I sit and wait for some bolt of inspiration to jar my fingers into writing descriptions of unknown planets, vast unknown stretches of universe and two characters reaching the end of their limits while I pile on the misery. I wait while refreshing my demonoid account so that I may pirate the new comics of Wednesday. I have no job which means no money, well I have some money but no money for that. Which I think is ok, but I guess the point of this is that I have a strong desire to look at sequential art and stories. Its burning my mind. I love comic books, I love them and I can not get enough of them. To me they are inspirational a fine meld of story telling and imagery. The new mythologies of our time teaching us of morals, integrity, metaphors of our government, wars and social politics. I suppose I can be criticized for my "low brow" approach to literature. I welcome that. Mostly because the ones criticizing lack any education and experience in the matter of comic books. Many of them just think its a bunch of colorful super powered ambiguous men and woman posturing themselves in epic running or flying sequences. Yes, yes there are those, and I can't help but also love these particular stories. Again its our mythology, our cave paintings and illuminated text. Its our new norse,greek and roman gods teaching us.
Im noticing Im going nowhere with this particular rant. Im sitting and waiting for free comics. I love them, they inspire me. I love reading about fantastical worlds, seedy cities and domestic disputes of identity. Maybe it the escapist in me. I just feel like I belong in the pages, in the stills, in the white borders. I feel more in touch with the men and woman of Marvel, DC, Image, DarkHorse, IDW, Boom.

I want to mean something to you. I am terribly afraid of this world. Its not the world I had envisioned as a boy. Love is a work of fiction. Hate is engineered. Hate is a locomotive with a wild eyed Casey Jones at the helm screaming for more coal.

Ink

Last night I watched a film by the name of "Ink." EJD and I went out on a limb last evening and steered away from the Documentary project that she has been working on for the past 5 months or so. I saw scary light bulb eyes and read the back "The Next IT movie" was written in bold and followed by other various citations of "Donnie Darko probably other "indie" fantasy title...blah blah blah, I quite frankly don't remember. Either way we decided to grab it, for some reason holding it made me feel like I was about to watch MirrorMask or something of fantastical dreamworlds where good and evil vie for souls or control of humanity and that nature. Well it was just that. I thought it was a solid film based on the plot of Two groups of folks come to us while we sleep. One group dressed sharply from Abercrombie or AE gives us nice dreams filled with puppies, chocolate, our dead loved ones and being rockstars. While DEVO comes and gives us all of those I'm drowning, spitting out teeth, plastic bag over the head, sweaty nightmares.Everyone knows martial arts too! Ah but there is a third party; a loan individual shows up looking like a human Skeksi and kidnaps our psuedo-main character young girl in the dream realm placing her in a coma. She is needed for a sacrifice to allow his transition into DEVO and shed this awful dark crystal guise! So mad mad dash for AE models to bring her estranged dad to coma girls bedside to help wake her up.

I'm making fun of this and I don't know why. I really liked this film. The visuals were solid for an "indie film" and the plot left a lot of room for your own imagination to explore this dream world/war thing going on along with various other ideas and what roles people played in the mythos of the movie. Thick commentary on "what is important" or maybe exploring some sin action by giving examples of greed, vanity and pride. It through redemption in there of course, and how important it can be to trust in yourself and not loose sight of moral high grounds. Love. .

I think I like the fact of being treated like I am an idiot. Its almost like being a sleeper agent that gets woken up at particular times to do the horrible shit that no one would ever expect. I like that. I like knowing that people are very predictable and ultimately weak. I have given into my weaknesses far too long and because of that people have been used too a sort of comfort of me failing or letting things play out in their favor. Often I am said that I am general and cryptic. I also enjoy this, I like to give the person a chance at thinking about what they are doing wrong and why they are doing it. I also see it as a way for them to have that "grace period" before I actually act.

I have no idea what I am writing about but writing is what I will do right now. I find that it is bringing me great joy. I have no idea why really, maybe it cathartic or maybe I can get some of those crazy ideas out of my head. Either way its nice.

So...I am right, and it pains me to know that I will be fought until the end times comes. I will be argued with and debated until actual events transpire for the truth to be seen. When that happens I am almost positive I will end in a shameful position, blood drenched and shivering in the winter night. I can feel the energy in my chest begging to be free. Holding my heart hostage and forcing my blood to pump at a uncontrollable levels like a factory that missed its deadline. I will force myself to smile and put on that happy face, but we all know its a lie. We all know that I am always watching and suspecting. We all know that I pay attention to the exits and the entrances the motions and speech. We all know that I am forever watching.

Thank you Mr Lucas for allowing others to ruin your ruination Part 1

I tried to give Clone Wars a shot. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a Mandalore. Basically, its as flat as the new movies. Clunky plot direction and non believable situations and poor dialog. I dont understand how a group called Death Watch plans to take over Mandalore when a group of 8 can't beat Obi Wan. Now the series makes Obi Wan semi-more badass than the movies do but come on the first three movies don't lead to Sir Alec at all now do they? Dutchess throws rock at Death Watch Mando, instead of shooting Obi in the face he turns to blast her, gets sweeped...dumb. Dutchess sets off alarm, instead of one Mando guard going to "check it out" both leave their post at elaborate jedi death machine so they can both check it out while Dutchess frees Obi from ore smashing device... Give me back my fucking Ewoks right the fuck now.