Okay, I’m still on break but some stories just need to be written down (I’m still grumpy but getting laid helps).
I hate consumerism, I hate shopping, I hate big crowds of people, so Black Friday is the worst day of the year for me. Most years I make an effort to not even step outside that day; it’s like a tornado, I just hide in my apartment and wait for it to pass. However, the crazy store hours came in awfully handy this week.
Since Stephanie I’d done zero playing, dating, looking. Nothing. For months. I’m still not up for anything serious mentally or physically, and I’m still moving sometime next year, but the last couple weeks I’ve been running a lot more to get ready for a race… and running really pumps up the libido. While I might not be up for dating, I was definitely up for some f***ing. Continue reading
Like most people I have a love-hate relationship with alcohol. Usually when I’m drinking I love it, while the hate is usually reserved for the next morning.
It also sometimes means I don’t always remember what was so fun about the night before.
This weekend I decided to have a ‘me’ day, just drinking and playing video games. Stephanie, not having any plans, decided to hang out too. I didn’t have a problem with that, the whole ‘friends’ thing has been working out pretty well so far. As long as she didn’t care that I planned on getting blasted.
You ever have those weeks that feel like you’re in a Super Villain origin story? Everyone just seems so stupid and ridiculous and nothing goes your way? Like the universe is pushing you toward the extremes and by the end of the week you’re cackling madly and dreaming of killer robot designs and world domination?
Maybe that’s just me. Continue reading
Yes, I’m a music snob. If you’ve followed for a while you probably already know that, I’ve mentioned it in a couple of my music video posts.
For those of you that haven’t been following long, or are forgetful like me, I played in several bands during my high school and college years. I even seriously considered moving to Seattle to go to school for Audio Engineering, they have some fantastic schools and the music scene there is incredible.
Being a musician, even if I don’t play much anymore, I’m very picky of “popular” music. Really picky, to the point where I can’t listen to the radio (doesn’t help that there are only a couple stations here and they’re terrible).
The problem is, most music getting played on the radio these days is all done on computers. It’s crap. I’m talking pop mostly, they’re the biggest offenders and get played the most. They slap a computerized drum track down, throw on some synthesizers, (maybe) have one or two real musicians for things like violin, and have someone sing over it all. It’s not real music. That would be like equating a photoshop expert to a painter, maybe his photoshop skills are art, maybe not, but they’re definitely two different things. Continue reading
Over the years I’ve put up a few dozen comics and cartoons on this site. They’re fun, they’re quick, and they amuse me greatly. I’m not a terrific artist by any means, barely a decent cartoonist, but I’ve got a few skills.
And sometimes I use those skills to create covers for the stories I’m writing. It’s a motivational thing, makes it easier to get through the project if I have some vision of what it could look like when I’m done.
A couple weeks ago I mentioned something new I’m doing, an erotica-noir-satire that’s all around dirty, sleazy and fun. I’ve also worked out a draft cover for it and thought I would share my process for creating them. It’s not fast, it’s actually a pretty big pain in the butt, and I’m sure there are easier ways, but this is what works best for me (so far). And this is one of the more straightforward covers I’ve done.
In case you haven’t read the previous post, a reader (newer-ish one) asked me if I was a skinhead, Drunk and Confused. It wasn’t because of anything said on the blog, it was because she found out I have tattoos and a shaved head. I’m not, which pretty much everyone else already knew, but I did a somewhat amusing post about it. However, I didn’t do any illustrations for it. Smittenwithhim pointed this out and, of course, it really needed to happen anyway.
So, in graphic form. Continue reading
I’m somewhat intoxicated but I’ll try to keep my handwriting legible. We’ll see how that goes.
It has come to my attention recently that I have made a glaring error in my blogging, leading some readers to be confused as to who I am. Now, I’m normally a very private person and refuse to share many details about my life, but this air of mystery has left one big question unanswered.
Am I a skinhead?
White power skinheads are members of a white supremacist and antisemitic offshoot of the skinhead subculture. Many of them are affiliated with white nationalist organizations. (Wikipedia)
Since it seems Curiosetta is unwilling to participate in a discussion, I guess I’ll just post my rebuttal.
First, I’d like to just take a moment and explain why the comments that sparked all this pissed me off so much. There are some crazy people with extreme views that go around and snipe at people online, usually hiding behind anonymity. Those trolls are annoying but most readers can look at those comments and see that they’re just crazy and extreme and disregard them. Those types of trolls don’t bother me, they’re more sad than anything else.
No, the people that bug me are the ones with extreme views that are smart enough to incorporate legitimate issues with bullshit misinformation or ridiculousness. These people piss me off because when you question them they fall back on the nugget of legitimacy.
I’ll give you an fake example. “Texting and driving is extremely dangerous. Only uneducated idiots from Colorado text and drive.”
If someone argues against the inflammatory (and stupid) ‘uneducated idiots from Colorado’ part, the original commentor can pull out stats about how dangerous texting and driving is and obviously anyone who disagrees with them is pro-death. They’re essentially relying on one part of their argument being close to inarguable to lend legitimacy to their whole statement. Continue reading
Yesterday I read a good post from Scott K on the blog Atheists on Fishing, Let’s Talk About Manliness pt 1. In one part he wrote about how there are groups of Men’s Rights Activists (MRA or meninists) that troll the internet preaching borderline anti-feminist (I’m being polite here) comments, memes, and stories. I’ve seen some of those myself and have next to no respect for them.
Overall, it’s a good post and I’d recommend giving it a read.
Anyway, I ended up in a back and forth with one of the people who commented, Curiosetta. Rather than go back and forth on a third party’s blog, and since Curiosetta does not have a blog (at least not a public one that I can find), I offered to have a chat here. I was traveling but I’m back and have a weekend to spend going on and on about those tricky, hard to reach, big important questions about life
So, Curiosetta, here is the soapbox. Mi casa es su casa. Hop on and get wild, let us all know what you think. What are your opinions, ideas, what are your proposals? And maybe you can start by telling us a little about yourself?
I’m on the road for work this week, attending meetings and giving presentations. My job is mostly a solitary one but a couple times a year we all get together and share our various war stories, trying to impress our bosses.
This week, when I was supposed to be wowing my coworkers and supervisors I hit a mental wall. First off, as surprising as it might sound here, I’m really quite a modest person and don’t like tooting my proverbial horn. Talking myself up in real life isn’t something I enjoy doing. Secondly, I’d gotten less than six hours of sleep in the previous two days due to traveling and the time differences.
I got up in front of the group, power point ready to go.
We’d already been at the meeting for a couple hours, one of the organizers told me we had thirty minutes until the scheduled break. Would that be enough time for my presentation? Continue reading