Bloggair.

Hi, Blogger, it's been awhile, and so I felt like dropping in and just expecting you to be free, but don't worry, I have taken into account that you may have saved all your loving for someone who's loving you.  Thanks Gloria.

I have spent an entire summer doing nothing creative.  YES.  I, for just one more summer, wanted to ACTUALLY do nothing at all.  I hung out with friends and worked and had no special trips.  I watched a lot of cats over the summer.  I had fun, and for the first time in years, I didn't want summer to end when it had ended.  So much so, that I have spent the past week of school being an absolute fuckup who never brings a bookbag to school.

My girlfriend, Michelle, is leaving tomorrow for college. I will miss her dearly, since she started writing this while I was watching her pack, I felt I had to leave it in.  I actually had probably the most enjoyable summer I ever had with her.  Our relationship had been sort of rocky last year, and it was nice to just get along with her and enjoy our time together.


Okay I'm bored already.  I promise next post will be funny.


J.J. Dynamite

Just leaving this here.

Today

I saw an inflated rubber glove billowing in the streets.  Why and how were the only things I could think when I drove by it bouncing and rolling around my neighborhood.  A rubber glove is weird enough, let alone an inflated one.  It was almost surreal; I thought I was hallucinating. 

Anyway, Blogger, it seems that our semester together is coming to an end soon.  I had to keep you for creative writing, and now that the class is over, I'm not 100% sure if we'll keep in touch.  I'm not much for long goodbyes, but I'll try to make an exception.  I'll write what comes to me, and what gets filtered through my journals for studio classes (or maybe the opposite, I haven't decided yet.)

Ah screw it, I'll probably end up posting tomorrow, I think this is an addiction, honestly.

-Captain J. M. Sanders

I think blogger has capped me out at 39 posts.  I swear to god I keep posting one and it keeps saying 39.  Anyway, last week had nothing posted because it was really too busy.  I didn't have the tools to write, so obviously I wasn't reading either (or something like that.)

The weather is damp, and like damper than damp.  It's crotch damp here.

I haven't been taking naps after work lately, beacause I feel like my overall performance is affected for the rest of the day, but I think I may make an exception today, considering how I spelled because wrong a while back but I haven't corrected it yet.

Good night.

-Rumms X. Umber

Best Review for a movie I havent seen.

Atlas Shrugged?  More like I shrugged.

13.

Today I deleted my Facebook, guys!  I've never felt so powerful before :D.

Seriously though, I am reminded of when Siddhartha had left the presence of Gotama the Enlightened One. He had felt himself no longer tied to his old life. He gained a reverence for the world, and was able to continue on without looking back.

The way they tried to stop me.  They told me friends would miss me, that I could make facebook useful.  That my girlfriend  would miss me.  I almost felt sad, as if I was leaving forever my friends or experiencing death.

Death, as it is read in Tarot, doesn't exactly mean the end of life.  It represents a change, a new outlook, a different relationship.  It is an exciting card to receive, really.  It means it's time to move on with yourself and start over.  That doesn't mean get rid of everything beforehand.  I will continue to be with my girlfriend (Death can represent marriage too, isn't that funny!?), talk to my friends, and see them-especially when the summer rolls around!  I'm still creating art.  I am still passionate about the graphic novel.

Take this with you, guys:  When something ends, is it really over?  The world doesn't cease, even when it becomes dust.  A catastrophe is only a catastrophe in our eyes, because the end of our lives doesn't seem so beautiful in the wonderful scheme of the world.

The Internet and Me: Why Some Relationships Just Don't Work Out

I began browsing the internet as a child, of the mind that this was the big shit.  I could use Altavista or Webcrawler to find any inadequate amount of information about something as I could (This was before Google or Wikipedia.  Finding anything using the internet was a crapshoot.)  As I grew up, so did the internet.  We both came into our own, and I got it in my head that it was a legitimate place to share ideas and enjoy being able to talk to someone miles away.  I don't know where the hell I got this idea, because I can barely get along with people who are not anonymous and at the very least responsible for what they say to me.

So, for a while, I kicked around the internet, I even tried doing freelance work as a designer/artist.  You don't know how far your head needs to be up your ass to make any sorts of success on DeviantArt until you try to do it.  You literally need to make it a job to be as much of a kiss-ass as possible, and you can make some headway, even if you don't know foreshortening from foreskin.  When it made art wholly unfun, I left, because I didn't need my hobby/career choice to be miserable at age 20 (I also wasn't even getting jobs).  That was the first lesson I learned: No one cares about your shit until you make them care about your shit.

Because when all meaning fails, draw a funny face and you too can get an LOL from a stranger in Vancouver

So, Facebook, also.  It's supposed to be...for...what's it supposed to be for?  Do I keep in touch with people I don't see anymore? (Not really, I usually just send them irreverent crap, which I guess was our relationship before they left the state/city.)  More often than not though, I have to sift through my (by the way, not very large) pool of Facebook friends, honestly looking through senseless text that just makes me embarrassed to look at, oh and rage comics.  God, once one of your friends finds reddit.com it's like all the shit from reddit just gets plastered all over their Facebook wall.  By this point (the point where Facebook is recognizing my face to tag photos) I've learned my second lesson about the internet: Deactivate your Facebook and never look back; you were better off before it existed.

I know it really sounds like I'm taking a "holier than thou/too good for this shit" attitude, but that's because I am.  The internet is a vast, vast land of fantastic freedom and global connections, and the only thing I can seem to find redeeming about it is the pornography (the relatively virus free stuff, anyway).  I wish I had never hooked myself into all this crap, because I'm pretty sure I was better at entertaining myself than by clicking on here.  Anyway, just letting you know, Blogger, that I have my goddamn eye on you. (Did I already say this a few posts ago?)

-Willing J. Knowles

Aw!  Thanks www.cuteoverload.com!

P.S. Oh, the pictures of cats and doggies are probably the only other thing that's worth doing on the internet.  Aw!