Month: August 2024

weird

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I had to get up with Sofi in the storm last night and given that I didn’t want her getting stuck under the bed again, I brought her downstairs, where I proceeded to have my best sleep in a week.

On the couch.

What the actual fuck?

What’s wrong with me?

Is the exhaustion so palpable that I could have slept on a pile of jagged rocks?

A bed of knives?

A lava bed?

(A waterbed with lava, for the uneducated).

I’m sorry. That was rude and unnecessary. In terms of the grand scheme of things, we’re all uneducated.

Target: 800 words
Written: 914 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Grimm Bros (finally, fucking finally - not as bad as Hans, but still.  Pretty bad.)
Comics: Untold Tales Of I Hate Fairyland 3-6
Music: Unknown Pleasures, Interpol

what’s not to love

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Other than Donald Trump, Vladimir Putin and all their little minions, the villionaires (thank you, Skottie Young for that phrase) ruining the planet and demonstrably making worse the lives of billions of people?

Other than them?

Other than those assholes?

Villainaires? It’s such a good term. We just have to decide on one. It screams [title of book], doesn’t it?

I’ll just go ahead and trademark that right now, then?

Target: 800 words
Written: 583 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, by This Shit Is Taking Forever
Comics: Image! 11, I Hate Fairyland v2 5, Untold Tales Of I Hate Fairyland 1-2
Music: Oh, Fuck, Even More Bootleg Rolling Stones Live Shit, The Rolling Stones

bill hicks

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A classic. Would have been cancelled in about three seconds these days.

People just won’t put up with yelling, “I’m a drunk cunt!” at hecklers interrupting shows anymore.

Kids these days, am I right?

Target: 800 words
Written: 806 words

Read: The Complete Grimm's Fairy Tales, Brothers Grimm
Comics: I Hate Fairyland v2 2-4, Image! 10
Music: Live Somewhere Probably, The Clash

off the wagon

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Not in the alcoholic, drug way, but in the fuck me, I can’t get a thing done way.

Exhaustion is in; focus is out.

Universe, save me from myself. Save me from trials and tribulations.

Save me.

Save me.

Save me.

If you can’t tell, I’m working on a motif.

Target: 800 words
Written: 1371 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Grimmies
Comics: Image! 7-9, I Hate Fairyland v2 1
Music: Unknown Live Things, Sonic Youth

storm’s a-coming

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Picture that in Jasper’s voice from The Simpsons. There’s a big one coming tonight, which means no sleep again when Sofi loses her shit.

I need sleep. Desperately.

I’m so tired.

So tired of everything. And everyone.

Target: 800 words
Written: 559 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Grimms
Comics: Twig 4-5, Image! 5-6
Music: Live Things, Rolling Stones (so much Stones)

brian wilson

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Possibly the most brilliant song ever written.

Let that sink in.

There’s unexpected depth there, in addition to being very catchy. The interplay between the upset, relatively mindless work of the Beach Boys and the severe depression and mental illness of Brian Wilson?

Captured in song?

Brilliant.

Good Canadian Boys as well.

We love them.

Target: 800 words
Written: 660 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Grimms
Comics: Twig 2-3, Image! 3-4
Music: Live Things I Found On My Computer, Red Hot Chili Peppers

porch morning

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The last couple of days have been nice. Sunlight filtering in through the spider plants and and aloe, turning Mazy’s hair even more golden, somehow. It’s nice in the silence.

Then, of course, other people, dogs barking, cats freaking out and an inability to reach my coffee.

Still, all things considered… this or a war zone, it’s no contest.

I am not bereft of peace.

Target: 800 words
Written: 621 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Bros Grimm
Comics: The Me You Love In The Dark 5, Image! 1-2, Twig 1
Music: Live!  The Ramones!  Woo!

ride on

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I’m not ready for the forgiveness conversation. Not yet. I know what I want to say, up in the head, but for now, suffice it to say that a better slogan would be this:

Don’t ask permission; don’t need forgiveness.

Show us you’ve thought about the consequences of your actions. Show us you’ve thought about the people and world around you. And if the gatekeepers are still unfair, still blocking creation, still blocking joy or sustenance or the application of basic human decency, well, then, fuck ’em.

Fuck ’em all.

Target: 800 words
Written: 1633 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Grimm's Fairy Tales, Brothers Grimm
Comics: The Me You Love In The Dark 1-4
Music: Even More Live Crap I Have Lying Around, Pearl Jam

friday, finally

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This weekend, we’ll dive deeper on the whole “ask forgiveness, not permission” thing, but for now, today, it’s migraine o’clock with a full work day ahead of me.

The seventh draft begins, like a seventh seal broken, and things can only go down from here.

Target: 800 words
Written: 259 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: Tao Te Ching (Ursula Leguin edition)
Comics: Middlewest 15-18
Music: Live Things, Nirvana

ask forgiveness, fuck you

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I mean, that’s the gist of that phrase, right?

Its origins are obviously in the idea that certain people or organizations act as gatekeepers and therefore, the way to be successful in that field without these fucking creation cops is to just do it anyway and ask forgiveness after it works out.

The problem, like most other platitudes, is that it’s been co-opted (sort of) to become something worse.

Allow me to explain.

Not bothering to ask for permission has been adopted by the extortionists masquerading as capitalists and fascists masquerading as politicians – do whatever the fuck you want and if someone complains, well, then, they must be a whiner or a gatekeeper.

We’ve forgotten the ask forgiveness part.

We’re just doing whatever, fuck permission, and fuck you.

There’s more, much more to be said on that, but I went full marathon today and my brain is D-E-A-D.

Tomorrow, maybe.

Target: 800 words
Written: 2814 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King (so classic, but I'm a little irritated my Kindle copy updated and all the extras somehow disappeared - not what I fucking paid for, Amazon)
Comics: Middlewest 11-14
Music: Live Shit, Local FUCKING H (talk about bands that bring it live)