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Book Review: How to Be an American Housewife

2015-04-18T14:44:00.000-07:00

How to be an American Housewife, by Margaret Dilloway is one of those rare books that manages to manipulate the emotions of the reader without causing them to lose touch with reality. There is no rick fantasy world, no foreign concepts, no desire to work solely by it's own logic. It's set right here in our own universe, and the characters, and their struggles, are all too real. It's easy to relate to these people, and the fact that they could be real draws you into their lives in a way that will leave you crying. The work is a semi-autobiographical account of the author's mother, but there's no telling how much is true and how much is fictionalized. But it doesn't really matter. Every word could be true, and it's so well written that you truly believe it is.

The story centers around Shoko and, later, her daughter Suiko. We begin, and are instantly drawn in, by a woman in her twilight years reflecting on her life. She has a major heart defect that doctors believe was caused by radiation poisoning, as she grew up in WW2 Japan and was exposed to the fall out from the nuclear blast. The heart disease has already taken out other members of her family, and she fears that she may not live much longer. She hasn't been able to see her family since she moved away from Japan, to the United States, with her husband, and longs to be able to talk to her brother once more before she dies. If that's not enough to tug your heartstrings before you even get out of the first chapter, you might not have a soul.

Shoko

The first part of the book is dedicated to Shoko, and is that tale of her life; from her time working as teenage in Japan to her series of whirlwind romances, both with local boys and progressively more clueless American soldiers, to her old age, comfortably settled but longing for the past and questioning her choices. It's a tale of the struggles of immigration, the confusion of what the concept of “home” really means. She's constantly questioning her choices. She makes no secret of the fact that she doesn't really love her husband, but settled for him because she could use him and his government connections to get out of her war-torn homeland. But she loves her children and can't really say that she has many regrets.

She had great difficulty, early on, assimilating to American culture, and almost feels cheated. She had expected something different, something grand, but got stuck in military culture; never being able to stay in one place long enough to truly feel at home before her husband's career required her to pick up and move. She tried so hard to make friends with townies, but found that she just fit in better with other Japanese military wives. Unfortunately they were few and far between, and she never really stayed in one place long enough to truly create any kind of social support. You would feel sorry for her, if you didn't know that she would hate you for it. Shoko is fiercely strong and independent; she essentially decides that she doesn't need anyone else and finds a sort of comfort in her own family. It's a trait to be admired.

Sue

It;s nearly impossible to talk about Sue without giving out spoilers, as she doesn't take over as narrator until after the events of her mother's life. Shoko believes that she is far too weak to travel; her doctor tells her that she probably wouldn't survive the trip, so she begs her daughter to go to Japan for her, to seek out the uncle she never knew. So Sue reluctantly agrees to take her own child and find her mother's estranged brother. She knows that the heart disease is about to claim her mother's life, and wants to do everything she can to reunite the family torn apart by war and circumstance. Sue doesn't find the warm, loving welcome that she had wanted, that one would expect from a novel. It serves as a grim reminder that this book is based in truth, and in the real world, we don't always get happy endings.

I was greatly disappointed to find that the book, continuously referenced throughout the novel, didn't actually exit. When Shoko marries her husband, he gets her a book entitled, “How to be an American Housewife” that intends to teach Japanese women how to survive in the states. It includes chapters not only on cultural assimilation, but on American religion, culinary arts, socialization, and housekeeping. I wanted to read it so bad. It would have been in public domain by now, since it was published in the 1940s. Unfortunately, the book is NOT part of the “true story” and was a fabrication by the author based on the book “The American Way of Housekeeping”, which was a guidebook for Japanese maids employed in western-style homes. I would love to read anything describing my culture from an outside source. As am American I come from a culture that is very visible and it's a rare opportunity. But it turned out not to be real. So that was a giant disappointment. Though I suppose I had no reason to assume it would be, and it's partially my fault for getting my hopes up.

Conclusion

I don't want to spoil the ending, and therefore won't be telling you how Shoko's surgery, or Sue's trip went. I will say that this is a book sure to stir the emotions of the reader. This isn't something you should read if you aren't ready for that roller coaster. And if you keep in mind that these are real people, there are even small things that will force a connection between your own experience and theirs. It isn't the sort of book that draws you in to a land of fantasy; it's the type of story that brings the characters to life in our world.

Broke Ass Food Journal

2015-04-11T07:54:00.001-07:00

9:35- coffee 194
10:00 cereal 420

Total: 614

Jesus Christ I can't... it's so little food.

3:00- salad 374
3:00- Big Mac 467

Total: 1455

McDonald's salad has more calories than a Healthy Choice Chicken dinner. What the fuck is that? I thought "Oh I'll get salad instead of fries". Nope.

Retro Game Review: Who Wore it Better? Kirby vs Dr Ivo Robotnik

2015-04-10T13:31:00.000-07:00

When I decided to do this review, I did some research trying to figure out what Puyo Puyo translated to in English, my native tongue. I had a LOT of trouble finding a direct translation. Some folk say it means the number two, or an onomatopoeia for kiss similar to how we would say “smack”. And someone else seemed to think that it was a word that was difficult to translate, that has to do with a cute little hair curl or the part of the hair- as in where you can see the scalp because you parted it. The only real consensus that I could gather was that the title was meant to be cute.

Which is not really applicable to this game because this is some hardcore puzzle game reflex pounding action. Now, one can argue that the characters in the original game, and the Kirby localization, are cute, borderline adorable. I love the little orange guy, who I will forever think of as the mean bean, because that's how he was listed in the Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine manual. He was so cute, in fact, that as a child I would often get distracted by him, and mess up on the actual game- because seriously this thing is fast paced. It fits right in as a Sonic game.

Now, for those of you who don't know, the Puyo Puyo series is a puzzle game created by the development team Compile in the early 1990s. Much like Doki Doki Panic, the localization team decided that western gamers wouldn't be open to the title on it's own, as it was considered too Japanese to translate directly. So they decided to use familiar, recognizable characters to appeal to a wider market. Therefore, it was given a cosmetic makeover and released as Kirby's Avalanche for SNES, and Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine for Sega Genesis/Master System. Now, Compile would later become Sonic Team, so many fans believe Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine is a more direct translation. However, having played both games, I've come to the conclusion that they are the same game, as both are ports, with nothing separating them except for cosmetic differences.

The basic premise of the game is simple. Two connected “beans” fall from the sky, and the player must line them up by color. Four “beans” of the same color will disappear. The goal is to clear your screen while filling the screen of your opponent. Like all great games, the gameplay, mechanics, and concept are simple, but the execution is extremely difficult. You'll quickly find yourself unable to keep up unless you posses the lightning fast reflexes that are far more common for a Sonic fan than a Kirby fan.

Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean machine is unique among the Sonic Franchise, as it seems to have very little to do with Sonic. It's somewhat implied that the protagonist is Sonic, but it's never outright stated, and as far as I know, his sprite never appears in the game. It's also strange because it seems to have some commonalities with the Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog TV show (not the show I would consider to be much better written, Sonic SatAM). It has the character Scratch, for example, who, as far as I know, has never appeared in any video game other than this one. However, it does keep the little orange guy, who I love. Distracting though he may be.

Kirby's Avalanche, on the other hand, keeps the same characters as the other Kirby games, and the protagonist is directly stated to be Kirby. The sprites have all changed, and Kirby himself takes the place of the little orange Mean Bean. Playing this game, I always found it strange that Kirby spoke. And he as a bad attitude. He's super mean to his opponents, and that's not something I expect from Kirby. Having played the Kirby games, it's true that he's known to be a soul devouring cannibal, but he's also a BABY. As a star warrior he was put into a sort of stasis, and emerged when he was an infant. He's a silent protagonist, and one that is soaked in innocence. He never seems to really even be aware that he's fighting; he hunts and eats not because he's angry, but because that's how his copy ability works. I didn't like the liberties that the localization team took with the cut scenes. It just didn't seem to fit his character very well.

In conclusion, the gameplay is identical in both ports. But I have to agree with the popular consensus that says that the best localization was, in fact, Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine. I just felt that there was absolutely no need to make Kirby a trash-talking jerk in the cutscenes. It would have made more sense to leave him silent and let the antagonists insult him. It would give more incentive to beat them, and you NEED that incentive. In addition, the game's pace is just far closer to what a Sonic fan would be used to; it moves SO fast, especially in the later levels, and Kirby is more about exploration than speed. It was a strange character to pick for the localization. I feel like Sonic fans were just more prepared for the game.

Broke Ass Bitch Food Journal

2015-04-10T04:14:00.000-07:00

6:00am- coffee 194
6:30am- cereal 280
7:13 am- coffee 194
Sometime while the internet was off- chicken pasta with veggies and sauce no idea how many calories
9:00pm baked chicken
sweet potato
green beans

Total: 668 (???)

It's not fucking possible to live on 800cal a day. That's a ridiculous thing to ask of someone. Diets are bullshit.

I'm so mad

2015-04-09T10:17:00.000-07:00

I'm so fucking pissed off. I just spent an hour recording a make-up tutorial and it somehow got corrupted. This is all I have now. I'm so goddamn pissed.

Broke Ass Bitch Food Journal

2015-04-09T03:33:00.000-07:00

5:31am- Coffee 194
8:30am- Coffee 194
859am- Cereal 280
1: 30pm- Chicken Soup 210
4:56pm- roll 205

9:38pm- I'm so fucking hungry right now I might kill a person. What is this madness?

Total- 1083

My Dad's Surgery/Recovery

2015-04-09T03:29:00.001-07:00

So I mentioned earlier that my dad is in the process of fatting himself to death. I don't think that a lot of people, because of the obesity epidemic in the US, tend to realize how dangerous weight-related medical complications can be. Most fat is actually stored between your organs, not in an external place where it's super noticeable. This means that the organs are under more pressure than they would be in a non-obese body.

Everyone seems to realize that having that kind of pressure on your veins is awful; pretty much everyone in the US can tell you what their blood pressure is and where it falls on a health scale. But it's been a real shock to me, since dad came out of surgery, how few people can apply that principle to their organs at large.

Basically with him, the pressure on his organs, combined with a virtually fiber free diet (like most Americans) to cause a series of ruptures through his digestive tract. Because the tissue lining his tract was so overworked, it had been worn too thin to immediately correct. If they had stitched the ruptures back together, there was an extremely high chance that the new intestines wouldn't be able to handle the hostile environment, and would just break open again. Therefore the doctors elected to give him a colostomy bag, allowing his digestive process to completely avoid the ruptured areas. He HATES that bag.

Also, because of all the infection, the doctors had to make a series of incisions to let that all drain out of him. And he'll be in IV and oral antibiotics for at least six months, in an attempt to get that under control. When he came out of surgery, my mom sent me a pic of him with NO CONTEXT WHATSOEVER with just the caption "show this to your brother".

So that was great of her. Looks like some fucking horror movie shit, right? Those incisions go all the way past that subcuanious layer down to the infection, which has to drain out of him before he'll be a candidate for surgery. Now that he's home he pretty much just has to change the dressings, take his meds, and go back to Lexington once a week to check in with his surgeons.

Fun times.

Retro Game Review: Wario's Woods

2015-04-07T23:38:00.000-07:00

Oh, Wario. Mario's cousin who isn't quite evil enough to be considered a villain, but who has a long-standing grudge against Mario. Today, he is perhaps best known for his minigame extravaganzas, but at one point he had a deep desire to become a game star in his own right. He had platformers, weird mouse-based games akin to Mario vs Donkey Kong, and my personal favorite: Puzzle games. When I was younger, I had an SNES, and Wario's Woods was one of my favorite games. Ever. Of all time. To this day, I would stay it's STILL my favorite puzzle game. It's stood the test of time, being rereleased as a wiiware title. However, as a child I had NO IDEA that this had been released on the NES at the same time it came out for SNES!

It was, in fact, one of the last games released for the NES, and the only one, to my knowledge, to receive an ESRB rating. The rating, for those who are curious, is “KA: Kids-Adults”, which would later become “E: Everyone”. In 1994, the NES was being phased out, so it's no surprise that I never knew this game existed. Thankfully, my robot overlords over at Google have alerted me to it's presence, and I spent all of last night making it through 100 levels of puzzlely goodness!

Now, if you haven't played Wario's Woods already, all you really need to know is that the plot, like most puzzle games, is nothing to write home about. There's a forrest in the Mushroom Kingdom that, as a child, I assumed was the Forrest of Illusions from Super Mario World, but is actually called the “Peaceful Woods”. Wario took over this place; the game doesn't say how, so maybe he bought up the land, maybe he was just a squatter, the world will never know. But he hollowed out all the trees and filled them with monsters, which you must kill with bombs. So... like I said. Nothing to write home about. BUT GOOD GOD IS IT FUN!

Toad, the head of the Mushroom Retainers, Princess Peach Toadstool's personal guards, is called upon to solve this monster infestation. He only wears a vest and those puffy pants, so he brings along his friend Wanda, a fairy that I've never seen since in a Nintendo title, who's going to supply him with bombs, and Catherine, more commonly known as Birdo, to keep an eye out for Mario. I love Birdo, just as an aside. And I think that this game went a long way toward segmenting that love for her in my brain.

NES/SNES Differences

Unfortunately, the sound takes a huge hit on the NES. In the SNES, there's a variety of things that Birdo will say depending on how well you play, like “Cool!” or “breakfast!”. I tried to line up so many combos that her sound clip couldn't play all the way through before starting over so she'd go, “Co-co-co-cool!”. In the nes, you don't get any of that. There's no room for voice acting, and the sound chip can't take it, so you just get little nes sounds. Dings and pings are a poor substitute if you're already used to the voice clips. It probably wouldn't bother me so much if I hadn't played and loved the SNES first. But because I had, the absence was really noticeable. And the sounds are indicators that your combos have bought you more time, so I wasn't sure whether or not the extra time had registered. But again, that's mostly because I was used to the voice clips, and not because the dings didn't do their job.

Now obviously, the 8bit graphics have nothing on the SNES. With it's multiple layers and it's 32,000+ colors it's obviously going to be prettier, so the nes probably shouldn't be judged on it's inability to display images with the same beauty as it's successor. But some of the issues with graphics make little sense to me, even taking that into account. For example, Wanda looks more like a fairy in her NES, lower pixel sprite than she does in the snes. So that's weird. And Wario himself has his colors inverted; his hat and shirt are plumb and his overalls are yellow. I don't see why limiting colors would cause that.

But the worst thing about this game; what killed me over and over; the thing I absolutely could not deal with- is an issue with the nes controller itself. In the snes game, you can sit down a monster or bomb, and then kick it across the screen. If it hits a row in which it would explode, it explodes. If you are trapped against a column and a wall, you can kick your way out. The button that performs the kick is the Y button. Which does not exist on the nes controller. I would say that this easily doubles the difficulty.

All in all, you can sew why this game is my favorite puzzle game ever, but if you had to choose only one version, play it on the SNES. If you're willing to play both, it's definitely worth a nes playthrough, but be prepared for the added difficulty.

Broke Ass Food Journal Cont

2015-04-07T23:21:00.003-07:00

So I was gifted breakfast. My grandparents went out to Taco Bell for dinner and brought me a soft taco meal.

So

2:00am: 3 soft tacos- 570

3:00am: coffee- 194

10:05: 2 bowls of cereal 280

Total: 1044

Broke Ass Fat Bitch: The Beginning of a Frugal Food Journal

2015-04-07T04:00:00.000-07:00

I've been watching this show Supersize vs Superskinny pretty much all night since I woke up at around 1am. I'm pretty nocturnal. But it got me thinking about weight and my own body, especially since I've put on quite a bit of weight recently, and I've had two family members hospitalize for weight related injuries.

My father is a classic overeater, and his poor diet eventually wore his body so thin that his digestive tract just up and gave out on him, with his colon bursting in two or three places. He underwent surgery and is doing really well in recovery, but he will have to wear a colostomy bag for at least six months, and whatwith the ruptures, he got a massive infection and has to have daily IV antibiotics and a stint that goes directly into his heart. He is home, but will have to go once a week to the hospital to get checked up and make sure that he's progressing nicely. This is a major pain in the ass because his surgeon is in the city, a 2 hour drive away from where he lives.

My grandma is on the other end of the scale. She's been suffering from anorexia nervosa since the late 1950s-early 1960s and has worn her body so thin that many of her organs are on their last leg. Her bones aren't getting proper nutrition either, and break really easily. She's been hospitalized twice recently, once for a hip replacement, and again because her body went into ketosis, which is a state where you aren't taking in enough food so your body starts eating itself. In order to keep her brain alive, her body decided to eat her muscle mass, and when it ran out of that, it started in on her organs. So her own body ate her heart and kidneys.

I have no idea where I fall on the scale of things. I'm currently heavier than I have been recently, but not as heavy as I've ever been. At my heaviest I weighed 210lbs, and at my lightest in my adult life I think I got down to 125 or something. That was after a year-long weightloss journey, which I began because my father had a heart attack due to his being overweight, and I realized that my own weight had the potential to cause major problems for me, medically.

According to http://www.calculator.net, I need no more than 1370 to maintain my weight, and no more than 800 to lose weight (per day). 800 seems like... nothing. Guess I'd be hard to starve. I'll gain a pound a week if I eat 1870. Also, my current measurements put me at 34.9% body fat, which falls into the obese category. It's supposed to be no more than 25%. My BMI is 30.86; which is obese, but barely. The obesity category starts at 30.

So. Yup. I'm fat. Which is weird, because I don't really look fat. Or I guess it would be more accurate to say that I don't think I look fat. But that may be because I live in the US where obesity is really common, and therefore I don't have a good idea of what a body in the healthy weight range looks like. When I look at myself, I wouldn't classify me, based on the visual, as obese. Overweight, yes, but the idea that I would have 35% body fat wouldn't enter my mind. I am not in tune with my body. When I think of an overweight individual, in my culture, I think of someone like my father; and if you compare my body to his, it doesn't look like I'm in danger of any major health problems. But viewed in a vacuum by medical professionals, I have real reason to be concerned. So I've decided to track my eating habits, to see if I can pinpoint my problem.

Being unemployed, like I am, makes it very difficult to eat a healthy diet. That's why I've decided to chronicle my food journal here, on-line. To see if it's possible to eat a healthy, full diet while broke as shit. I live in the rural United States, which may or may not be relevant, because I don't know how we fare compared to other places, in terms of food prices, but I do know that we don't have specialty or bulk stores, meaning that my food choices here are MUCH more limited than when I lived in the city, which had far more competition and selection. Here we've got three grocery stores; Wal-mart, Save-a-Lot, and Food City. That's it.

So without further ado, let's start the food journal.

4/7/15

Measurements

Overbust: 41

Underbust: 33

Waist: 29

Hips: 49

1:00-5:00am: Coffee 582

5:00am: Cereal 280

Breakfast: 962 Already I'm over the weightloss cals. But I've already spotted my first problem. I drink ¼ a cup of sugar in every glass of coffee. I say glass because I don't drink my coffee out of a cup, like a normal person, but out of a metal travel thermos, which easily holds 2-3 cups of coffee and I consider one mug a serving. I'd love to switch to aspertaine or something, but it's so expensive.

Shine on Harvest Moon

2015-04-06T21:55:00.001-07:00

Harvest Moon: Rune Factory Frontier

Harvest Moon is an odd game series; inasmuch as it's a game that always has impressive sales, but which no one in polite company will admit to playing. If you tell a joke based on your turnip crop, everyone will laugh, but very few people are willing to sit down and discuss strategy. Therefore, I would consider it a “Hidden Gem” series, but not in the normal sense. It's more of a “guilty pleasure” series. This has lessened considerably since the popularity of the farmville games, which struck me as odd, because it became big, and people spoke of it, I always responded, “Oh. Like Harvest Moon.”

This review is actually an update of a hub that I wrote over three years ago when the game “Rune Factory Frontier” launched. I have since beaten the game, and returned to Hubpages since the Squidoo merge, and RFF remains one of my favorite games, so it's worth revisiting. First of all, if you aren't familiar with Harvest Moon, the additions in Rune Factory will make no sense to you, so we'll revisit the basics before diving into the meat of the review.

Developed by Natsume, the Harvest Moon series is a farming simulator in which the main character comes to own a broken down farm and must make it profitable. Along the way they need to find love, raise a family, and develop friendships with the townspeople along with their financial goals. Generally, there are a few eligible marriage candidates, called “Bachelors” if the player character is female and “Bachalorettes” if the player character is male. They can be wooed into a relationship by talking with them and presenting them with gifts. Each eligible candidate has their own list of likes and dislikes, and their relationship meter will reflect the effort the player has put in to gain their love and respect.

The farm is usually riddled with debris like tree stumps, weeds, rocks, boulders, and sometimes animals like gophers and coyotes that must be disposed of and cleared for planting. Then you can till the ground, plant seeds, water them, and harvest your crops to sell for money. Likewise you can build barns to raise livestock like chickens, cows, sheep, goats, ducks, etc. You can harvest from your critters and sell the milk or eggs or whatever they produce. I promise that this is far more fun than it sounds.

Rune Factory Frontier is a Harvest Moon game released for the Nintendo Wii in 2009 that builds upon these basic concepts with a new adventure angle thrown in. The Rune Factory series is actually considered a spinoff of the Harvest Moon series, and Frontier is the third installment in the spin-off series, after Rune Factory: A Fantasy Harvest Moon and Rune Factory 2 on the NDS. And I have to say, once you have a taste of the spinoff, it's difficult to go back to the original. Every single change is a marked improvement.

Rather than buying your livestock, you have to go out and tame them, like Pokemon. This gave me a much closer connection to my animals, and much more pride in them. Also, you can take them from your homestead out into the game, where they can help you in battle. Some of them are rideable, and some of them will help you in your fight against enemies. I had a dog I named Sparks, after my real life dog, who adventured with me throughout every dungeon in the game and became a true companion.
You can also collect materials to craft into items that can either be used to upgrade your character, or as gifts to your friends and lovers. These can be dropped from monsters, grown on your farm, mined, or obtained through a series of trades, adding a level of customization that really immerses you in the world of Trampoli. You can craft food, pharmaceuticals, weapons, armor, clothes, toys, jewelry and more. And if you gift someone an article of clothing, and they like it, they'll actually put it on and wear it from then on.
I was severely disappointment in one romance element of the game: Sexuality of the characters. Every character in the game has a romance meter, leading me to believe that you, the protagonist, were bisexual and could romance any character. I desperately wanted to marry Erik, and spent a fortune in gifts for him to no avail. No matter how much you pamper males, you'll never get a single heart on that romance meter. You will advance their friendship meter and unlock 'friend' cutscenes, but it seems that Harvest Moon is severely lacking in lbgt representation, and instead likes to tease people with unnecessary romance meters that do absolutely nothing. The existence of the meter makes it feel like a lie.
Having said that, if you stick to the lady folk there is a much larger pool of bacholorettes than I was accustomed to for a Harvest Moon game. Everyone in your age group is a marriage candidate, and each of the women folk have their own life and story that you will get to know, and need to know in order to properly romance them. Certain elements of the game are changed based on your romance meter with the various ladies, and one of the boss battles can even be skipped entirely if you're dating the right character.
The absolute WORST thing about this game without a doubt isn't even the lie of a romance meter. It's the runies. These little spirits are incredibly important and incredibly annoying. You have to keep them balanced throughout the map, or the crops on your fields won't grow. You birth them by growing crops. So it's a catch 22. And they will eat each other so you have to restock areas every so often to keep them in the green- and if they go in the red, there goes your farm, and by proxy, your livelihood. These things weren't in any of the handheld games, including RF3, which makes me think that the developers learned from their mistake, but good god is this annoying. Especially if you have a crop that takes more than a season to grow, like the flowers you need for the wedding bouquet. So keep a good eye on these little buggers.
So basically, the developers have taken all the best parts of Harvest Moon and added an action-adventure element. The new dungeon exploration is something that was sorely missing from previous titles. I know that some folk want to just sit back when they play HM, but honestly, the controls are so elementary that if you die in a dungeon, it's your own fault. HM is not known for it's difficulty in basic gameplay; in fact, mastery of the series is often measured by perseverance and RPG strategy rather then skill, but Rune Factory seems to merge these components seamlessly in one of the most under-appreciated titles for the Wii. And seeing how under-appreciated the Wii is in general, that's saying something.

2012-04-13T15:29:00.002-07:00

OK... so I've gotten addicted to Tumblr.

http://takocos.tumblr.com

Just throwing that out there.

The Lorax

2012-04-08T21:56:00.000-07:00

So, everyone loves Dr Seuss. And much like how everyone has their favorite Ninja Turtle, everyone has their favorite Dr. Seuss book. Mine was the Lorax- and this most likely shocks no one, as green as I am and whatnot. I had a giant "Six by Seuss" book, and the Lorax was in it, then I had another strait-up Lorax book. I loved them. I read them far past the age where one would normally read Dr. Seuss. I had the cartoon, the one that was made, I think, in the 70s, and I watched it until those little grey lines started popping up and destroying it. I didn't much care for the Lorax's voice in the cartoon- it was to whiny. I never saw him as someone who was just bitching at you, but as a strait-up threatening kind of warning. But nonetheless, I loved that cartoon, and I loved that book.

So, I recently watched the new movie, and fell in love all over again. There's not a character in the book that I didn't love, the Lorax, the cute little Barbaloots, the Swammy Swamns, the Humming Fish, and the Once-ler. I actually liked the Once-ler because he was one of the few villains that figured out he fucked up. True, he didn't figure it out quick enough, but at least there was some character growth there.

And I really like that the Once-Ler is given a more human identity in the movie. I know that Geisel left him purposefully ambiguous, but for the various folk all over the internet who keep insisting he's supposed to be a monster- that's simply not true. Once-Ler is his name, not his species, and this is made clear, I believe in the line where he's kicking the Lorax out.

"Trees? Trees? You speak for the trees? Well, I speak for men, and humanity's needs." The Once-ler is now, and always has been, HUMAN. His appearance in the book is not kept ambiguous in because he's a monster, but because it's supposed to allow everyone who reads it to see themselves reflected in him. It's a story of how human greed blinds him to the plight of the ecosystem he destroys, which was a major problem at the time, and continues to be a major problem today. It's a social commentary, which may be why it was my favorite book. Seuss has said that he disliked how most books on the market treated children like idiots. He was a firm believer that kids could understand complex ideas, just as long as they were told with vocabulary that they could understand well enough to read on their own. There are a lot of his books that teach lessons like this (Yurtle cost himself to, remember? The douchebag turtle?) and that's one of the reasons that he's still beloved, and still relivent today. Yes, these things were often silly and nonsensical, but they were, by their own logic, real.

So, I loved the actors. This Lorax, DeVito, sounded a lot more like the Lorax did in my head. Like if you didn't get the hell out of his forest, he was gonna fuck your shit right up. Not like he was begging you, but like he was warning you. There were a couple really good songs- How Bad Can I Be is particularly catchy- I've still got the damn thing in my head, had to add it to my youtube playlist and re-listen to it to get it out. The 3D was pretty good, but not right-over-the-top. All in all, a really good re-telling of the classic tale. Stuck as close to the book as you could imagine given that it had to be stretched to movie length, and actually much closer then some other Hollywood interpretations of classic Seuss tales. I was particularly glad that they decided not to go live-action on this one. I think that the art style was much better for Lorax then live-action would have been. All in all, an awesome experience. And I had high hopes, like I said, it was my favorite Seuss book. But I think you would like it even if it weren't already a favorite. It's just a good movie. It's just a good story.

Shirt Design

2012-04-07T20:27:00.000-07:00

So... my favorite Dr. Seuss book is the Lorax, and as you all know, a new movie recently came out. I instantly fell in love with it as well, and I got really bored today, so I decided to make a design tribute to the Thneed company- you know, the evil corporation owned by the Once-Ler that destroys the Truffila forest and makes the land uninhabitable for all the critters there.

I've been thinking about knitting me a thneed, but it looks like it would take absolutely forever and then be retarded after you make it. I'd say that they really do all the things that the book says they do, but all those things are kinda stupid.

Actually, I just re-read it, most of those things are pretty useful.

Shirt
a sock
a large glove
A hat
Carpet
Pillow
Sheet
curtains
Covers For Bicycle Seats
Hammock
Toothbrush Holder
Nest For Your Canary
Thneed Soup That Cures Backache Pain And Chest (how this is possible is unknown)
Makes A Perfect Windsheild Wiper
Groom Your Hair When It Gets Mussed

a sweater

an umbrella
towel
Pants
Blindfold
Shoes
Swimsuit
Sponge
Scarf
Tight rope
Butterfly net
Thing for exercise

I can actually see how most of those things work if the arm/leg thing is detachable, like with buttons or something. It gives you a million versatile ways to wear it.

Hmm... this post was basically an ad for my new pic, so I'll do a review of the movie later.

Heroes in a Half-Shell

2012-04-04T19:34:00.000-07:00

So, when you were little, what was your favorite show? Some folk liked Care Bears, some folk liked Thundercats, and some folk, like me, liked Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I owned a red bandanna, I painted my face green, I made shells out of cardboard, and I pretended that I knew ninjitzu by just jumping around and smashing things. I owned every cartoon, movie, comic, poster, I bought every toy I could find. Everyone had a favorite turtle, and as you can see by the pic I drew to the left there, mine was Raphael.

Raph was, in all honesty, the only ninja in the group. Leo was more of a samuri then a ninja, Donnie would have been happy never going into combat, just being a tech guy, and Mikey... look, we all know that Mike was just doing the martial arts thing to make his dad happy. Mike has no ambition and would have sat on his ass watching TV and playing Turtles in Time all damn day. He put in the minimal amount of effort required to keep Splinter from getting all dissapointed in him. Raph looked out for him, or he would have been dead in half the battles he fought anyway.

Raphael reminds me of myself. He doesn't take shit. He strikes in the dark, swiftly and silently, like a real ninja. He will put on a trench coat and go watch Critters, despite being a mutant turtle. He hangs out with a Canadian badass in a hockey mask. Raphael, without a doubt, is the best turtle. You're welcome to your own opinion, but Raph will forever hold a special place in my heart.

So, imagine my surprise and delight when I read on NPR that a new turtle movie was coming out!! The last movie, Turtles Forever, was fucking epic. I kept waiting on it to suck, and it never did! The story tied the various universes together seamlessly for fans- it was quite possibly the best crossover that I've ever seen in the history of all time. It was amazing. So I ask myself, where will they go from there? There's a million comic storylines to explore. We could see the multiverse fighting championships, which would look amazing with today's technological advancements in movie magic- we could get cyborg Donnie, or that time that Leo challenged Hiroko for leadership of the foot clan, and all the grunts backed down, because as Himato's child he totally has a right to do that. We could revisit dimension X, an multidimensional battle in this day and age would look amazing!

Then I clicked on the article and actually read it. I must say that... it struck me as odd. And I, obviously, am a fan who's ok with watching Vanilla Ice Dance his way through the ending of Turtles 2. It takes a lot to strike me as odd. See, the article said that in this edition, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles would be neither teenagers, nor mutants, nor turtles. They would, instead, be adult aliens. For... some reason. I'm not sure why. Michael Bay is directing, which, honestly, cannot be a good sign (ask any hardcore TF fan) and has been making all the press appearances, so... I don't know exactly how much input he has script wise, but it seems to be disproportionate. Where are Eastman and Laird? Does anyone have a link so that I can see what they think about this radical change? It could greatly influence my opinion, because right now, I'm viewing this movie with a lot of skepticism. But I don't know if it's my overreaching cynicism, or if this is as... well, off as it sounds.

I'm going to reserve judgement until we see more from this.

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark

2012-04-01T08:38:00.000-07:00

So, you all remember a few days ago when I wrote complaining about how the Scary Stories series decided to change artists for their 30th anniversary edition. Gammel's work is amazing, yet now, cannot be purchased new anywhere on-line. I looked at every retailer I could find, and discovered that HarperCollins has discontinued the editions that feature Gammel's work. Therefore, in protest, I'm offering all the books for download.

Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
Scary Stories 3: More Tales to Chill Your Bones

Obamapocalypse

2012-03-31T23:04:00.001-07:00

So I've been depressed for the last little bit, but I finally found something today to make me smile. This campaign ad is AWESOME- if you're a democrat- I mean, if you're a republican it makes you look like you don't know the difference between an election and the rapture, but if you're a democrat, it's FUCKING EPIC!!! It's got so many of my favorite features!

Loss of jobs in the creepy little arian kid department; which, I'm only assuming is a continuation of the trend that began with Sadoku and has been steadily continuing with other minorities getting our creepy little kid jobs, such as the creepy little boy from Lost, the creepy little boy from Heroes, and the creepy little girl who turns out to actually be a killer little person who's only PRETENDING to be a creepy little girl- can't remember the name of that movie, but anyway, you get my point. To long have those Village of the Damned or Poltreguist kids taken all of our creepy kid jobs. That shit is set to be phased out within the next 2 years, hopefully through some kind of creepy kid Affermitive Action law or some shit.

Look, if you know me in the really real world, this is something I have genuinely bitched about for years. As a child, I really wanted to be a creepy kid. I enjoyed, as many kids who grow up to be alterna-teens and then "goth" adults, the macabre, from, you know, things kids consider macabre like Are You Afraid of the Dark to reading the Complete Works of Edger Allen Poe in kindergarten (true story, Accelerated Reading bullshit) but there was a problem. No one in their right mind would fear me. The average frightening child looked like this:

Whereas I, looked like this

In my defense, the Little Mermaid was huge at the time.

The only kids who came anything close to looking like me, was I THINK, and I'm not for sure, that the creepy twins from The Shining were brunettes, but they were ok, because they were twins. Were they not twins, they never would have gotten that role, it would have went to a blond, and YOU KNOW IT. So anyway, yes, we're gaining ground, if this commercial can be considered correct.

My second favorite part of the commercial is the guy. He seems to be very confused as to how gas pumps works, or, he couldn't get his hands on a gun and intends to soak himself and then light a match. The latter would be cool to watch, because anyone who's so lazy that having to drive a little less prompts suicide doesn't really need to be here anyway- he's just dragging the gene pool down. And if he DOES think that it's going to kill him, then he'll be in for quite a shock when all that happens is he smells horrible. There's no way to stop the smell. Scrub all you want, you still smell like gas. And you'll have to burn that outfit. Look at him!! I love this guy! He's right up there with the propeller guy from Titanic as one of those deaths that you'll feel horrible laughing at, but you just can't stop yourself. This poor dumbass!

So anyway, what will the president say when he sees this video? Probably something along what the rest of the world said.

Something like...

Gwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

Burkini

2012-03-30T14:31:00.000-07:00

So, I've always been intriguing by Muslim women and their whole, "Fuck the beauty standard" thing. That idea is intriguing, to be feminine, but to not give a shit how you look, because who the fuck do you have to impress? western women like to feel beautiful, select clothes and make-up, shave, count calories, etc- and when you think about it, that's time we could be spending curing cancer or whatever. I'm not talking shira law bullshittery, I'm talking actual Muslim women who simply believe, as part of their moral code, that they got no one to impress, and if someone doesn't like it, they got a male bodyguard at all times to kick his ass so they don't get their hands dirty. I can kind of get behind that.

But, I'm a true western woman, raised in the petticoat government, so the entire idea kind of goes against the cut of my gib, fucks up the grain and whatnot. The idea that I would need a male bodyguard insults me, as it does many western women, because honestly, if I'm that scared, I'll pack a gun. And I'm not modest. It's just not my thing.

But that doesn't mean that I disrespect someone because it is their thing. But it does raise a question- how do you go swimming? If your goal is to cover everything, including your curves (many of these ladies are so modest that they won't wear anything form fitting even if it covers them head to toe) then that rules out even a swimsuit. So I looked it up and found that many modest women simply don't swim. Those that do, however, wear a swimsuit remniciant of the one that Sweeny Todd is wearing in By the Sea. Those things are AWESOME. I mean, they seriously are really pretty.

It's a swimsuit designed to be just as modest as a burka, and thus has been named the "burkini". Some even have a veil that you can pull down if you don't want folk seeing your face for... whatever reason. I never did get that, you honestly think that you're so hot you don't want folk looking upon your beauty? That's not bitchy at all... but anyway- they look like minidresses and tights! I would wear this sans hood, it's adorable.

I just wanted to let people know that these exist. You can get them from http://www.burkini.com/

I swear I feel 14

2012-03-29T00:42:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's because I let responsibility trap me here again, but I feel like I'm going through my quarter-life crisis. I keep realize that I'm aging, and I keep getting paradoxically more angered and more apathetic at the world around me, and the stupid shit that it encompasses. There comes a time, I think, where the brain gives you cynicism and apathy to avoid a complete mental breakdown, and I think that more and more people are malfunctioning on that front. I can feel the forces within me fighting for control as the jet black in my hair fades to a shining silver. I realize that this is a fucked up place, yet I'm losing my youthful exuberance to do anything about it. I see people with black lung taking oxygen from a tank bearing a sticker that reads coal keeps the lights on. I see parents preaching morality as they teach their children that's it's perfectly ok to discriminate against people who like to suck cock. I see people preach about a drug war, then step off the podium to snort their coke. And I have seen this stupid shit for 26 fucking years.

You know, when I was 16, I kept telling myself that when I escaped, in 2 short years, I would set forth on a journey to uncover the world's secrets. To learn WTF was going on, because it was impossible for me to understand how such hypocritical behavior was even possible. I've always been an open app; I do what I do, and if you don't like it, then you can fuck right off. There is nothing forcing you to be around me. It continues to shock me the way that other people hide who they are because... I haven't quite figured that part out yet. I suppose that some part of it is the money. The senators who preach anti-gay legislation and then go fuck their South American rent boys are afraid of prosecution- but can they really be so stupid that they don't realize that they created and fed the thing that they fear so? And it's not just that, it's any vice. Who the Fuck is everyone hiding from? What the fuck is everyone afraid of?

Am I alone? Am I alone in the desire that stupidity become unacceptable? That fear become logical? I have illogical fears- honestly, and I am not shitting you, my biggest fear is that caterpillars are going to crawl in my ears- and other orifices, but mostly my ears- to the point that I cannot cut my hair above the ears, because for some reason, that feeling of not having my ears exposed, on some primal level comforts me. But the kicker here is- I KNOW THAT THAT IS RETARDED. I don't go around trying to convince other people to wear headphones to avoid parasites- and I don't even know of a single breed of caterpillar that even does that (if you do, please don't tell me, because I prefer to think that this fear is completely unfounded). I also fear that butterflies and moths will lay their eggs in an orifice, and then the caterpillars will be in there- just eating away at my insides with their voracious appetite... And it's not a small fear, either, it's like... I can't look at pictures of them on-line or in print. I don't even like caterpies from Pokemon, because that green, segmented kind is the absolute worse for me. And fun fact- they make dildos shaped that that. That right there is nightmare fuel. Do you remember that scene, I can't remember which movie it was in, where Fred Kreuger turns into the caterpillar from Wonderland and goes down that guy's throat. That made me physically sick. And I'm never affected by movies- EVER. If you come near me with a caterpillar, I will fucking shoot you- I'm not shitting you, I will cut a bitch. Ask my cousin Wayne whom I bit the shit out of because he brought one of those things near me. His ass never did it again.

Kinda lost my train of thought on the whole bug thing there... Oh yeah, people are fucking proud of their stupidity, proud of their ignorance, and that is unacceptable. Don't be afraid that people will judge you for your vices- let them. Fuck them. Who the fuck are they? People deserve an honest look at others. And if you look at me, you get honesty. I'm not perfect, but if I don't know anything about something, I don't open my fucking mouth. I don't really hate anything, and I don't really dislike anything without a good, logical reason. And if I'm presented new evidence, I incorporate it into my existing schemas, changing them if necessary. I don't hang on to outdated bullshit and call it fact. I have what is known to my generation, as an exceptionally low bullshit threshold. I cannot put up with a vast amount of bullshit. Dealing with to much bullshit, most of which is voluntary stupidity, puts me into a psychotic rage coma, wherein my brain stops trying to put up with it, and, if bombarded, will shut down completely.

That was far more acceptable as a teenager. But the fact is, I set out into the world, and I found that most towns, do not have the vast amount of bullshit, that my hometown does. This place is full of underemployed, under-educated, ignorant people, who have no intellectual curiosity or desire to better themselves. There are no charity events, there is no ASPCA for me to sponsor animals through, there is no green movement- you have to drive for 2 hours to get to the nearest grocery co-op, there is no public transportation- the pollution index is the highest of any town in the state of Ky; the drug abuse is rampant- leading not only Kentucky, but the entire US in prescription drug abuse (look it up if you want to find out where I am). So here I sit, surrounded by these people who neither want nor deserve help, eating factory-farmed crap and hating myself for it- forgetting what real food tastes like, forgetting what real conversations are. Therefore, the mini-comas I spoke of, that happened regularly throughout my high school career, have returned.

The doctors warn that with each "episode" I actually lose synaptic connections, and that if they continue, I could lose brain function. They've given me three different medications to help slow the deterioration, yet all four consultants say the same thing.

"Get out" says the MD.
"Get out" says the psychiatrist.
"Get out" says the neurologist.
"Get out" says the gynecologist.

I consulted a gynecologist because I felt that the problem may have been hormonal in nature, as intense moods often are. I have endometreosis, so this was not an unreasonable assumption. But the simple fact of the matter is, it's called "Situational Depression"- and people with such low bullshit meters cannot survive and function in this type of environment. As soon as I get out of the enviroment, I will no longer have these episodes, I will no longer risk losing brain function, I will return to my pre-depression, normally functioning self. I'm beginning to think that my therapist is right. I really can't just sit around and wait on my grandfather to die. I love him, and I know that Black Lung is a terrible, debilitating disease (he can't even weed his garden) but if I die, or become a vegetable, it will put such a strain on his heart that it would probably be worse then if I left. I just don't know what to do.

I feel 10 years younger then I am. I feel trapped, and betrayed. And I'm so very, very lonely. I was pursing a graduate degree- and I moved from discussing psychopharmocology, with a special interest in developmental effects of teterogens, to... people who say that I use words to be "impressive" when I just speak plainly. People who, honestly, don't follow me, or anything else, and are only impressed by my hot ass, which, honestly, is nothing to be impressed about. There are millions of chicks with hot asses, and a few more months of eating factory farmed food and drinking water coated in a thick layer of coal slurry, and my beauty will pass. The contaminates will break out my skin and discolor my hair (the water is so bad your skin and hair literally turn orange). The mini-comas will cripple my brain. And I will become the crippled shell I was as a teenager, full of hatred and angst; but it doesn't look nearly as good on someone pushing 30 as it did on someone pushing 20. My friends sympathize, but what can they do? They live in cities, far away from the bustle, and the economy has everyone stretched so tight that is difficult for them to come to me, and impossible for me to visit them. The one time they tried to visit they were repeatedly shot at and had their property defaced. But one thing is for sure, something must change. I may still listen to Manson, but I am not longer the disposable teen I once was. I no longer look to the future with a sort of wonder-filled gaze thinking that I will understand the world by magic. I've realized that in this world, you either make your own way, or you stagnate.

I'm an artist. I'm almost a scientist (2 classes short). This intellectual wasteland is killing me. The folk here make no attempt to make up for their ignorance, as I said before, they seem to take pride in it. They display confederate flags, not in a political statement for State's Rights and a dissaproval of strong federal government, but in the racist way most northerners think of the confederacy. It is not 1962- It's 2012. This is ridiculous. They do not make up for their lack of intellect in kindness, as I said, it's so easy to get shot at. The people with substance abuse problems seek no aid, unless you count helping themselves to the medicine cabinets of the elderly (such as my late great-grandmother). I'm drowning here, and I would love for someone to reach out to me.

2012-03-28T05:15:00.001-07:00

Man, I have been on this huge nostalgia kick lately. I've been watching the HELL out of Pokemon, it started with just rehashing some of my favorite Team Rocket episodes, playing Pokemon Soul Silver, and pondering... then I got on Bulbapedia to see what new episodes were like, and if good ol' RockettoDan was even still in the show, whatwith these kids and their Team Galactic and whatnot- I know that in the comics they were more or less written out after Jessie got pregnant- turns out, they totally are. So I've been watching some of the new episodes- I dislike whoever replaced Eric Stewart as James's new voice actor- but, regardless, it gave me an idea for my first well-lit pics.

Retarded campy Hawaiian shirts in the Pokemon universe: Who wore it better?

The Invention of Love

2012-03-27T04:27:00.000-07:00

I really liked this short film. I was browsing youtube and suddenly found it, even though it's from 2010.

How Scholastic is Trying to Ruin Your Kids's Childhood

2012-03-27T03:17:00.000-07:00

This article is set to tie in very closely with the one I wrote yesterday- or this morning... I don't really sleep, and I'm on my second cup of coffee since 2am, working on my web comic- I need to find a scanner that works, my uncle's is on the fritz. Anyway, remember how I said that the subculture is dieing? And how we need to keep it alive for the sake of the children- WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!?! Well, here's a piece of your childhood that Scholastic just decided to shit all over.

You love Steve Gammel. I don't care if you think you've never heard of him- you love him and worship him like the nightmare god he is on a daily basis- every time you think of the artist that influenced your childhood, this is the man that you are thinking of. Because he was the man who illustrated the book that inspired you to enjoy your life, because sometimes, life could scare the absolute shit out of you.

This is the man who illustrated the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series. His watercolors were both breathtaking and horrifying, and the only reason that these books were so immensely popular. It's not that I dislike Schwart's writing, nothing could be farther from the truth, but the fact remains that the stories were really only collections of American Folk Tales; stories that were published by a dozen authors in a dozen books- the like of Wait Till Martin Comes and Oh Susanna, but these iconic images could be found in only 2 sources- the Scary Stories series, and children's nightmares.

As the image on the left illustrates, the images don't even have to have a DAMN THING to do with the story, this pic, I always thought was what Suzy was dreaming while her roommate was being murdered, though there's absolutely no evidence for that apart from my own mind and the inclinations it has toward trying to tie shit together because it's got control issues. But my insanity aside, you all know that you picked those books because of the amazing illustrations.

So with the 30 year anniversary, obviously, the publisher's going to do something amazing, right? A new box set complete with audio books and a Gammel Hardcover art book with new and original illustrations from the past 30 years or somesuch. Something amazing like that that would put Der Mond to shame- something that commerates an artist who gave us 30 years- longer then some of us have been alive- of amazing artwork, changing our childhoods and teaching that art is more then just bright colors and linework- that it can be a window into the very soul, whether that soul is charming or dark. Or both. The fact that both can coexist.

I know that at this point, you're going to be expecting a link to this new set, just for the artbook. You're willing to spend the $50 or whatever they're asking, just to see those new prints. And I would gladly provide such a link- if one existed. However, what the good people at the Harper Collins publishing company have decided to do is down a significantly darker path. They've chosen to shit all over your childhood. Not only are they replacing every singe Gammel work in the new edition, they're discontinuing the editions that have the artist you've grown to love. And who have they chosen to replace Gammel? Why Brett Helquist, whom you may remember as the illustrator of Bunnicula. Give it a second to sink in. Read it twice if you had to. Understand that you read that correctly, the publishing company behind the Scary Stories series thought that the guy from Bunnicula would make a better artist then Gammel.

What

the

fuck?

Alright, now that that's sunk in, we can imagine that there must be a reason for this change. This man must have amazing skills that he just, until now, has not had an opportunity to showcase. So, let's compare a few of his illustrations with those of Gammel. First off, a strait comparison.

Everyone remembers Harold, the story of the renegade scarecrow that comes to life and flays himself a couple of farmboys. Alright, so here, we have the original.

That motherfucker is certainly capable of ripping off your skin and laying it to dry on the roof because you pissed him right off.

Is it just me- that's certainly a possibility- or does this guy looks like he could break into the chorus of If I Only Had a Brain at any second?

Both are strait on portraits of the character- both are in black & white, but still I see no comparison. Perhaps this is just a bad example.

What about the story of The Walk? That one that ends with the pants-shitting scream that's meant to be read aloud? You know the one about how your uncle was walking alone in the woods at night, and so was another man he had never met? And the man was scared of your uncle, and your uncle was scared of the man? That entire story is about mystery, and the fright that comes from the unknown. Gammel chose to illustrate this principle, with 2 shadowy figures in a nondescript wooded setting.

Lets see what Helquist chose to do-

Hmm... 2 men walking, both obviously Victorian-era white guys, and therefore, not at all everyone's uncle- or anyone's uncle, unless you have an uncle who is old as fucking hell. Also, neither one of them looks particularly scared, the one in the background, the brunette (and therefore, most likely to be my uncle, I guess...) looks rather annoyed, but not at all scared, and the one in front looks downright pissed that the other guy is looking at him. I don't know that Helquist somuchas knows what fear is. He seems to be confusing fear and anger.

So... if anyone knows where I can download an e-book of the originals, as Amazon is no longer selling them, I would be much obliged.

Blog #1

2012-03-26T23:23:00.000-07:00

Alright, I'm not gonna lie, I have a really bad track record with blogs. Every time I create one, the poor thing lives a great life for a few months, and then died from neglect, rotting away in cyberspace like a comet- not Haley's, but one that no one really gives a shit about. This is just as good a place as any to post my whereabouts and work, for anyone who may possibly give said shit, so that I may be fertile and grow from them, like those mushrooms that everyone loves. Ask Mario. He knows what I'm talking about.

Alright- now, here's my first bitch. Where the hell did my subculture go? Where is everyone I used to know and love. From personal aquantinces, who I now only see over Facebook, who made high school bearable and college fucking great, are gone from my everyday experiences as we float through adulthood in veils of misery that are completely devoid of parties that started at one person's house and spilled over then entire apartment complex, where we would critique the paint-by-number Last Supper my brother got me, with all the symbolism of the one on the wall in Europe, the curoscuro that the copycat got right- to the famous artists who inspired me to create; Miyamoto's in retirement, Vasquez is- WTF is Mr. Scolex doing, directing live action or some shit?- McFarlane hasn't put out a decent comic since SPAWN- no more NightMares & FairyTales, no more Gloom Cookie, or Johnny, everything seems a shell of it's former self. I refuse to believe that this is because we've grown up. We still play Zelda, Pokemon continues to fly off the shelf, Miyazaki is still amazing. But we haven't seen anything new and original and gritty like, say, Maxx in ages. What are we doing?

We're still just as filled with angst as we once were. We can still buy, beg, borrow, or steal black eyeliner that looks just as good on the lips. We can still buy furniture upholstery fabric to make corsets and boots. We can still live, rather then fade into the limelight.

I feel very 14 writing this. And that made me think of Emily the Strange. I know that she's just a rip off of Rosaline from Nate the Great- but when I was 13-14, I absolutely LOVED Emily- I think I still have some of the T-shirts and socks and whatnot. She embodied everything that I already was somehow, a loner, a bitch, a scientist, and an animal lover. But I never quite had the money to buy all her things, and as commercialism set in, and Reger gained more and more success, I became estranged from the whole thing in the way that you stopped shopping at Hot Topic when you realized that they were selling jeans and internet meme tank tops. But I think I was wrong. It was my apathy, ironically a trait that Emily and her ink encouraged, that led to my subculture's downfall. It is for this reason, among others, that I present to you my newest patterns, for free, as thanks for all of you being there with me- watching the rise and fall of our outer selves, who may want to do something about it, to preserve our culture, if nothing else, then for our children- so that when they watch Repo Madness, they know that a distopia is nearly upon us; and we saw it coming.