Happy Birthday, Big Momma

Hey Matt

I bet you’re surprised to see this. Maybe not. I dunno. It doesn’t matter. Listen, lately I’ve been around a lot of tragedy and pain and old folks (who’re living embodiments of tragedy and pain); and you could say it’s given me some perspective on life. It’s gotten me thinking – you know what? Everyone gets sick. Everybody ends the same way. If I’m going to go tomorrow, I’d rather not go hard into the night wondering “Whatever happened to that feller I used to know?” Would I come back from the dead, a spirit weighed down by chains of regret? Would I moan guilt in dark loneliness, a mongol Jacob Marley, cooked books and broken promises heavy at the end of my shackles? I don’t know. I’d rather not find out when it’s too late.

Some Pics From My Sims Life

Here's me yelling inspirational words at Fox as he pumps iron. Hoss, balding from overstress (the game did this, I didn't), runs on the treadmill in the background.

List of Freak Out Moments

Ever since I graduated things have gone exactly the opposite of how I envisioned life would go. Which is not to say that it is a bad thing - it's all how you look at it. I like to view my situation as a valuable life experience, one in which I never EVER want to repeat. Never. Because I am very, very traumatized.

I'd say, if it weren't for the company of my understanding family and friends, I'd be a lot more emotionally fragile. Moreso than I am now, which is currently at threat level "Sensitive" (Inbetween "Dismissive Laugh" and "Obvious Silence"). But this long employment drought has me leaning perhaps a little bit too much on my friends, in the form of daily night-time hours-long chat-and-game sessions, coupled with weekly bball/activity meetings. Inevitably, familiarity breeds all kinds of contempt.

With the approval of Vic, I've decided to share with ya'll the various times over the past year in which we've raged against one another:

What I'd Say to My White Girlfriend After Watching the UCLA Student's Racist Rant

[A phone call]

Hey baby, it's me. Yeah. Been an alright day so far. Yeah. So, hey, listen: have you seen this Youtube video about some white girl at UCLA complaining about asians in the library? It's pretty racist huh? Haha, yeah, she's gonna be in some hot soup.

Yeah I just wanted to ask you. You know, watching that video, it got me feeling kinda weird. No, no, I"m not sick or anything it's just - can I ask you something? Promise you won't be mad. Okay. I was wondering, was there ever a point in your life when you just really really hated asians?

Yes I'm serious.

Dolphin Research Proposal

So I was watching this Nova special about intelligence in animals. They talked the famous talking parrot Alex, camouflaging mollusks, this one smart ass dog who actually inferred something, and some others.

To me, by far the most incredible feat was these two dolphins communicating about, creating, and then performing a new trick. Let's talk about dolphins for a bit. We know they are smart sea creatures capable of doing cool sea tricks, looking happy, and sometimes exhibiting very disturbing sexual behavior. We also know that they can use echolocation, and that they communicate using clicks and whistles. However, we don't exactly know the nature of this communication. Are they akin to, say, sounds that a theoretical caveman might make, i.e. a yell to signify danger, a grunt to signify food, a different grunt to signify other caveman things? Or do these clicks and whistles have structure? In other words, can dolphins discuss and exchange ideas?

I am so Distracted

Several weeks ago I promised more frequent updates, more comics, more everything; but that simply hasn't happened. Since my last entry 'til now we've only had one write-up, and it was by Hoss (thanks, btw), which, because of its political nature, is sure to've chased away whatever conservative fans I may've had (not a big deal).

Folks, it's obvious by now that my track record for this kind of work, at best, lasts one month before dropping off sharply, then fading away, only to be revived some time later when I've gained some inspiration. For that, I apologize. It's annoying and a little disappointing. I know. It's how I feel all the time seeing "WORK ON COMICS" on my to-do list every day to end up never doing anything. Worst of all, this time around my urgency to create has been towards other projects unrelated to this site. So it's not for lack of ideas - it's a lack of effort.