Holy Batman! I followed through on a promise to update, two days in a row! I know, insane shit, right? This is madness! And fortunately for you weaklings, this is not actually Sparta, now matter how loudly I may yell it.
And YEP! Matt graciously took time out of his *cough* busy schedule *cough* to colour another one of my comics in spectacular fashion. I like it. I’m considering never colouring another comic myself. Or maybe I’ll stick to my old style. Or maybe I’ll just post B&W comics for a while. Let me know what you think, feetslices.
ONE MORE THING. In case you were wondering, yes, I have been updating a little bit more frequently than I have been in the last few months. That is because some genius who sits beside me in in class decided to blab to a whole bunch of people that I have a web comic and they should check it out. Of course, I felt guilty because I hadn’t posted in freakin forever so I decided to just get my ass in gear. That, and if I have time to film stuff every week , I damn well better be able to stick to my prior commitments too. That might not make sense to you, but OH WELL.
One MORE thing. Link for the post: Watch it and love it. That is mandatory.
To thine own metatarsals be true,
Nikki
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I have nothing new for you people. My apologies.
Enjoy the lyrics to a great song by Marilyn Manson.
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Running To The Edge Of The World – Marilyn Manson
Remember when i took you
up to the top of the hill?
We had our knives drawn.
They were as sharp
as we were in love.
If god crossed us
we’d take all his drugs,
burn his money
and his house down,
and wait for the fire to spread.
Sometimes hate is not enough
to turn this all to ashes.
Together as one
against all others
break all of their wings to
make sure it crashes
We’re running to the
edge of the world
Running, running away
We’re running to the edge of the world
I don’t know if the world will end today
I had no choice,
I erased the debt of our family,
let you say goodbye
with lips like dynamite.
And everyone
turned their backs
because they knew
when we held on tight
to each other,
we were something fatal,
that fell into the wrong hands.
Sometimes hate is not enough
to turn this all to ashes.
Together as one
against all others
break all of their wings to
make sure it crashes
We’re running to the
edge of the world
Running, running away
We’re running to the edge of the world
I don’t know if the world will end today
We don´t see death, we see destruction
See a new beginning rise behind the sun
We can´t never catch up to them as fast as we run
I hate those fucking people who pine artistically, they suffer in their own personal hell because they can’t stand that fact that the really aren’t all that creative or interesting a person. Spending week after week, night after night, hour after hour struggling to create something that will identify themselves as an individual.
I won’t have any part of it, if an idea isn’t working I’d just as soon go read a book & try some other time. I am creative, and a little artistic, but art isn’t art if you are forcing it. Hell, if you are pushing out mental constipation you’re going to come up with pure shit. Ideas should just flow, and if they aren’t it’s obviously not the medium or direction you should be involving yourself in. I think I just made two feces references in a single paragraph, I guess you were right Nix.
Anyways, getting back to what I was saying before, if you can’t write a song about the girl you love, try writing one about the bus going past you that morning after you stood for forty minutes in the frigid cold. If you can’t draw a picture of an eye, try drawing one of a hand (or on your hand). Hell, if you’re going through a creative drought go eat a popsicle and forget about it, it isn’t worth stressing over.
I for example am going through a bit of a writers block. And not in the traditional sense that I can’t write anything, I just can’t write what I want. I wrote a new song with guitar, bass and lyrics just last week. It certainly isn’t my finest work but it felt good to pick up an instrument for more than musical stress relief. I’m sitting here writing this, I love just writing about nothing like people are going to read it, that’s the fun of the internet. I started working on a book of sorts some months ago and I desire to return to the project, to no avail though. It’s a pain in my arse to the nth degree.
I however, am not going to spew out page after page of morbid, depressing poetry crying out to be inspired or freed from my mortal state. That’s just ridiculous, get over yourself. Firstly, no one cares if you can’t write that next big screamo hit, the genre is on it’s way out anyways. Secondly, suicide is not a subject to just callously discuss like you think about it every day. If you DO think about it every day, get some help or just go ahead and do it already. I get depressed now & then, but all I want to do is snuggle up to my girlfriend, or read a Batman comic and forget about it. Life is too goddamn short to dwell on the fact that you can’t create, or that some girl left you, or that you ran out of peanut butter.
I find I create best when I don’t look for inspiration, when it falls in my lap so to speak. Often times certain people make others feel creative. My girlfriend is clearly this to me, my “muse” as it were. The big problem there is I can think of better things to do than work on some sort of artistic project when she is around, because i only get to see her so much. Hopefully though this will all change when we make our big move cross country to beautiful British Columbia, I’ll be able to have her around and still take time to be a little artistically selfish with my time because I’ll be getting into bed next to her that night, or cooking together shortly after. Whatever it may be. I think a change of environment would be nice too, this small town living with your parents thing is stifling.
I’ll get it all started again at some point, and likely until then my “Mad Musings” will likely be more frequently posted. Look for some new stuff from myself and my co-creator of “At Odds”, the always amazing Sir Rigg soon.
We’ll just have to see though, until next time…
THAT’S A BINGO.
(also go check out the new HIM album, it’s great. Just. Fucking. Great.)
If I uh. Get ahead on my homework. I’ll have a chance to finish up some At Odds stuff.
Wish me luck?
Fuck you, you brainless fart in the tub! I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on your knees begging for it with a funnel in your mouth! I’d consider killing you if I thought you were actually alive you fucking twat! You aren’t worth the brown stain left on the mattress during your conception!
Heh, sorry I had to get that off my chest. It was bothering me for some time. Although it does provides an excellent segue into our next foray into the mind of me. Let’s talk about insults and the need to be mean. We all feel it, whether it be for a fleeting moment stuck in traffic taking particular joy in safely (read: arrogantly) cutting someone else off. Or alternately, making the one person we care about most cry, as Dane Cook said, “that one little tear” we ALL feel it. Let’s examine the need to be mean.
Being “mean” doesn’t always have to come from anger, but often enough does. Let’s start ourselves off with a ‘textbook’ explanation of anger. Anger: An emotional state that may range in intensity from mild irritation to intense fury and rage. Anger has physical effects including raising the heart rate and blood pressure and the levels of adrenaline and noradrenaline[1]. The external expression of anger can be found in facial expressions, body language, physiological responses, and at times in public acts of aggression [2]. Being mean can be referred to as “aggressive anger”, meaning anger manifested in hurtful, selfish, destructive or violent behaviour.
When someone pisses you off extensively what is your first instinct? Mine have a whole range depending on who it is that struck the foul chord with me. For example, a friend vs. a random douchebag at a bar. A friend does something to piss me off and I just want to talk it out right then & there, for better or worse. I’m not a very violent person, which probably has something to do with my not being one of those guys whose entire life is driven by a self-induced testosterone overdose. So I’d rather just have it out with someone, be it a quiet discussion or a screaming match, at least you get it out of the way. But change the situation and I’m at a bar and a guy decides he has a problem with me these situations have been known to very quickly escalate. I couldn’t count the number of times I’ve tried to talk / weasel my way out of a bad situation at a bar and been responded to with a punch in the mouth from some oversized gorilla with a brain the size of a small grape. That isn’t to say I haven’t instigated things coming to blows in my time, when a woman is the instigating factor in a conflict men turn into animals.
Begin mean for no reason though, can be hilarious if I might be so bold as to promote it. Indulge people! It’s a blast! I know I’m not the only one either, don’t even try to fucking crucify me people. I know you all picked on your siblings. You all have cut someone off in traffic. Pranks on your teacher, neighbours or innocent nobodies, it all counts! I’m not trying to encourage you all to go out and maliciously do something to hurt someone or endanger someone’s livelihood, I am however going to say this. Throw a little anarchy in your day. Do something out of the norm for you. If you are the guy who helps an old woman across the street at every opportunity, try being the guy who tosses pennies off a small bridge at unsuspecting locals. If a guy asks you if you can sell him any pot, send him on a wild goose chase around town for hours that cannot lead back to you and ends in exhaustion with no pot to show for it. Have some fun at someone else s expence. BE AN ASSHOLE, the world loves an asshole, we celebrate them, make television shows based around them even.
Alternately I could source you to my old article about the benefits of being nice if I had a copy of it. Sadly it was lost in the downfall of ‘Mad Musings’ former home on iseedead.com. But, fuck it. No one wants to read the past, skewer forward people!
Hold onto your hats and stay cruel!
-Jeffrus
Dsiclaimer: Be a dick, but don’t hurt people.
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[1] “Anger definition”. Medicine.net. http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=33843. Retrieved 2010-01-22.
[2] Michael Kent, Anger, The Oxford Dictionary of Sports Science & Medicine, Oxford University Press
BTW – I’m aware I didn’t go crazy with my cites & sources for this. I don’t want to hear a word.
I can’t speak as to the status of the new episode of ‘At Odds’, I haven’t spoken to Matt in a few days. But I have been working on a new article. Assuming all goes well and I don’t get buttfucked into a time delay look for it by Friday!
Fuck my feet,
Jeff