I'M ITCHY!!! IT'S LIKE, REALLY, REALLY FREAKIN' BAD....AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
I can't stand it, man. I'm gonna rip all my skin off. I'm gonna rip it off and put it somewhere 'till it quits itching...Rip. It. Off.
Soooo itchy.
If you're a superhero, and everyone already knows who you are (for example, everybody switches between calling him Wolverine and Logan) why would you keep wearing a mask? No, no...forget that. Masks can look pretty cool. Some people should just wear them all the time. But why keep wearing that lame-ass costume? Seriously, man...skintight Spandex? Really? Really? Bright, primary colors....pretty little patterns....underwear on the outside of your tights. You guys are a mess. For real, man. At least, if you're gonna do it, go simple. Look at Deadpool. Nightwing. Those guys know how to do it; darker colors, no underwear as outerwear...their archenemies aren't gonna be laughing behind their backs. Unless they're the Joker...but he laughs whenever someone bleeds, so....
Yeah, I know that Nightwing and the Joker and Deadpool aren't all from the same comic company. But I don't believe in segregating. Is that okay with you?
Oh, oh....you wanna know what I hate? Huh? Huh? I hate it when people online blast me for having a sense of humor...(I'm not displaying it right now, so shut it) or any semblance of a personality. That really annoys me. I really hate terms like "n00b", "troll" (although trolling itself is a pretty fun way to kill some time), "epic", and, especially, "fail". Shut your dirty, grandma-kissing mouth you illiterate dork. I never fail at anything...except maybe failing at failing. So, yeah...go squat somewhere.
Dorks, dorks, all of you....dorks!
So, anyway....whatcha doin'? You good? Gettin' plenty of fiber? Yeah? That's nice.
Everything's nice. It's all nice, all the time. I'm gonna draw something really cool. I bought a Liars album on iTunes and it does nice things to my brain. I'm gonna see if I can't get some of it to leak out and soak it up with some drawing paper. And then I'm gonna post it online and hope that it infects the entire internet so that all your screens will turn green and no one will ever be able to rick-roll anyone ever again because that's really getting annoying when all I want to see is a decent version of The Watchmen trailer.
C-c-c-c-Cobra Commander!
Let's go melt Reed Richards' face. Permanent-like.
My butt is numb. That means it's time to get off the computer, get out of the house, get into my car, and drive around until the motion of the car and the soothing sound of the engine lulls me to sleep.
Do I need to say it? Do I really need to say it? Fine. Don't sleep and drive. Leave that to the professional dumb-asses. Like me.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
the shell.
I sometimes wonder if I have Asperger's syndrome and never knew it (my dad was never too big on doctors...unless we were sick in a very obvious, physical way, forget it...) I'm being serious, so don't anybody jump on me about how Aperger's is a very serious condition and how your cousin has it and how it's been such a struggle for him all his life and that you have to suffer through trying to carry on a normal conversation with him every Thanksgiving, because I really don't care and don't want to hear about it. If anyone's even reading this, that is.
I wonder this because I've always had a very difficult time with people. I can't keep a friend to save my life, and I've never had a true best friend. I have trouble connecting to the world and the people around me, and I always feel very much alone, like I can't ever really talk to anyone, because when I do, they always misunderstand what I'm trying to say. And, no, the above paragraph isn't a good clue on which to base your assumptions as to what my problem is...and yeah, I was about to end this sentence in a preposition. Grammer Nazis...
Anyway, it ends up making me feel that no one is willing to accept me as I am...except God. He's the only one who will, no matter what. But people are not so accepting. I really am much more considerate in real life...maybe it's because I'm not very open. But I don't know if I can change that. Really don't think it's likely around someone I barely know, either, if I can't even open up to those closest to me.
I'm not even sure there is anyone in this world I would want to let inside. Maybe there really is something wrong with me...if you knew the whole of it, you would probably think I was weird. I don't feel like telling it.
I wonder this because I've always had a very difficult time with people. I can't keep a friend to save my life, and I've never had a true best friend. I have trouble connecting to the world and the people around me, and I always feel very much alone, like I can't ever really talk to anyone, because when I do, they always misunderstand what I'm trying to say. And, no, the above paragraph isn't a good clue on which to base your assumptions as to what my problem is...and yeah, I was about to end this sentence in a preposition. Grammer Nazis...
Anyway, it ends up making me feel that no one is willing to accept me as I am...except God. He's the only one who will, no matter what. But people are not so accepting. I really am much more considerate in real life...maybe it's because I'm not very open. But I don't know if I can change that. Really don't think it's likely around someone I barely know, either, if I can't even open up to those closest to me.
I'm not even sure there is anyone in this world I would want to let inside. Maybe there really is something wrong with me...if you knew the whole of it, you would probably think I was weird. I don't feel like telling it.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
All we ask of you is a stake through the heart...
So...did you hear? Turns out that new guy, Swimmington von Stuffington III, esq. is actually Xtreme's brother! Pretty crazy, huh? I totally did not see that one coming. If I wasn't watching raptly as the drama unfolded already, I definitely am now.
A sack of delightfully shaped, tasty snacks to anyone who knows what I'm talking about right now.
I hate summer. Maaan. It's coming, too.
You know you really oughta...get outta California....
Yes, I do.
I don't feel like doing this right now. Sorry about that.
A sack of delightfully shaped, tasty snacks to anyone who knows what I'm talking about right now.
I hate summer. Maaan. It's coming, too.
You know you really oughta...get outta California....
Yes, I do.
I don't feel like doing this right now. Sorry about that.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I wish I spoke Japanese.
I like the way the Japanese language sounds. I like the fact that you don't speak it and wouldn't understand me if I did. I like it better than English. It sounds nicer than English. English just sounds clumsy and loud compared to Japanese.
No, I do not hate America. I don't hate the English language, either. In fact, I quite enjoy using it to prove my point that it sounds clumsy and loud.
Anyway....I just wish I spoke Japanese. That's all.
I also wish I could leave right now. Not this website, but the actual physical place I'm currently in. (proper English and grammer? Don't bother me with stuff like that) Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to travel around. Whenever my family and I would go on a trip somewhere, I'd get really depressed at the thought of going home. I always hated going home. Going home just sucked; it meant getting back to normal, everyday routine and counting the days till you could upset that routine again. I'm still like that. I hate being in the same place all the time. Makes me feel stifled. I'm not even married or anything, but I still can't leave. Not yet. There's a list of reasons, but I'm not going to bore myself.
The thing is, I keep wondering that, if I were to be offered an open door, would I go through it right now, even with all the reasons I have to stay? I sometimes think I would. Actually, the only way I could really do that, was if I didn't hesitate or think and I just went. But if I paused for just a moment, I'd remember all the people who are counting on me to be here for them, and I probably couldn't go. I'd always be worried about them. I know they could get along without me, that isn't what I'm saying. The problem is that...well, I can't actually go into that. It's too complicated. Too long a story. I just think they'd feel betrayed. I don't know if they could handle that, always feeling like I just wanted to escape from them, you know, when that wasn't it at all. And they'd worry, which would make me worry. Maybe I'd just come back, anyway. Man. I don't know. I probably just think too much. Everything would probably be fine. But it's the not knowing for sure that bothers me. There are two people in my life who depend on me for something, and I don't want to let them down. I don't want them to be alone. And they might feel that way if I wasn't there.
I bet this sounds so screwed up to you right now. You're probably thinking all kinds of things. But you really don't know. And I'm not gonna try to explain. I hate explaining things like this.
But, if I could go, where would I go? I've thought a lot about this. First, I would head to northern California, where the giant redwood forests meet the Pacific ocean. If you've never been to the Seqouia Nat'l Forest, you gotta go sometime before you die. If you're anything like me, you'll never want to go home after seeing that. The trees there are huge, and older than you and I put together. They've survived forest fires when everything else was destroyed, and probably thousands of generations of animals and birds have made their homes in those trees. They're amazing. They can even grow smaller trees right on their branches. That place gives you a funny feeling...like if you looked deep enough into the forest, you'd see something you never could have imagined. I dunno. It just feels like you would.
After that, I'd leave the country, go to China. That's pretty vague, but there are a lot of things I'd like to see in China. It's such a huge country, that could take a while. But it's really beautiful. So much history there, too, not like in America, where we're a relatively new established country. I want to see the Terracotta warriors (they say there are about 8,000 in all, and I guess not all of them have been excavated yet...there are even terra cotta horses) and the Great Wall...man, I want to ride my bike along the top of the Great Wall (not the whole thing, of course...not only is it thousands of miles long, but some of it's crumbled away) I don't know if that's even possible, but it'd be worth a shot. Salt flats, the Forbidden City, the great Buddha of Leshan, the castles and temples and tombs, the mountainscapes....there's a lot more to China than rice, Communism, and lead-based paint, I'm telling you.
After that, I might wander around a bit before I went to the place I've been wanting to go the most. Japan (where'd you think I was gonna say? Wrigley stadium? Although, I am a Cubs fan...) I want to live in Japan. It jst seems like an amazing country. I mean, they take comics a lot more seriously than Americans ever did, they love animation, nature, and baseball. The best video games come out of Japan. They had Samurai and ninja and a long, intense history of struggle and rebirth. They take politeness to a whole other level and some of the oldest living people in the world are Japanese. That's got to mean something. There's a whole bunch of reasons I love Japan. I just have to get there.
Man. You know what movies I really used to love? The Indy movies. I didn't take to Temple of Doom as well as the other two (especially Raiders of the Lost Ark...are you kidding?) but I really liked all three. (Yeah, I can't wait for Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, either) There was a time when I wanted to be Indiana Jones. Nah, what am I saying? I still do.
No, I do not hate America. I don't hate the English language, either. In fact, I quite enjoy using it to prove my point that it sounds clumsy and loud.
Anyway....I just wish I spoke Japanese. That's all.
I also wish I could leave right now. Not this website, but the actual physical place I'm currently in. (proper English and grammer? Don't bother me with stuff like that) Ever since I can remember, I've wanted to travel around. Whenever my family and I would go on a trip somewhere, I'd get really depressed at the thought of going home. I always hated going home. Going home just sucked; it meant getting back to normal, everyday routine and counting the days till you could upset that routine again. I'm still like that. I hate being in the same place all the time. Makes me feel stifled. I'm not even married or anything, but I still can't leave. Not yet. There's a list of reasons, but I'm not going to bore myself.
The thing is, I keep wondering that, if I were to be offered an open door, would I go through it right now, even with all the reasons I have to stay? I sometimes think I would. Actually, the only way I could really do that, was if I didn't hesitate or think and I just went. But if I paused for just a moment, I'd remember all the people who are counting on me to be here for them, and I probably couldn't go. I'd always be worried about them. I know they could get along without me, that isn't what I'm saying. The problem is that...well, I can't actually go into that. It's too complicated. Too long a story. I just think they'd feel betrayed. I don't know if they could handle that, always feeling like I just wanted to escape from them, you know, when that wasn't it at all. And they'd worry, which would make me worry. Maybe I'd just come back, anyway. Man. I don't know. I probably just think too much. Everything would probably be fine. But it's the not knowing for sure that bothers me. There are two people in my life who depend on me for something, and I don't want to let them down. I don't want them to be alone. And they might feel that way if I wasn't there.
I bet this sounds so screwed up to you right now. You're probably thinking all kinds of things. But you really don't know. And I'm not gonna try to explain. I hate explaining things like this.
But, if I could go, where would I go? I've thought a lot about this. First, I would head to northern California, where the giant redwood forests meet the Pacific ocean. If you've never been to the Seqouia Nat'l Forest, you gotta go sometime before you die. If you're anything like me, you'll never want to go home after seeing that. The trees there are huge, and older than you and I put together. They've survived forest fires when everything else was destroyed, and probably thousands of generations of animals and birds have made their homes in those trees. They're amazing. They can even grow smaller trees right on their branches. That place gives you a funny feeling...like if you looked deep enough into the forest, you'd see something you never could have imagined. I dunno. It just feels like you would.
After that, I'd leave the country, go to China. That's pretty vague, but there are a lot of things I'd like to see in China. It's such a huge country, that could take a while. But it's really beautiful. So much history there, too, not like in America, where we're a relatively new established country. I want to see the Terracotta warriors (they say there are about 8,000 in all, and I guess not all of them have been excavated yet...there are even terra cotta horses) and the Great Wall...man, I want to ride my bike along the top of the Great Wall (not the whole thing, of course...not only is it thousands of miles long, but some of it's crumbled away) I don't know if that's even possible, but it'd be worth a shot. Salt flats, the Forbidden City, the great Buddha of Leshan, the castles and temples and tombs, the mountainscapes....there's a lot more to China than rice, Communism, and lead-based paint, I'm telling you.
After that, I might wander around a bit before I went to the place I've been wanting to go the most. Japan (where'd you think I was gonna say? Wrigley stadium? Although, I am a Cubs fan...) I want to live in Japan. It jst seems like an amazing country. I mean, they take comics a lot more seriously than Americans ever did, they love animation, nature, and baseball. The best video games come out of Japan. They had Samurai and ninja and a long, intense history of struggle and rebirth. They take politeness to a whole other level and some of the oldest living people in the world are Japanese. That's got to mean something. There's a whole bunch of reasons I love Japan. I just have to get there.
Man. You know what movies I really used to love? The Indy movies. I didn't take to Temple of Doom as well as the other two (especially Raiders of the Lost Ark...are you kidding?) but I really liked all three. (Yeah, I can't wait for Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, either) There was a time when I wanted to be Indiana Jones. Nah, what am I saying? I still do.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I ate your mom's pot roast and I'm not sorry.
I have a lot of problems. I am not well-adjusted, well-liked, and my well-being, is...well, not well at all. I have the sinking suspicion that I am, in fact, mentally ill. But I have no way of proving this at the moment, although I'm told actions give away much.
Anyway....
I have no idea why I started another new blog. I guess I'm a sucker for anonymity. I like it that you don't know who I am. It's much easier to tell crap to people if they can't pick you out in a line-up. Besides, talking about my feelings and all in person makes me nauseous.
So, I guess I'll come back when I actually have something to say. Whatever it is, you can pretty much count on it making you feel a whole lot better about yourself in comparison.
And, really, at the end of the day, isn't that what it's really about?
Glad to be of service.
Love, Jack
Anyway....
I have no idea why I started another new blog. I guess I'm a sucker for anonymity. I like it that you don't know who I am. It's much easier to tell crap to people if they can't pick you out in a line-up. Besides, talking about my feelings and all in person makes me nauseous.
So, I guess I'll come back when I actually have something to say. Whatever it is, you can pretty much count on it making you feel a whole lot better about yourself in comparison.
And, really, at the end of the day, isn't that what it's really about?
Glad to be of service.
Love, Jack
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