Curse those Twilight people and their pack of hot werewolves!
(Who, ironically enough seem to be hairless in human mode.)
Damn my hormones, now I'm gonna have to see the damned thing.
Jen's NEVER gonna let me live this down.

So, Matt Moylan of LilFormers.Com, along with a slew of reviewers, whom, I'd generally never listen to, have still given all the reasons that I am never gonna waste time or money on Transformers 2.



"So, now that the movie is out everyone has been asking when I'm going to do somethign about Transformers 2. Well, this is pretty much how I feel about it. This movie has been so universally hated, so torn apart by every critic and blog as one of the worst movies ever, I really don't think I can add anything. In fact it's almost become an art form of it's own finding as reviewers find new levels of hyperbole to insult the movie.

Though I will say that the movie's supporters generally say things like "It's not supposed to be brilliant, just turn your brain off and have fun!" Sorry but, "turn your brain off" and "have fun" are directly contradictory. I'm not going to give any movie a break and pretend I'm stupid because it has expensive special FX (not good, expensive).

Anyways, it's sort of a sad statement about entertainment when this quality of movie does so well. It's just encouraging studios to abandon plot and acting in favor of girls bending over and junk blowing up."

Dawn of the Day of the Night of the Return of the Revenge of the Son of the Living Dead, part 33&1/3: The End of A New Beginning, The Prequel!

Monday is over, and with it, my really long weekend.
(I'm gonna skip karaoke at the Royal tonight.)

Well, my initial plan was to go to karaoke at Rumor's but I ran into Layla, and she told me she'd put me on the guest list for The National Air Sex Championship at the Nightlight.
I had another surprisingly dickhead-free day at work, and went home, sponged off, changed and hustled down there. I only saw the very end with the finalists competing, but, it was... an experience.
There were puppets, a stuffed sheep, and a MACHINE.
That's all I'm gonna say.
I saw a bunch of my old co-workers from Casa Que Pasa, and had a Lemon Drop Martini that was one of the best drinks I've had all week. Maybe all year.
But, once the championship was over, I left and went to Rumors for karaoke, where I butchered Hotel California and joined in on a group sing with Betty Desire, a girl with a kazoo, a hot punk guy and a couple of others.
Went for some spicy dumplings after last call like I wanted to do LAST night, and came home.
I wanna play Ghostbusters, but, it's late (and dark), and I'm buzzed. That's just BEGGING for nightmares! So, I will put on the anime I borrowed from Jesse (Speed Grapher) and go to sleep.

I hope next week is as fun as this week's been.
One can't complain much about having what has, essentially been a 5 day weekend.

My weekend started last Wednesday Night after work, at the Betty Show.
Hadn't been to one in a while, and it was fun.
Went to get dumplings after that, as I was rather intoxicated.
Ran into celtictiger and Shelby, and we went looking for michaelocalypse.
long story.

Then, on Thursday, I got paid, and it was a "me check" (though I still gotta pay my gas bill.)
I bought the Ghostbusters game for the XBOX 360 and played a little bit of it. I am currently in the Sedgewick Hotel (the first of at least 2 times, so I have read on the internet.)
There's a dead fisherman who has flooded the entire floor, and I am alone and tracking him through the hotel. There are candlabras(?) jumping off the walls and chasing me like spiders and exploding.
Spiders and fire. 2 of my FAVORITE things [/sarcasm]
Generally relaxing and having a ball.
Then, went to Steph's grad celebration at the Grand. Had a good time there, but left a bit early for bar-hopping. ambled over to Casa Que Pasa for a chicken/bacon quesadilla (that was absolutely delicious) and copious amounts of vodka.
Wanted to go to the foam party at Rumors, but the guy at the door, whom I'm not really sure was the door guy, told me the cover was $10. I would have spent it, but the foam was everywhere. I really just wanted a couple of drinks.


Friday, I went to Seattle. I should have caught the earlier bus, but the booze from the previous night made me a bit sluggish, and didn't wind up going until later in the evening. But, once I got there, while waiting for psychopomp_girl to get off work, I wandered around downtown Seattle. I REALLY should have gotten there earlier, as apparently, most of downtown doesn't stay open as long as I thought it did. Oh, well, I guess that stopped me from spending too much money needlessly, but still...
I still didn't find where they moved The Crypt to. Maybe next time.

When Mandi finally finished work, we went to the Mercury.
It was my first time there, and it was pretty cool. I saw more people that I knew than I thought I would, had a variety of drinks and a damn decent time.
Crashed on Mandi's couch while watching the Producers (Matthew Broderick/Nathan Lane version) after having some delicious mac & cheese with chili and peppers that, unfortunately came back to haunt me later.

I had to leave early, as I was catching a ride back to B'Ham with Jesse and Bethany.
We stopped at IHOP for breakfast. Bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, eggs over easy and a strawberry creamcheese belgian waffle so good that, while I wouldn't marry it, I'd pay for it to have and apartment and fornicate with it on the side behind my imaginary wife's back.
Rolling down the freeway back to the Ham, the previous nights eats came back with a vengeance. Not Montezuma's, mind you, but, damned close. I almost pooped myself in Jesse's car.
Yeah, I said it.
My guts were gonna explode. i haven't felt stomach pains like that since that fight I had with my ex-boyfriend's ex-boyfriend suckerpunched me back in '96.
Luckily, The universe relented on its cruel joke, and the gas station we stopped at had an open bathroom.
(I would NOT have made it into the store to ask for the key).

Jesse dropped me at the mall and I (rantothebathroomagain) and window shopped.
Bethany and barbarianqueen went into the photo shop and got pictures taken of little Bridget.
EYEMELTINGLY EXTREME CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!

Went to Goth'N'Go to peruse the T-Shirts and Hoodies.
Found out that I am very rusty at Carn'Evil.

Rolled back downtown in time to hang out with the BS'ers at the Black Drop.
scribbled out a scene from a comic idea that came to me in a dream for [Unknown LJ tag] to ink.
Ran homw to get my own drawing supplies.
Showed Tiana my comic, PowerTrip. She seems to dig it.
Jesse and I tried to get to the COmic shop, but they were closed.
Everyone dispersed, and I went home.
Ran out to buy a new shirt at Freddy's and ran into gelf_girl, whom I also ran into at the Mercury, the night before.
I went back home, showered, redressed and went bar-hopping.
The Roller Betties were having a victory celebration. The place was packed, so i didn't stay long.
Tried to get wildcherrygal to come out, and she eventually did.
Overall, a great night.

Last night was short, but great.
I had to go to work, but, it was actually a good day with a minimum of ass-hattery.
I got off work, and went to my first fetish night in almost 2 years.
Again, I saw a bunch of folks I haven't seen in a while in general, muchless in the same place at the same time. I didn't stay as long as I would have liked, but it was still cool.

The words for the weekend have been "LemonDrop" and "Long Island Iced Tea".
I should have gotten some dumplings when I had the chance, maybe tonight after karaoke. Which will, unfortunately, be after work. Which I have to go to right NOW.
There are other little details, but they will have to wait.

Aloha!

Why the hell are people so.... "basic", as my old friend, Cliff would put it?

I make comic strips, yeah?
I have had more than my share of false starts, reworkings, and dropped ideas, but, for the most part, i put my heart and soul into them... or, at least, I used to.

I have a couple of my comics and ideas and such posted over at DrunkDuck.com and, for some of them, I have a small following. It was a few months ago, during a block where I couldn't produce that I decided to make a comic of outright smut.
Lo and behold, it is my most popular comic there to date.

I ran with it for a while, but, quickly lost interest, as, I am not really much of a creator of such naughtyness... at least it's not what I want to DO with my comics.
But, what really pisses me off is that no one really paid much attention to anything else I did.
Now, this wouldn't bother me so much if this was the case across the board at DrunkDuck, ComicsGenesis, or any other online comics community inhternet thingamajig that i watch.
But it isn't.
I gotta admit, it annoys me when I peruse the place and see nothing but stupid stick figure comics, sprite comics and badly drawn manga rip-offs, the crux of whose scripts are nothing but dick jokes, fag jokes and racist jokes, are the most popular things there.
Again, this wouldn't bother me if I thought that the majority of the readers and fans of these comics were the mentally damaged, developmentally arrested, frustrated virgin webcomic fans that the stereotypes suggest, but I know better.... or DO I?

So, out of anger, and honestly, downright whiny-bitchness, i devised a small social experiment:
I made one comic, of 4 obscure one-shot characters from some of my past comics, all female, in their underwear with sheer tops with the titles of my other comics printed on them.
I purposely made them disproportionate with badly drawn tits of erroneous gravitational effect, just to see if anyone would notice ( THAT )

Apparently, no one did.
I only did this about 7 hours ago, and already have 60 hits and 2 comments.
That's more than Shrimp Fried Riot got for the entire 6 months I had it up on Drunk Duck.
Not bad for a single page of an unadvertised comic that's only been in existance for just over a quarter of a day.
And, also, all the other comics and pin ups and stuff I do that I plastered across the chests of these (to the readers) nameless females, suddenly got a little spike in readership as well.

Really, America? REALLY?!!
I've only been making these comics, cross-posting about them across communities and discussing them since 2006!

Of course, the 2 comments I got on this comic were:
"I've looked at those comics, but sometimes a comic grabs you & sometimes it doesn't."
and, the oh-so-original
"What he said".

I see.
So, basically, all it takes to "grab" a reader is a pair (or 4) of badly drawn tits.

Once upon a time, the concept of self-produced webcomics gave me hope, and maybe just a little bit of love for the world.
Now, I weep for humanity.

This is the way the world ends...
Not with a bang,
but with a horde of man-eating narwhals who have somehow mutated legs and land-lungs.
They roam from donut shop to donut shop, stealing all the donut holes and using them
as ammunition for their mutated blowholes to blast chunks out of the midsections of the
unsuspecting, uncaring, unfeeling, oblivious ass-captains who stand, staring at them incredulously until they're close enough to fire.

It will take exactly 3 weeks for the narwhals to sweep across England, The U.S. and Canada before the idiotic pastry chefs get their thumbs out of their asses and stop making donut holes. By then, it is too late.
Enough people are dead that there has officially been a population implosion, and there are no longer enough doctors and nurses to run hospitals.
Not enough teachers to teach the remaining children how to spell
K-I-L-L A-L-L N-A-R-W-H-A-L-S.

Civilization is officially running on fumes from their "rise against" tanks.
We are fighting like neanderthals, while the Narwhals (now with a CAPITAL 'N') are getting smarter every fortnight.
Oh, look. They've just rediscovered the stabby things atop their heads.

Yesterday, amidst a sea of uppity suburbanites, snotty, bratty teenage bitc er, girls, crotchety old people and witehats, whitehats and MORE FUCKING WHITEHATS...
one of the kindest, most polite customers I had was..... (are you ready for this?)
A husky, red-headed juggalo and his silent girlfriend.

He was a polite convo, said please and thank you, and HANDED his money to me like an adult instead of throwing it at me like a dickhead.

He even had (mostly) good taste in music as he bobbed along to Led Zeppelin and Hendrix playing on my amplified iPod in the background.
(He, of course suggested that I throw on some ICP, but I can forgive him for that, as he was still one of the better customers I'd had all day

So, anyway, don't get me wrong, I still hate juggalos.
and whitehats.
and bratty teenagers.
and suburbanite yuppies with inflated senses of entitlement.
and assholes talking on their fucking phones when they should be paying attention.
and the general run of humanity....

But, it's good to know that no matter what the group, there are always a few cool ones that mean that at least in the LITERAL sense, no one group of idiots is ALL bad.

What does it mean when you're lost in a dream?
I mean, specifically, when you are wandering (running) through a seemingly neverending maze of staircases and cannot find your way out?

incoxitated