November 30th, 2011 - I once was, but now I am not.

I am no longer what I once was...

  Once again I approach a turning point in life, deciding whether to go left into obscurity or right into the spotlight. This use to always be an easy choice for me, one that I embraced, always veering the same direction; but with time and the infirmities of age, I'm not sure if I can continue turning right much longer. I was once an adventurer, now I am only a passenger.

September 19th, 2011 - We Must Press On

We Must Press On...

  Standing on the edge of despair I often look out over the valley of fear and see nothing on the horizon but armies of pain amassing. Armies built for the hardening of my psyche, but quickly forgotten in those brief moments of clarity which come so rarely. A clarity that grants visions of an endless universe that makes anything that might happen on this tiny blue dot pointless in the grand scheme. Unfortunately the armies are always destined to rise again until they are ultimately deemed useless and fade into oblivion after their enemy has been vanquished.

  Now shut the fuck up and go somewhere else. There is a time and a place and it is not now. Your time will come.

September 14th, 2011 - It's a Trap!

It's a Trap!

  So last weekend I decided to go camping out in the middle of the woods with some of my 'friends'. Before departing on this adventure, I informed them that landslides and falling rocks were a serious problem and that we should camp far away from any cliff faces. Little did I know that they were planning on having me set up my pup tent RIGHT UNDERNEATH A ROCKY CRAG OF DEATH!

  Upon arriving at our camp site and learning about this, I told them to fuck off and walked back to the nearest road and thumbed it to civilization where I took a taxi home. That'll teach them to try and take me 'camping'.

October 9th, 2010 - Tons o' Fun at New York Comic-Con

You wish you were looking at this crap in person.

  So my best frenemy David decided to give me passes that he had to New York Comic-Con this year that he decided not to use. In the past David & I did a really horrible documentary on Comic Book Conventions and I guess yelling at me the whole time to not breath into the microphone really wore him out on the whole idea of attending any future Cons. So I scrounged together all my pennies that I've saved up over the past year and bought myself a plane ticket to New York and fortunately had some friends here to stay with so I didn't get raped in the ass with a hotel room bill.

  So yeah, I'm here. It's sort of like Comic-Con, except not really. These New York people are nowhere near as nerdy as San Diego people and it certainly detracts from the overall feeling. Other than that it is just more of the same. To be honest, I see why my bestest frenemy is over the whole idea of attending Cons.

   The Author of this site is a man living in denial about the notion that there is anyone intelligent enough to have a conversation with anymore, so he writes to his computer instead.

   To summarize, he writes and rants and makes shit up.