Do anyone else miss ease?
Just, fucking easy?
Right?
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1674 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Magician's Gambit, David Eddings
Comics: Youngblood Battlezone 2, Bloodstrike 12-13, Team Youngblood 13
Music: White Light/White Heat, The Velvet UndergroundI’m just stupid and exhausted.
So, in that sense, I’m a lazy, dumb person, which is pretty well equivalent.
At least, if you’re a MAGA, it is.
Slam, bitches. Thank goodness I’m not.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1516 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Magician's Gambit, David Eddings
Comics: Youngblood 7, Team Youngblood 11, Brigade v2 11, Troll II 1
Music: White Crosses, Against Me! (one of the truly great modern punk albums)I’m fairly certain the answer is… yes. It’s complicated. Sometimes. Mostly not.
But probably some.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1198 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Dead To The World, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Youngblood 6, Team Youngblood 10, Brigade v2 10, Bloodstrike 11
Music: White Chalk, PJ HarveyTime, it slips away so easily. One minute, you’ve got it all.
Then…
Like Keyser Soze, it’s gone.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1181 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Dead To The World, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Brigade v2 9, Bloodstrike 10, 25, Team Youngblood 9
Music: White Blood Cells, The White StripesMy daughter just turned on How It’s Made, and it’s about making a fur coat.
This shit is disgusting. Food for sustenance is one thing; we have things that work better than fur now.
What a fucking disgrace.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1505 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Dead To The World, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Team Youngblood 7-8, Brigade v2 8, Bloodstrike 9
Music: Whiskey On A Sunday, Flogging MollyEverywhere. Every system.
What will come of the wreckage?
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1205 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Dead To The World, Charlaine Harris
Comics: Team Youngblood 5-6, Bloodstrike 8, Brigade v2 7
Music: Whip-Smart, Liz PhairYou know when you want to do a good job at something, like the idea’s good, but the execution just ain’t there?
That’s me and these last couple of scenes.
I was killing it, and then…
I wasn’t.
Fuck.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1185 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: When Charlie McButton Lost Power, Suzanne Collins
Comics: Brigade v2 6, Team Youngblood 4, Troll 1, Bloodstrike 7
Music: While You Were Out, Soul AsylumIt can be very difficult to get in the head of someone who thinks so much differently than yourself.
Sometimes, it’s worse when it’s someone with whom you should identify, but who you’ve written as having one particular characteristic that’s utterly opposite to your own.
Like, say, a highly liberal man who finds sex disgusting.
Versus, say, me, also quite liberal, but lacks many boundaries. There are no off-limit topics to me.
I have boundaries, but I refuse to censor my life; I may not like the horrors (and perceived horrors which aren’t actually horrors) of the modern world, but I’ll not ignore their reality.
It’s hard for those of us who have spent a lifetime being comfortable wallowing in the dirt to relate to Howard Hughes.
Fear of dirt is as great a fear as any, and if what we all suspect is coming (Trump’s apocalypse) actually comes, well, then, we all better get a lot more used to it.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1460 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Born For This, Chris Guillebeau (I want to like the guy, but there's something just... missing in his style. It's 'non-conformist', but in the most vanilla manner possible, at least in presentation, which makes even his good ideas a bland read. Plus, it gets a bit repetitive; how many examples can you give without concrete directions or concepts that go beyond the barest of bones, borderlining platitude? Ugh, some colour, some fire, man. I wonder if he regrets using Thiel and Musk as examples, the way I would hope Tony Robbins regrets using just about everyone he's used, particularly Donald Trump.)
Comics: Bloodstrike 5-6, Brigade v2 5, Team Youngblood 3
Music: Which Side Are You On?, Anti-FlagI would like to reconcile a lot of things; the question is, how?
Our pasts, personal and ancestral are littered with misdoings and tragedies.
How do we move on? Will we ever reach a point where we can be forgiven?
I’m not sure how to answer that. On one hand, I don’t want to spend my life feeling guilty for things I haven’t personally done, or heartbroken because of the sins of a world past my control.
On the other hand, we can’t just ignore it.
We have to level the playing field, I think.
No more classes; no more bigotry.
When that’s gone, I guess we can lose the last vestiges of shame and guilt and move on to joy and union.
So, a few million years ought to suffice. Where there are people, there will be abuse.
I think the trick is not to blanket the earth in order to deny the sun to the weeds.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1238 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Born For This, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: Image 0, Brigade v2 4, Team Youngblood 2, Bloodstrike 4
Music: Where You Been, Dinosaur Jr.I mean, I’m working harder than ever, and tomorrow’s a holiday, so we can sit and think about what we’ve done, which admittedly, is a weird reason for a holiday, and I’m not sure it’s tangible help to native communities, but here we are.
It’s probably better to ask them than me, but I suspect the answer is that we’re not doing enough to reconcile the sins of past with creating a better future for the indigenous.
In any case, not to make light, but I’ve spent the last fifty minutes trying to have a character explain why he’s still consider liberal if he’s opposed to butt stuff.
It’s a hygiene thing, not a commentary on homosexuality.
(The character, not me. You get your freak on, boys and girls. As long as it’s consensual and doesn’t involve children, animals or those not capable of making that decision, then you get on getting on.)
Anyway, life’s weird and horrible things that require solemnity often overlap with the absurd.
I think we’d die if we had to take it all so seriously (which ironically, sums out how we got to our current edge-of-Armageddon political apocalypse). We all got too sensitive, hunkered down, doubled down, doubled down again and instead of letting shit go a little and talking it out, we’re about to have a civil war a hundred kilometres or so to the south of us.
Lighten up, jerks. Drop the militants, and get back to using your words.
Target: 1300 words
Written: 1249 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Born For This, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: Brigade v2 0, 3, Team Youngblood 1, Bloodstrike 4
Music: Where The Fuck Is The Revolution?, Closet Monster