My Little Slice of Hell

            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.

            Just to clarify my last post here, I’m ok with all of that.

            In other news, my grandmother (mother’s side) almost died today in the hospital… Again. She was already there because she was feeling bad, but last night she couldn’t breath and I guess she got really, really bad. It might have just been a allergic reaction to some medication she was getting though, ‘cause they switched some of her meds and she’s stabilized now and can actually talk again. Yay! 

            In other, other news, today whilst reading some stuffs I realized that I really, really don’t like Noam Chomsky. I’m not going to be one of those dicks who says that he’s anti-America, because he’s not. He’s just a fool, a wise fool, but a fool nonetheless. Anyone can learn a lot from reading his work and listening to his talks but while he has a great many insights he has no answers. This wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t act like he did. Case in point: He criticizes the United States, and every other nation for any and all armed conflicts they have taken part in. Every. Single. One. The First Gulf War? Yup. Korea? You betcha. He even says that the invasion of Afghanistan after 9/11 is basically just the murder of innocent people.

            We don’t live in a bubble, Noam. The world has become ever more complex as humans ban together to survive and fight over resources. The only way to please Chomsky, it seems, is to just do absolutely nothing at all because if one little bad thing happens, even if that wasn’t the intention, well he’ll upbraid it as vehemently as he would Hitler’s holocaust. With the ability to find such fault, one would assume that Chomsky could actually find some sort of alternative action which could have been taken. Let me restate that, an alternative action that could be taken and actually conceivably work given the intricacies of foreign relations and the demands of other governments. Nope. Way to be a dick mister “intellectual.”

Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to play around in

Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt
Always have clean shirts to play around in

In their styes with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking

Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat their bacon

            I finished my paper for Simecek that’s due tomorrow and, finding myself with an excuse to pretend that I had some spare time, I finished my Comedian custom. It’s a whole lot better than the shit-heap that was my first one. Didn’t even fucking look like him.

            All of his gear is removable except for the grenades. I had to glue those. Fuck, I need better hobbies. Fucking making fucking toys. Fucking fuck. Fuck. Currently my goal is to live long enough to submit this one to joecustoms so my profile on there isn’t such a joke. A joke… The Comedian… Heh.