My Little Slice of Hell

          I keep thinking of things to write for this but when I open up the site and have the new entry page in front of me, I decide that no one really would care to hear about my personal life and that it would somehow be narcissistic of me to post such things even though the very concept of a blog is narcissistic. I think this despite the fact I personally find other people’s lives extremely interesting, hence the reason I watch so many different blogs on so many different sites. I don’t really expect anyone to read this blog so how could my posting on it be vainglorious, in spite of the nature of blogging, anyway?
          Now I can’t even remember what I was originally going to post about. It was probably something about being really tired.

      So... Uh, I've started posting on my blogspot account here: mylittlesliceofhell.blogspot.com/. I've decided to post pics of the stuff that I make on there upon completion. Yesterday I went through a couple websites and found all of the pics that I've uploaded online over the past couple of years and posted entries for all of the images that I could find. Today I posted my first entry of a new custom action figure that I completed today, which I shall also post here. May I present to you my vision of Hugh Hefner had he lived in the Star Wars galaxy... And also had an action figure made of him by Kenner in the early eighties... SPACE HEF

            I started reading DMZ a couple months ago. I hate the style used for the people and I hate a lot of the wardrobe choices but other than that I absolutely love it. It’s strangely addicting, seeing New York as a demilitarized zone between the United States military and the Free States Army. It’s nice to see that Vertigo is still the leader in quality mainstream comics, especially when there’s so much chauvinistic male fantasy garbage out there. And by chauvinistic male fantasy garbage I mean anything written by Frank Miller.
 

I was in Washington D.C., New Jersey and Manhattan this past week and rather than recapping my boring life, I’ve decided to post pictures of some of the cooler stuff that I bought.

 IWG (Insurgents Wilderness Gruppo) Astro Krieg Hannibal the Mountain Guerilla mini figure

 From Kaiyodo's Revoltech collection, the Zentradi Regult battle pod.

 Some magnets. :O

 And more model kits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

           Ok, what’s been going on. I reviewed the film adaptation of WATCHMEN here, aced all of my finals, crazy ex-brother-in-law is set to get out of prison a decade early next month or the month after, etcetera, etcetera. I saw the new Wolverine movie last night. It was ok for a Marvel comic movie but sucked if compared to films in general. They ruined Deadpool. Watched movies at Kate’s a couple days ago… Chu chu chu… I can’t think of anything else of major importance.

            Other than Bea Arthur dying.

Thank you for being a friend. <3<3<3

So I woke up at 7:15 today, even earlier than I get up on days that I have class… Because of my irritable bowel syndrome or whatever it is that makes my poo all mushy and spray out of my rear at terminal velocity. Now I’m sitting here, my tummbly wumbly is still feeling weird and is making noises while I eat peaches and browse the vastness that is the internet. DIARRHEA!
 

I must elaborate on these words. This she commands!

Clementines

The first group meeting in class, she said she would bring us all clementines. She said it as she shoved pieces of the juicy fruit into her gaping maw. She lied. She fucking lied to us. There would be no clementiney goodness had. There would not be any dancing and frolicking through leafy glades as we bit into the orange delights. I know it was you Ali. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!

Black Clothing

Black is very trendy. It also makes it harder for people to see me in their bedrooms at night. Sloooowly. Slooooooooowly. Shhhh, don’t scream. It will all be over soon. Like the Ninja of feudal Japan, I will stealthily end your existence. I will poison your wine. I will poison your chocolate. I will throw sharp metal things at your face and then… I will vanish into the darkness from which I came.

Europe

European history, 1715- Present. Our teacher likes France so most of what she teaches is about France. Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France? Royale with cheese. Do you know why they call it a Royale with cheese? Because of the metric system, you twit. Didn’t think of that, did ya?

Discussions

Our only interaction ever has been during life draining discussions. They’re horrible. It’s like listening to a flock of geese being clubbed to death in a bathtub with a golf club. That’s what it sounds like. A single person could just fill out the whole friggin group question packet thing. A single person but Ali because she got confused about something once. I can’t remember what it was but it was probably a important question that was worth, like, fifteen points. Fifteen points, for Christ’s sake! Would you trust Ali with fifteen points?

Sarcasm

Have you ever been verbally raped before? Would you like to be? My sarcasm is not unlike a hot, throbbing cock, except instead of being composed of absorbent tissues and blood vessels it’s merely sound waves passing through the air. I will blow your mind with my inadequate and often flaccid wit. Fucking blow it. All over the wall behind you, like that one scene in Scanners. You know, the one scene that is the only thing that anyone remembers in the movie. In fact, I’ve never seen Scanners but I’ve seen animated .gifs of the head exploding scene so I have experienced the true essence of the film. What was this supposed to be about?
 

           I’ve gotten a bunch of books related to the WATCHMEN film adaptation. I become more and more apprehensive as March sixth approaches. I noticed in one of the photos found in the film companion, that Moloch’s hands are not turned upright after Rorschach finds him. It’s not important to the story but it’s heavy in symbolism which all who have read WATCHMEN know is an important thing in the comic. Whatever.

            I finished a Rorschach action figure, am working on a crappy painting of some Japanese mythological monster fighting Samurai for a little competition, my right hand hurts really badly because of some “arting” I was doing yesterday, and I finished the last of my midterms today. This all happened in the past week or two and before that, nothing happened at all, which I can recall. All just a bunch of boring dribble that blended together.

            Oh, and I started writing scripts for a TV show that is supposedly going to be made for OUTV. So basically, I’ve been busy with school.
 

           And he’s American.

           My cousin, Clayton, was found at the bottom of a waterfall in Hawaii on Wednesday. Police are investigating, my dad’s cousin, Clayton’s father, has had a mental breakdown. The whole thing is freaky.
 

            My Ozymandias and second Comedian customs are featured on joecustoms. Right hand column, list of new figures, numbers one and four, right there. http://www.joecustoms.com/

 http://www.joecustoms.com/customs/customs_specific_item.php?kind=figure&id=8117
http://www.joecustoms.com/customs/customs_specific_item.php?kind=figure&id=8116
 

Edit: Oh, and the site’s creator, Beav, emailed me complimenting my Comedian custom and Iron Will, one of the moderators, also messaged me saying that he like my WATCHMEN figures. Be still, my beating heart.

          And I’m up while the dawn is breaking, even though my heart is aching. I should be drinking a toast to absent friends instead of these comedians.