Friday, August 13, 2010
The folder.
I have a folder somewhere (gotta love that organization!) with some of my writing throughout the years. It has poetry, prose, and scripts. When I find it (I saw it not that long ago...honest), I'll look through and post my favorite stuff to this very blog. I figure it'll get me pumped to do more writing. It damn well better!
2 months later...
...and I guess not TOO much has changed.
I still have odd sleeping habits, much to my chagrin. I seem to only be able to fix it for a day or two at a time.
Hanging out with the ex has been fine, except for when she starts randomly crying over the fuckbag that cheated on her.
My friend in Ohio's boyfriend's dad is still in a coma. The bills total about $20,000 so far.
Volume 1 of the anthology I signed up for exists and it's my new favorite anthology. http://thegatheringcomic.blogspot.com/ I can't recall ever reading so many fantastic two-page stories. If the editor guy hasn't forgotten about me, I think my debut will be in volume 5, which will probably be next year. The editor guy said we can use artists from outside of the Bendis board, so I think that's what I'll do. I brought it up to Seth and he said no until I told him it was just 2 pages and probably wouldn't be due until next year. The editor wants to do themes to each volume (1 is Hope, 2 is Despair, 3 is Heroes) but I want to know what volume 5's theme is before really getting into it. Though I guess I can come up with something and then adjust it later. I'm considering taking back my offer to Seth and going with his brother Jude since I know it would actually get done. Maybe one page from each? Well, it's something to think about.
My buddy Mike offered to give me his old computer since this one sucks. With each passing day I can feel it getting slower and slower. If/when he makes good on it, I'll once again put paper to glass and let the cry of "croatoa" echo throughout the land. Hopefully it's soon.
I removed some of the older posts or edited them because I had given the address to this out to someone and didn't want any mutual parties to become aware of what was happening. I doubt they've read this, but if they have...hello, Will!
I finally got some new shorts and shoes. At least I got some shit done.
I still have odd sleeping habits, much to my chagrin. I seem to only be able to fix it for a day or two at a time.
Hanging out with the ex has been fine, except for when she starts randomly crying over the fuckbag that cheated on her.
My friend in Ohio's boyfriend's dad is still in a coma. The bills total about $20,000 so far.
Volume 1 of the anthology I signed up for exists and it's my new favorite anthology. http://thegatheringcomic.blogspot.com/ I can't recall ever reading so many fantastic two-page stories. If the editor guy hasn't forgotten about me, I think my debut will be in volume 5, which will probably be next year. The editor guy said we can use artists from outside of the Bendis board, so I think that's what I'll do. I brought it up to Seth and he said no until I told him it was just 2 pages and probably wouldn't be due until next year. The editor wants to do themes to each volume (1 is Hope, 2 is Despair, 3 is Heroes) but I want to know what volume 5's theme is before really getting into it. Though I guess I can come up with something and then adjust it later. I'm considering taking back my offer to Seth and going with his brother Jude since I know it would actually get done. Maybe one page from each? Well, it's something to think about.
My buddy Mike offered to give me his old computer since this one sucks. With each passing day I can feel it getting slower and slower. If/when he makes good on it, I'll once again put paper to glass and let the cry of "croatoa" echo throughout the land. Hopefully it's soon.
I removed some of the older posts or edited them because I had given the address to this out to someone and didn't want any mutual parties to become aware of what was happening. I doubt they've read this, but if they have...hello, Will!
I finally got some new shorts and shoes. At least I got some shit done.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Ex...communicated?
My ex called me on Saturday. Wait...let me back up.
About a month back, I called her out-of-fucking-nowhere as I'd heard she broke up with the douchebag she was going out with. She was a little shocked to hear from me and broke down in tears at random times during the call. I had every right to attack her and basically say "I toldja so" but I didn't. I kept things very civil and then we said goodbye and that was that.
After my previous blog entry here, I ranted via phone to my friend in Ohio...who I met years and years ago through the ex. That was on Saturday while I was at the mall. Soon after we got done talking, the ex called her and kind of got the scoop on how I was feeling.
So yeah, the ex called me on Saturday. She said it sounded like I could use a friend and I figured she was a bit of a wreck so I figured we could mutually comfort each other. She stopped by to pick me up and we ate dinner while she washed the douchebag off her bed sheets at the laundromat just buildings away from where we were eating. She invited me back to her place to hang out and see her family again but I'd been awake for far too long by that point and I always get really grumpy so I insisted she take me back home. I invited her in for a bit since she hasn't seen much of the changes I've done to the apartment.
She ended up staying for 3 or 4 hours. We talked for a bit, though it was mostly her talking. I got the details of her breakup. Yeesh. I wanted to kick his ass before, 2 years ago. Even moreso now. You don't get engaged to someone and agree to move in with them only to squash both arrangements at the 11th hour. What a dick move. But hey...this dude isn't even 21 yet and had a sheltered life. Not a huge shock that he decided to play the field at the first chance he got.
Anyway, enough about that. It was odd to hear from her out-of-nowhere like that, but it did brighten up my mood. We even spent most of Sunday IMing each other on AIM. So I guess we're friends again?
About a month back, I called her out-of-fucking-nowhere as I'd heard she broke up with the douchebag she was going out with. She was a little shocked to hear from me and broke down in tears at random times during the call. I had every right to attack her and basically say "I toldja so" but I didn't. I kept things very civil and then we said goodbye and that was that.
After my previous blog entry here, I ranted via phone to my friend in Ohio...who I met years and years ago through the ex. That was on Saturday while I was at the mall. Soon after we got done talking, the ex called her and kind of got the scoop on how I was feeling.
So yeah, the ex called me on Saturday. She said it sounded like I could use a friend and I figured she was a bit of a wreck so I figured we could mutually comfort each other. She stopped by to pick me up and we ate dinner while she washed the douchebag off her bed sheets at the laundromat just buildings away from where we were eating. She invited me back to her place to hang out and see her family again but I'd been awake for far too long by that point and I always get really grumpy so I insisted she take me back home. I invited her in for a bit since she hasn't seen much of the changes I've done to the apartment.
She ended up staying for 3 or 4 hours. We talked for a bit, though it was mostly her talking. I got the details of her breakup. Yeesh. I wanted to kick his ass before, 2 years ago. Even moreso now. You don't get engaged to someone and agree to move in with them only to squash both arrangements at the 11th hour. What a dick move. But hey...this dude isn't even 21 yet and had a sheltered life. Not a huge shock that he decided to play the field at the first chance he got.
Anyway, enough about that. It was odd to hear from her out-of-nowhere like that, but it did brighten up my mood. We even spent most of Sunday IMing each other on AIM. So I guess we're friends again?
Friday, June 11, 2010
Excommunicated.
At least that's how I've felt for the past few weeks. I've barely heard a peep from my reach-out-and-touch-you friends. I didn't make any off-color remarks about them or clog their toilets or anything like that, so I don't know what the deal is.
Someone I know from a message board I post on was talking a few days ago about how he's at the point with this girl that he's known for 4 years that he's the one initiating all contact with her.
Once I thought about it, I realized that almost all of my friendships are like that. And these are people I've known for far FAR longer than 4 years. If I had to break it down, I'd say almost all of my friendships with people I know in "real life" are 90/10, and that's being generous. I have ONE friendship that I feel is 50/50 and they don't even live in the same state as me anymore.
It's just about to the point where the only way to see my friends is at the bar. Hey, I like going to the bar, but that's a bit much. I almost equate it to a pimp/whore (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORES!) relationship, but with less smacking. At least when I'm there. I pay Party A X amount of cash to interact with Party B.
Have we all fallen into a certain rhythm where we know what to expect from one another? Is everyone else just so busy with their daily routines that a simple "hello" is out of the question? What can I do to change things? Can they be changed?
It feels good to get this out, but I still feel terrible.
Someone I know from a message board I post on was talking a few days ago about how he's at the point with this girl that he's known for 4 years that he's the one initiating all contact with her.
Once I thought about it, I realized that almost all of my friendships are like that. And these are people I've known for far FAR longer than 4 years. If I had to break it down, I'd say almost all of my friendships with people I know in "real life" are 90/10, and that's being generous. I have ONE friendship that I feel is 50/50 and they don't even live in the same state as me anymore.
It's just about to the point where the only way to see my friends is at the bar. Hey, I like going to the bar, but that's a bit much. I almost equate it to a pimp/whore (WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORES!) relationship, but with less smacking. At least when I'm there. I pay Party A X amount of cash to interact with Party B.
Have we all fallen into a certain rhythm where we know what to expect from one another? Is everyone else just so busy with their daily routines that a simple "hello" is out of the question? What can I do to change things? Can they be changed?
It feels good to get this out, but I still feel terrible.
Monday, May 10, 2010
100 Bullets (fake) cast
http://www.606studios.com/bendisboard/showpost.php?p=6806944&postcount=8582
Thoughts? I tried to cover all the "main" characters.
Thoughts? I tried to cover all the "main" characters.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Secret Avengers
Steve in the Fighting American costume? Huh...didn't see that coming.
www.bleedingcool.com
www.bleedingcool.com
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Or not...
The shower is still leaking when I take a shower. Great. Looks like the sink may be as well.
Ugh.
Ugh.
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