So, there is all this talk about the emotionally distant mother who supposedly killed her daughter and then acted completely normal for like a month. And the mom is lying and lying and lying.
Assuming that this girl is really as cold as she is, and it isn't merely a theme created by the news, all I have to say is this.
I <3 EMOTIONALLY DEAD WOMEN!
Of course, someone who kills their child without a thought. That's no good. That's too far for my personal tastes.
But, it is a good break from the too emotional women which television normally focuses on...
Animaiton Liberation Issue 2 is released! (free download)
Even though the magazine was completely written on January 20th, it took just over a month to get to formatted, the cover done!
I just uploaded Issue Two of Animation Liberation Magazine. It is 85 pages total, and talks about lots of crazy left-wing stuff. Please give the massive file a download and enjoy!
This is sleep when they remove the warmth from our little house
Strange Days...
The past seventy two hours have pretty much been a collective haze for me. I have been sleeping in two hour naps here and there, and have been wandering from place to place (Work, Mathias', Jacob's, work, Dad's, work, home, etc.)
I went to Fry's this morning and got the Nightmare on Elm Street Boxed set. I just watched part 4, 5, 6 tonight. I must say, I am happy to have watched this series when I was a kid. I related to a few of the kids in the series (The deaf Carlos in part 6, and I crush on Taryn in part 3) but as a whole I don't really enjoy the movies anymore. I still stand by my statement that part is a masterpiece and the best of the series. The boxed set ripped when I opened it, so I am going to go back and get a refund.
Aside from that, lots of stuff is planned for Saturday (cosplay picnic, ChibiTokyo hangout, and maybe Sarah's party) so I hope all things unfold well and allow me to make the trip there.
I decided not to take Japanese 202 this semester. I wouldn't really be able to dedicate myself to the class, and the tuesday/thursday night class wouldn't really work for me.
"We agreed this city was like a morgue You said we should liven things up around here
This is sleep when they remove the warmth from our little house"
Simple update: "i know, i know, she’ll be gone before I get home."
In case that last post was a little too heavy for anyone, I figured I'd post about myself.
I'm well. Really really broke, and juggling lots of finances for mid-2008. I've been working a lot, because my sister is a super slacker who rarely shows up when scheduled. I was able to visit my dad tonight and eat dinner with him at his house, that was really cool. I've been going to the gym about one a week with MAthias which is also cool, we fuck around on the basketball courts at like 1 AM trying to score rediculuous shots from the halfcourt when we cannot even make them from five feet away from the hoop.
I'm over at Jacob's mom's house right now. It is 6 AM and we just watched "The Running Man." Tomorrow I have plans to hang out with Deandra and visit Mathias at work. I've been reading a few books on Go, and I am really into it, I love playing but don't really have that competitive desire to become stronger than others--I just enjoy playing and learning sneaky ass approaches. I wonder where I'll stop? 9kyu? 3kyu? Shodan?
I need to put the "she shows me how" MP3 online, and I need to put the lyrics up here too. it is one of the greatest songs that never got the appreciation it deserved. ...eventually...
"In keeping with Channel 40's policy of bringing you the latest in blood and guts, and in living color, you are going to see another first: an attempted suicide."
In any situation there is no end to an actor's stage. A family sitting among the audience watching their daughter recite Hamlet with the rest of her High School Theatre class, the girlfriend anticipating an outburst from her violent boyfriend so ask flirts with him in order sedate him, the teacher in front of the class trying to hold his composure as the entire class ignores his attempts to educate them on U.S. History--each person has their own stage, we all all actors and acrtesses.
Your life, as viewed through everyone else around you, is a story. Be nice to your audience--they're your friends. The music you blast from your car--your soundtrack. The lovers you lost and presonal moments you shared with them--tragedy and development. Your eventual death--the finale.
You can leave a message, and you can inspire others.
Whether you like it or not, you're on stage. The wisest choice of action would be a preserve yourself with pictures and videos. Make public your photobucket accounts, and tab out your life through livejournal--afterall, you only have one play and one audience.
This may seem intense. But, Christine Chubbuck's suicide was meant to be her final act, and she wanted people to see it; she killed herself on live television. In the aftermath, her family went through a court and were able to keep the footage for themselves (they most likely either still have it or have destroyed it).
Her death is still not available to the public.
Suicides are terrible, and should not happen. I personally, support stronger regulations for all firearms and do not wish for anyone to have to go through the loss of a loved one through suicide.
But when an event so rare happens through means of tragedy, whether it be Olympic athletes shaving fourty years of their life by taking steroids and growth hormones in order to try to win the gold metal for their country, whether is be Superbowl Sunday where the possibily of pemanent dehabiliation is possible for these Football players, or if a news anchor battling depression maps out her final statement before taking her own life, we shouldn't cover up what happens through their destructive actions. Accept and inform that Olympians are bulking up on drugs, that our soldiers are most likely killing more civilians than not, that some people feel like they cannot go on and have to incorrectly resort to suicide.
Christine Chubbuck had a final act. As our lives are a stage, as an actual thetrical stage is an actor's stage, and as her Newsroom was her stage, she performed and recorded her own death. She wanted it to be seen, and it is lost maybe forever.
I plan to stick around for as long as I can. I plan to preserve who I was and what I thought as well as I can. I hope those around me also try to keep going as long as they can and to preserve themselves as well as they can.
Someone abandoned a Chihuahua just outside my workplace on Sunday. My sister found it at 5PM and notified me about it and I told her to wait it out to see if the owner would find it. Four hours later, we closed up shop and walked to where the dog was. It was clearly abused, dehydrated, and wouldn't survive the night.
Due to my respect for all living life, I realized that (even though I dislike Chihuahuas) I was obligated to save the animal.
I dropped a lot of what I was doing (magazine deadlines, and Zetsu costume) in order to help out the dog. He doesn't eat or drink, so I have to feed him and give him water through a straw. He doesn't really move either he stands still and hides in corners.
My goal is to recuperate him enough to where he can be a social animal again. But, like, he was abused to the point of not eating or drinking or really moving--so I don't know if I can.
I named him Calcutta (the place where Mother Teresa ministered to the poor, sick, orphaned, and dying) but call him "Cow" because he looks like a cow.
...Anyway, that was my week. Animal abuse is bullshit.
Devon Jodka passed away. I have one moment with him that is all I can honestly contribute.
About a year ago, Devon disappeared for a while and managed to cause a sort of search group/gossip around the Encinitas crowd seeing if he was alright. Mike Russ told me about him missing and I expressed that I was always fond of him and that he reminded me of myself.
A few days later, I was down at the Barnes and Noble and he just suddenly appeared right next to me. I told him that I heard he went missing and that I was glad he was still here because he was a great part of the group and that I'd miss him is anything happened to him. (I was always kind to him, because for whatever irrational reason, I wish I looked like him when I was his age).
A year later, I find out he passed away. That moment was my way of being able to clearly express how I felt to him if anything happened to him. I'll miss him.
I hope my friends are handling it as well as they can.
For the past few days, I've been waking up at 5 PM. It is a pretty unhealthy situation, if I do say so myself.
I'm over at Jacob's house. He crashed out two hours ago (5 AM), and I tried sleeping, but I just couldn't.
I am currently haunted by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan's "I remember." Also, I decided to try to collect at fifty-nine issues of Dark Horses' "Super Manga Blast", which is technically a comic; so Mathias has officially influenced me to begin collecting a comic series. Though my interest sparked when I picked up an issue of the series and read a chapter of "Shadow Star." (Mukuro Naru Hoshi Tama Taru Ko (????--???? "The Star That Died And the Jewel Of A Girl") The star is fucking adorable and I love it!
"I want you here tonight. I want you here. 'Cause I can't believe what I found. I want you here tonight. I want you here. Nothing is taking me down, down, down...
Except you my love. Except you my love...
And I wanna hear what you have to say about me. Hear if you're gonna live without me. I wanna hear what you want. What the hell do you want?"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF7RTv2xdjY
(I love Lisa Hannigan. It is one of the biggest upsets of this decade that they split up from each other.)
