if she ever makes up her mind, but if at all possible I’d like to avoid going by myself. Obviously there’s no real reason that I can’t just go alone, but the fact of the matter is that, as much as I would like to see Sarah perform in person (as, after all, I adore her), my desire isn’t strong enough to overcome my self-consciousness about going to a major event like that alone.
(And by the way, I should mention that I fully understand Kathleen’s concerns about going to a concert at night during her work week, especially during her second week at a new job, so I’m not mad at her or anything. I’m just a little anxious about how the whole thing will finally shake down. After all, I’d hate to miss out on the opportunity entirely. Deciding not to go is one thing, but having it decided for me is another.)
I realize that, logically, there isn’t anything to feel self-conscious about. After all, it’s unlikely that anyone else would care if I showed up by myself, and, honestly, the fact of the matter is I don’t really care what most other people think anyway. But I do care about what I think (it is self-conscious, after all), and the fact of the matter is that I feel uncomfortable going out to social gatherings by myself, for a variety of reasons.
For one thing, it just strikes me as kind of weird. I mean, who goes to a concert by himself? I’m sure there are people who do, but it just seems weird as far as I’m concerned. Beyond that, I don’t like crowds. I have enough difficulty accepting the presence of individuals around me, so naturally the presence of thousands of people is that much worse. So there’s comfort in having a familiar face around amid a sea of strangers.
Sure, at the Ozzfests I went to I got separated from my friends a time or two, and there were a lot more people there than are likely to be at Sarah’s show, but in those days I had the benefit of being loaded, which was its own kind of comfort for me, one which is no longer available. Also, it was a much different vibe at those shows, one which allowed me to more easily step outside of my comfort zone, and we had an agreed-upon meeting place if we got separated.
And beyond any of that, there’s the fact that most experiences are better when they’re shared.
So yeah, I’m the only thing stopping me from just going and enjoying the show, but honestly, I think that going by myself would mar my enjoyment.
And while I realize that’s just my own personal hang-up, that fact doesn’t change anything. Just because I recognize that it’s my own problem doesn’t automatically mean that I can overcome it.
Not in the course of three days, at least.
So I guess we’ll see what happens, though I’m suspecting that ultimately I’ll end up not going. Will I be disappointed if I don’t go? Sure, but it’s not something that will keep me up nights. I’m sure that somewhere along the line there will be other opportunities to see her that will present themselves. After all, that is one of the benefits of living within the outlying area of a major metro.
So beyond the drama surrounding the Sarah McLachlan concert, today has been largely uneventful.
I got up a bit late, sat around not doing much of anything for a while, eventually went for a walk, came home, read a little, then did a few hours’ worth of writing.
I’m sure the rest of the day will be just as uneventful.
Continuing the “Star Wars” Theme Dept.
There’s an article here that has some more info about the two “Star Wars” TV shows Lucas has mentioned.
I will no doubt be back with more later, but for the time being I need to look into the whole “eating” thing, and I’ll probably go for another walk somewhere along the line.
In case she decided in the affirmative, I took Friday (the day after the concert) off just to be safe, but since that time she’s continued to not decide (or at least not inform me of her decision), so I’ve avoided just blindly buying a ticket.
Earlier today I did a search and found that there were no longer tickets available, which was discouraging. Later, for the sheer hell of it, I did another search and found that there were still tickets available.
I’m almost inclined to just buy one and let Kathleen fend for herself if she ever makes up her mind, but if at all possible I’d like to avoid going by myself. Obviously there’s no real reason that I can’t just go alone, but the fact of the matter is that, as much as I would like to see Sarah perform in person (as, after all, I adore her), my desire isn’t strong enough to overcome my self-consciousness about going to a major event like that alone.
(And by the way, I should mention that I fully understand Kathleen’s concerns about going to a concert at night during her work week, especially during her second week at a new job, so I’m not mad at her or anything. I’m just a little anxious about how the whole thing will finally shake down. After all, I’d hate to miss out on the opportunity entirely. Deciding not to go is one thing, but having it decided for me is another.)
I realize that, logically, there isn’t anything to feel self-conscious about. After all, it’s unlikely that anyone else would care if I showed up by myself, and, honestly, the fact of the matter is I don’t really care what most other people think anyway. But I do care about what I think (it is self-conscious, after all), and the fact of the matter is that I feel uncomfortable going out to social gatherings by myself, for a variety of reasons.
For one thing, it just strikes me as kind of weird. I mean, who goes to a concert by himself? I’m sure there are people who do, but it just seems weird as far as I’m concerned. Beyond that, I don’t like crowds. I have enough difficulty accepting the presence of individuals around me, so naturally the presence of thousands of people is that much worse. So there’s comfort in having a familiar face around amid a sea of strangers.
Sure, at the Ozzfests I went to I got separated from my friends a time or two, and there were a lot more people there than are likely to be at Sarah’s show, but in those days I had the benefit of being loaded, which was its own kind of comfort for me, one which is no longer available. Also, it was a much different vibe at those shows, one which allowed me to more easily step outside of my comfort zone, and we had an agreed-upon meeting place if we got separated.
And beyond any of that, there’s the fact that most experiences are better when they’re shared.
So yeah, I’m the only thing stopping me from just going and enjoying the show, but honestly, I think that going by myself would mar my enjoyment.
And while I realize that’s just my own personal hang-up, that fact doesn’t change anything. Just because I recognize that it’s my own problem doesn’t automatically mean that I can overcome it.
Not in the course of three days, at least.
So I guess we’ll see what happens, though I’m suspecting that ultimately I’ll end up not going. Will I be disappointed if I don’t go? Sure, but it’s not something that will keep me up nights. I’m sure that somewhere along the line there will be other opportunities to see her that will present themselves. After all, that is one of the benefits of living within the outlying area of a major metro.
So beyond the drama surrounding the Sarah McLachlan concert, today has been largely uneventful.
I got up a bit late, sat around not doing much of anything for a while, eventually went for a walk, came home, read a little, then did a few hours’ worth of writing.
I’m sure the rest of the day will be just as uneventful.
Continuing the “Star Wars” Theme Dept.
There’s an article here that has some more info about the two “Star Wars” TV shows Lucas has mentioned.
I will no doubt be back with more later, but for the time being I need to look into the whole “eating” thing, and I’ll probably go for another walk somewhere along the line.
Damn, I'm Smooth
One of the places Kathleen and I stopped on Saturday was “Bath and Body Works.”
It wasn’t my idea, and I have to say that a store like that, the day before Mother’s Day, is not really a fun place to be.
It’s really not that large a space, and what little room there is was taken up by desperate fathers and their kids scrambling at the last minute to buy some kind of Mother's Day gifts.
On the plus side, I guess, most of the girls working there, and there were a lot of them, were cute.
One in particular, a young woman with red hair that was short and kind of spiky, dressed in an unbuttoned white blouse over a white tank top with black pants and one of those punkish belts that look kind of like a bandolier with ammo, was very cute indeed.
I’m guessing that she, and the other, somewhat similarly-attired (though her white and black outfit was a little more conservative; which is to say her blouse was buttoned), and also very cute young woman, were managers or something, as they didn’t have to wear the cheesy smocks the other girls had on.
Also, after helping out with a bit of a rush on the registers the two of them went back to the little back room/office and were doing…something. I’m not sure what they were doing, but as I was standing there not being the least bit interested in Kathleen’s quest for some particular kind of lotion or whatever, I found myself hard-pressed to take my eyes off the redhead.
Particularly when she was bending forward and it became apparent just how low-cut that tank top was…
I tried not to stare too openly or disrespectfully, but as I said, it was difficult to take my eyes off of her, and eventually she noticed me looking.
That probably wouldn’t have been a big deal – if I had managed to gracefully, and respectfully, avert my gaze. However, I reacted a little too quickly and whipped my head away the very second her eyes locked on mine, which was an incredibly awkward move that spoke of a guilty conscience.
When I decided to risk another glance in her direction I was met with a closed door and a crushing realization as in my mental CD player I cued up Radiohead saying, “But I’m a creep…”
Yeah, I definitely have a way with the ladies.
Anyway, while I’m not nearly as tired as I would be on an ordinary Sunday night/Monday morning, since I didn’t get up at 4:15 in the morning, I probably should crash.
It wasn’t my idea, and I have to say that a store like that, the day before Mother’s Day, is not really a fun place to be.
It’s really not that large a space, and what little room there is was taken up by desperate fathers and their kids scrambling at the last minute to buy some kind of Mother's Day gifts.
On the plus side, I guess, most of the girls working there, and there were a lot of them, were cute.
One in particular, a young woman with red hair that was short and kind of spiky, dressed in an unbuttoned white blouse over a white tank top with black pants and one of those punkish belts that look kind of like a bandolier with ammo, was very cute indeed.
I’m guessing that she, and the other, somewhat similarly-attired (though her white and black outfit was a little more conservative; which is to say her blouse was buttoned), and also very cute young woman, were managers or something, as they didn’t have to wear the cheesy smocks the other girls had on.
Also, after helping out with a bit of a rush on the registers the two of them went back to the little back room/office and were doing…something. I’m not sure what they were doing, but as I was standing there not being the least bit interested in Kathleen’s quest for some particular kind of lotion or whatever, I found myself hard-pressed to take my eyes off the redhead.
Particularly when she was bending forward and it became apparent just how low-cut that tank top was…
I tried not to stare too openly or disrespectfully, but as I said, it was difficult to take my eyes off of her, and eventually she noticed me looking.
That probably wouldn’t have been a big deal – if I had managed to gracefully, and respectfully, avert my gaze. However, I reacted a little too quickly and whipped my head away the very second her eyes locked on mine, which was an incredibly awkward move that spoke of a guilty conscience.
When I decided to risk another glance in her direction I was met with a closed door and a crushing realization as in my mental CD player I cued up Radiohead saying, “But I’m a creep…”
Yeah, I definitely have a way with the ladies.
Anyway, while I’m not nearly as tired as I would be on an ordinary Sunday night/Monday morning, since I didn’t get up at 4:15 in the morning, I probably should crash.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Trading Up, Damn Those Lips, And It's Got To Be The Shoes
So last night I watched “Taking Lives.”
Overall, it was extremely predictable, and there’s not really much I can say about it except…well, since the early 90s Brad Pitt has clearly been establishing a pattern of “trading up” when it comes to the women in his life. Some people who aren’t me think that Gwyneth Paltrow is very attractive. Even if that belief were true, I think that most everyone would agree that moving to Jennifer Aniston was definitely a move up in the attractiveness food chain.
And now, in moving from her to “Taking Lives” star Angelina Jolie, he’s continuing the pattern.
Sure, she gives off this total psycho vibe, and I’m sure she’s the type that would leave marks, but damn.
I suppose that it’s sad that a beautiful couple like Brad and Jen has split up, but out of the wreckage a slightly more beautiful couple has been formed, and I doubt that the soon to be former Mrs. Pitt will be starved for company for too long, so I don’t think there’s a need to shed too many tears for them.
Of course, while Brad has managed to trade up (and honestly, I have to say I’m really impressed by the fact that he had the audacity to even think that it was possible to trade up from Jennifer Aniston, to say nothing of the fact that he actually pulled it off), there is one drawback for him: the distinct possibility that she might be comparing him to her ex.
Now, if her ex were George Clooney, or Tom Cruise, that would be one thing, but we’re talking about Billy Bob Thornton. Worse than just the fact that she might be comparing him to Billy Bob at all, though, is the thought that he might not stack up.
Still, it could be good for him. In ancient Rome, generals returning from successful campaigns were advised to “Remember thou art mortal” to remind them that there were indeed limits to their power and to prevent them from giving in to hubris and overarching ambition.
For someone like Brad Pitt, who undoubtedly feels a sense of god-like power (and who could blame him if he does), the reminder “Remember that thou might not compare favorably in the sack to a middle-aged hillbilly” can’t help but keep him at least somewhat humble…
As for Ms. Jolie and those lips, which sometimes seem like they have a career of their own, I have sort of a lust/hate relationship with her (and them).
Well, you can’t really call it a relationship, I guess, as she’s not really engaged in it in any fashion, so it’s mostly just me wishing I could nail her while simultaneously having a problem with her.
It’s not that she’s got weird tattoos or possibly sleeps with her brother (remember that, too, Brad; you might not stack up to him, either), or that “Hackers” was one of the biggest pieces of crap ever committed to celluloid. No, it’s something else entirely.
Eleven years ago, when Ms. Jolie was still just a beautiful, though probably freaky, nineteen year-old whose career was just getting started, I created a character named Fontaine.
At the time I hadn’t seen “Cyborg 2,” which would appear to be Jolie’s first “major” movie, so I had no idea that she even existed, but in creating Fontaine I pictured a beautiful, dark-haired woman with dark, piercing eyes and extremely full lips.
Sound at all familiar?
Beyond her physical appearance, Fontaine was an ass-kicking femme fatale, a thief and adventurer who tended to go into most situations with guns blazing.
So physically, Fontaine looks like Angelina Jolie, and in terms of personality she has a great deal in common with Lara Croft, a character Jolie played in two movies.
Even though Fontaine is, in virtually all respects, radically different from Lara Croft and I created her long before Jolie or Croft ever hit the scene, if I were to become motivated to enough to do more with Fontaine, the superficial, but undeniable, Jolie/Croft similarities would make her seem derivative and undoubtedly hamper her success.
And that’s my problem with Angelina Jolie; the simple fact of her existence.
After all, while a parent isn’t supposed to have favorites, of all of my “children,” Fontaine may very well be my favorite, so the thought that she might fail to find an audience through no fault or her own, annoys me.
Of course, I’m the real culprit here, as I clearly haven’t worked hard enough to make Fontaine a success over the past decade, thereby forestalling the whole problem.
In any case, the physical resemblance between my vision of Fontaine and Angelina Jolie is pretty uncanny given the timing. Sure, Fontaine is quite a bit taller, her eyes are ever-so slightly more Asiatic in shape, her full lips curve down into a slight permanent scowl, whereas Jolie’s curve into a slight smile, and Fontaine’s face is a little sharper and more angular, but for the most part when I draw Fontaine, using Jolie is pretty much the only option, which keeps the connection firmly in place.
I suppose the upshot is that, being a lazy failure, I’m unlikely to do much with Fontaine anyway, and thus the accusations of being derivative will never materialize…
As I type this I’m now back into my regular time off.
I didn’t do much with my extra days off.
This morning I got up, went for a walk, then came home and called my mother to wish her a happy Mother’s Day (I hope you all remembered your moms today).
I talked to her for a couple of minutes, then she got a beep and asked if she could call me back, as it was my brother calling and she chose to blow me off to talk to him.
Shortly after my mother (eventually) called back, Kathleen called to inform me that she had gone on a couple of calls with the fire department this morning which had resulted in blisters on her feet, so she was not interested in going shopping today, as that would involve walking.
So left to my own devices I headed out into the world to pick up a few things on my own.
Let me just say this: going to Wal-Mart on a Sunday morning? That won’t piss you off.
While there I did manage to pick up a new blender, but I wasn’t able to find new shoes.
I decided to check out Target, and failed to find shoes there as well.
I don’t understand the appeal of Target. Basically they just sell the same crap as Wal-Mart, but they charge more for it. Presumably the fact that the charge more makes people thing that it’s higher quality, even though it’s exactly the same stuff that can be found at Wal-Mart.
So then I came home and went for another walk.
After I got home, “Zalfiro” called and we talked for a while.
Based on his suggestion, I went online to find the shoes I was looking for.
In case you’re wondering what these mystery shoes are, let me answer that by first prefacing my answer by saying that I freely admit that I am a dork.
In “Sin City,” both the movies and the comics, the character of Dwight wears a pair of prominently displayed Converse classic high tops (As does Wallace, the protagonist of the Sin City yarn “To Hell and Back.”).
So I wanted a pair, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof because if I have a pair I will be just as cool as Dwight and Wallace.
That’s the way it works, right?
Right?
Okay, so maybe it doesn’t work that way, but either way, that’s what I wanted.
In any case, I found a pair (a bargain at $40) on the Converse Web Site and ordered them.
So in 2 to 3 business days I will be a bad-ass, slightly unhinged noir tough guy.
Or, you know, a dork with cool shoes.
In any case, I may be back later with more, but for now I need to start preparing for “Animation Domination” on Fox.
Overall, it was extremely predictable, and there’s not really much I can say about it except…well, since the early 90s Brad Pitt has clearly been establishing a pattern of “trading up” when it comes to the women in his life. Some people who aren’t me think that Gwyneth Paltrow is very attractive. Even if that belief were true, I think that most everyone would agree that moving to Jennifer Aniston was definitely a move up in the attractiveness food chain.
And now, in moving from her to “Taking Lives” star Angelina Jolie, he’s continuing the pattern.
Sure, she gives off this total psycho vibe, and I’m sure she’s the type that would leave marks, but damn.
I suppose that it’s sad that a beautiful couple like Brad and Jen has split up, but out of the wreckage a slightly more beautiful couple has been formed, and I doubt that the soon to be former Mrs. Pitt will be starved for company for too long, so I don’t think there’s a need to shed too many tears for them.
Of course, while Brad has managed to trade up (and honestly, I have to say I’m really impressed by the fact that he had the audacity to even think that it was possible to trade up from Jennifer Aniston, to say nothing of the fact that he actually pulled it off), there is one drawback for him: the distinct possibility that she might be comparing him to her ex.
Now, if her ex were George Clooney, or Tom Cruise, that would be one thing, but we’re talking about Billy Bob Thornton. Worse than just the fact that she might be comparing him to Billy Bob at all, though, is the thought that he might not stack up.
Still, it could be good for him. In ancient Rome, generals returning from successful campaigns were advised to “Remember thou art mortal” to remind them that there were indeed limits to their power and to prevent them from giving in to hubris and overarching ambition.
For someone like Brad Pitt, who undoubtedly feels a sense of god-like power (and who could blame him if he does), the reminder “Remember that thou might not compare favorably in the sack to a middle-aged hillbilly” can’t help but keep him at least somewhat humble…
As for Ms. Jolie and those lips, which sometimes seem like they have a career of their own, I have sort of a lust/hate relationship with her (and them).
Well, you can’t really call it a relationship, I guess, as she’s not really engaged in it in any fashion, so it’s mostly just me wishing I could nail her while simultaneously having a problem with her.
It’s not that she’s got weird tattoos or possibly sleeps with her brother (remember that, too, Brad; you might not stack up to him, either), or that “Hackers” was one of the biggest pieces of crap ever committed to celluloid. No, it’s something else entirely.
Eleven years ago, when Ms. Jolie was still just a beautiful, though probably freaky, nineteen year-old whose career was just getting started, I created a character named Fontaine.
At the time I hadn’t seen “Cyborg 2,” which would appear to be Jolie’s first “major” movie, so I had no idea that she even existed, but in creating Fontaine I pictured a beautiful, dark-haired woman with dark, piercing eyes and extremely full lips.
Sound at all familiar?
Beyond her physical appearance, Fontaine was an ass-kicking femme fatale, a thief and adventurer who tended to go into most situations with guns blazing.
So physically, Fontaine looks like Angelina Jolie, and in terms of personality she has a great deal in common with Lara Croft, a character Jolie played in two movies.
Even though Fontaine is, in virtually all respects, radically different from Lara Croft and I created her long before Jolie or Croft ever hit the scene, if I were to become motivated to enough to do more with Fontaine, the superficial, but undeniable, Jolie/Croft similarities would make her seem derivative and undoubtedly hamper her success.
And that’s my problem with Angelina Jolie; the simple fact of her existence.
After all, while a parent isn’t supposed to have favorites, of all of my “children,” Fontaine may very well be my favorite, so the thought that she might fail to find an audience through no fault or her own, annoys me.
Of course, I’m the real culprit here, as I clearly haven’t worked hard enough to make Fontaine a success over the past decade, thereby forestalling the whole problem.
In any case, the physical resemblance between my vision of Fontaine and Angelina Jolie is pretty uncanny given the timing. Sure, Fontaine is quite a bit taller, her eyes are ever-so slightly more Asiatic in shape, her full lips curve down into a slight permanent scowl, whereas Jolie’s curve into a slight smile, and Fontaine’s face is a little sharper and more angular, but for the most part when I draw Fontaine, using Jolie is pretty much the only option, which keeps the connection firmly in place.
I suppose the upshot is that, being a lazy failure, I’m unlikely to do much with Fontaine anyway, and thus the accusations of being derivative will never materialize…
As I type this I’m now back into my regular time off.
I didn’t do much with my extra days off.
This morning I got up, went for a walk, then came home and called my mother to wish her a happy Mother’s Day (I hope you all remembered your moms today).
I talked to her for a couple of minutes, then she got a beep and asked if she could call me back, as it was my brother calling and she chose to blow me off to talk to him.
Shortly after my mother (eventually) called back, Kathleen called to inform me that she had gone on a couple of calls with the fire department this morning which had resulted in blisters on her feet, so she was not interested in going shopping today, as that would involve walking.
So left to my own devices I headed out into the world to pick up a few things on my own.
Let me just say this: going to Wal-Mart on a Sunday morning? That won’t piss you off.
While there I did manage to pick up a new blender, but I wasn’t able to find new shoes.
I decided to check out Target, and failed to find shoes there as well.
I don’t understand the appeal of Target. Basically they just sell the same crap as Wal-Mart, but they charge more for it. Presumably the fact that the charge more makes people thing that it’s higher quality, even though it’s exactly the same stuff that can be found at Wal-Mart.
So then I came home and went for another walk.
After I got home, “Zalfiro” called and we talked for a while.
Based on his suggestion, I went online to find the shoes I was looking for.
In case you’re wondering what these mystery shoes are, let me answer that by first prefacing my answer by saying that I freely admit that I am a dork.
In “Sin City,” both the movies and the comics, the character of Dwight wears a pair of prominently displayed Converse classic high tops (As does Wallace, the protagonist of the Sin City yarn “To Hell and Back.”).
So I wanted a pair, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof because if I have a pair I will be just as cool as Dwight and Wallace.
That’s the way it works, right?
Right?
Okay, so maybe it doesn’t work that way, but either way, that’s what I wanted.
In any case, I found a pair (a bargain at $40) on the Converse Web Site and ordered them.
So in 2 to 3 business days I will be a bad-ass, slightly unhinged noir tough guy.
Or, you know, a dork with cool shoes.
In any case, I may be back later with more, but for now I need to start preparing for “Animation Domination” on Fox.
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Up next for the Board of Education? Presentations by the Flat Earth Society and Luddites, and a forum on how cameras steal people's souls.
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Up next for the Board of Education? Presentations by the Flat Earth Society and Luddites, and a forum on how cameras steal people's souls.
I'm thinking about heading out there to tell them to teach that thunderstorms are caused by The Mighty Thor...
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