Emma bought me this!!

I have had my eye on it since the end of last summer, but have never been able to justify getting spending forty dollars all on one thing, and all the sudden, for no reason, a package came to my house one day. I don’t want to make you wince by sharing too many details about my personal life, I just wanted to share this wonderful act of kindness.

She’s a high class dame, and no mistake.

Also, speaking of noir-ish things, I finished my comic! Hooray! I hope to have it up on the internet at some point soon, and then I will post a link. I would love feedback of any sort.

Also, I liked spiderman 3 a lot. It had it’s flaws, but I don’t think that it is a particularly weak entry in the series.

I define blind hatred as a perpetual, and consciously sustained rage towards something. If you say “I will always love you” to someone you love unconditionally, then you say “I will always hate you” to someone who you hate blindly.

If love is the greatest and most noble human emotion, then blind hatred has to be the lowest and most base, because it is love’s polar opposite.

I make this statement because love allows understanding, philanthropy, inclusiveness, creativity and happiness to flourish.

Blind hatred fosters ignorance, misanthropy, exclusion, the urge to destroy, and ultimately, misery.

If everything I have said so far sounds god-awfully cliched, then it’s because it is. We hear this kind of statement ALL the time. We heard it in kindergarten, and we heard it in college. Everyone says it. A LOT. It’s a mantra.

But the reason we say it is because we are naturally hard-wired to hate. Evolution has hard-wired us to hate, to kill, to rape, to steal, to eat flesh, to form clans, to protect territories, and to despise the other. It’s only by denying these impulses that human civilization has been capable of anything other than destruction (although we are awesome at that, too.)

Naturally, the point I am trying to get at is that we should avoid blind hatred at all costs. But it’s tough when you or someone you know wakes up one day and finds out that, sure as shootin’, there is someone out there that hates them. All you can do is focus on the (hopefully) larger number of people who love you, and do what you can to not to make the hate any worse. Unfortunately, there is not much you can do usually to be hated less. If a group wants to stay closed off, and to hide their motivations and beliefs from those they have turned into the “other”, then there is not a lot the other can do. Live life, be happy, have fun.

Sorry if I have broken the usually good vibe on shambot with this relatively somber post. Also, I am, of course, discussing a specific set of events; so I apologize to anyone who has no idea what this is about.

Happy Bday Ben, Deedee, and Maggie. The 3 of you can now go drinking together!

Iggy Pop is my idol. Of all the people that I worship (and it is a long list) he is the one I most revere. He is Zeus to all of my lesser gods.

Iggy Pop just turned sixty. That is weird to me. He is the guy who kind of defines youthful rebellion for me, yet he could practically be my grandpa. He celebrated his birthday by jumping of stage while playing a gig with the stooges. If that doesn’t make you feel better about getting older, then I don’t know what will. Also, he is that old and has a better body than most people ever will.

Anyway, I am done musing. The real reason for this post is that I just got a new cell phone, HOORAY. My phone number is the same, but I lost about 30 or so contacts. This is an urgent plea to everyone to text me their phone numbers, so I can start the rebuilding process. Thank you.

yeah. not much else to say. Hot Fuzz tuesday. If you wanna be hip to the movie that Tim, Emma and I will be quoting for the next 5 years then you should go out and see it.

I would like to be the first to take Allison up on this challenge, as I was about to write about something very embarrassing already.

CAUTION: This post is not for the squeamish.

Ok. Last night, I was running upstairs very enthusiastically to join my lovely Emma for the watching of a few episodes of Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends (An Awesome show, if you say it’s for kids I will stab you in the jaw.) Anyway, in my haste, I stubbed my toe. You you see, we have a very low window in my very narrow stairway, it is almost parallel to the stairs in some places. So, while the rest of my body hurried upstairs, my right pinky toe stayed behind, caught in that space where the window makes a rectangular depression in the wall. However, when I say that I stubbed my toe, I do not mean that I merely squished it a little bit. I realized this when I got to my room and Emma pointed out that a small corner of my sock had turned entirely red. On closer inspection, I had a small gash in my toe and I HAD TOTALLY FUCKED MY TOENAIL UP. It now works like the that toenail in the commercial with the little dermatophyte. You know the one? Where he lifts it up like it’s got a little hinge and pops out from underneath it? Yeah, that’s what my toenail looks like right now. Walking about a mile to get to my class with that fucker squeezed into my shoe was not fun. I= cLUMzY A holE.

Anyway, to make this post less negative I am gonna end it like a xanga.

Currently reading- Dark Victory- A batman comic by Jeph Lobe and Tim Sale. Sequel to the Long Halloween. Very noir, very cool. I LOVE the art.

Currently watching- NOT grindhouse, because Tim, Pat and Deedee went while I was at work. A holes. We just saw the Host, though. That was amazing, and makes up for it.

Currently Listening- Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers and Bastards- Tom Waits. The best Tom Waits I have ever heard. 56 songs and each one is amazing. My favorite disc so far is disc 3: Bastards.

This is Tim and I’s entry into the Beer Label competition. It’s the first in a series of 3 labels called “Petbuster Brew.” This is Lou’s Brew. Drink it. Fuckface.

In other news I am not as sick as I thought I might be. My throat has been really sore, and I noticed that I had bumps going all the way down the back of my tongue, making it kind of look like a squid tentacle. Naturally I was disgusted, so I went to the doc and he tested me for strepp, which was negative, so he guesses it’s some viral thing that will leave in due time. Also, the bumps are my tastebuds, which have gotten swollen because of the irritation.

Also- Tim, I think I left my cell phone at your place last night. If you see it around, please give it to me before you leave today! You can probably contact me through david.

Also- I made this drawing for Sparta.

1. Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark
2. Evil Dead 2
3. Poltergeist
4. Darkman
5. Robocop

That’s the title of the comic books class I am taking. So far it is my favorite class this semester, it’s too bad it only meets once a week for an hour.

What I posted here is our second assignment, which was to switch sketchbooks with someone else in the class, make up the title of a comic, and then write it in their sketchbook. Then we had to make a one page comic based off of that title. The one that I got was “Bigger, Faster, Stronger.” The one that I wrote for someone else was “My Baby’s Daddy.” Here’s the result:

I am probably only posting this because I am proud of the art. I had never really used crow quills before, and I feel like I handled them competently.

Anyway, our final big assignment is gonna be to write a fifteen page “graphic novella.” I think mine is gonna be about a noir-style detective with super powers.

Sometimes friendships are tested…

Sometimes endurance is put to it’s limit…

Sometimes doing the job means bending the rules…

This fall, the creators of “15”, “Man Vs. Hornets”, “Bare Aspirations”, and “Where’s Waldo” bring you…

A story of friendship,

betrayal

and redemption

PETBUSTERS2K7ACTLIKEYOUKNOW!

Hopefully coming to a theatre at some point.

………..Is something I am terrible at. Allow me to elaborate:
I am finally almost finished with my espresso training at the Java House. I can make espresso, Lattes, Mochas, Hot Cocoa, Americanos, and other wonderful treats that are terrible for me, but I still can’t make some things like Capuccinos or Macchiatos, however,I will learn soon. I have made most of these things before, since I had a coffeeshop job before J ta tha H, but the way they make stuff is a lot trickier. At my old job it took me about an hour to learn almost everything, but at Java House it took me two hours to learn to steam milk properly. (When I finally did get it right, I got a round of applause from the 5 or so coworkers who were in the store at the time.) They have really high standards for drink making, and really specific things that they want you to do when you make things like espresso and steamed milk. If you make a Latte that is too foamy, then you have to throw it out and start over again (and who wants to be all bloated and farty from a foamy latte anyway?) At first it was really intimidating, and my first training session was a little terrifying, but the second one was really fun. It’s really cool and challenging to try and make a perfect drink.

I am probably coming off as a coffee snob, or a Java House tool to all of you guys who don’t know me that well, (and some of you that do, I know my g-f has said something to that extent…) It’s just a cool skill and I am proud to have finally picked it up.

FUCK I AM LATE FOR CLASS

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