also

It’s a fact that I’m not technically allowed to watch Bruce Lee movies, in that I get kind of hyped up and destroy college apartments.

But damn, man. So good. He beat up Jackie Chan and broke Chuck Norris’ neck (Chuck, who had a good thing going until he came out MAGA and now, no one thinks he’s invincible; he’s just another asshole).

Anyway, I should probably clean this mess up.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1699 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Sloppy Seconds, Tucker Max (somehow even stupider than the other ones)
Comics: Tomb Raider v2 18, Lara Croft And The Frozen Omen 1-3
Music: War, U2

you know what really bothers me

At the end of Fist Of Fury, Bruce Lee jumps toward the police, doing his classic kick pose. The screen freezes and fades to black, and we hear the police shooting, sending the suggestion that he’s committed suicide by cop.

However, there is a whole gang of people standing only about twenty feet behind him. His girl, the other students of the schools, the Japanese consul. All those people are directly in the line of fire. No doubt he thought he was being selfless in his sacrifice, or maybe it was straight hubris, but it’s pretty well a guarantee that at least a couple of the people beside him, the woman he loves, a major diplomat, got shot, possibly fatally.

Jerk move, Bruce Lee. Jerk move.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 787 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Sloppy Seconds, Tucker Max (why do I do this, again?)
Comics: Tomb Raider v2 14-17
Music: Walls And Bridges, John Lennon

rounding down

I honestly don’t know where to go from here. The situation in the States gets worse and worse; they don’t even pretend to care about reality or facts anymore. They just spout lies.

How long before they just start murdering their opponents? I mean, Virginia Guiffre did not die of suicide – that’s bullshit.

They’re already doing it. The question is, how long before they just fake some charges and start doing it against the people they really want to do it to – senators and governors and journalists and such.

Someone hide AOC.

You know it’s where they’re headed – there will be no election in 2026. Not if they can help it.

You know if there is, and it’s not just a total scam, they’d get blown right the fuck out of office.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1086 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Sloppy Seconds, Tucker Max (nascent right wing culture, right here)
Comics: Tomb Raider v2 6-9
Music: Walk On The Wild Side: The Best Of Lou Reed, Lou fuckin' Reed

sunshine and puppies

And beer. The local Barks ‘n’ Brew, always for a good cause, and a good time.

Beats yardwork, which is all I did this morning, after editing. I could use the break.

Every day seems more than a marathon. It’s a car chase, a manic Daniel Radcliffe running around with guns taped to his hands, a sprint with obstacles that goes the full half-circuit.

I’m way too out of shape for it.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1347 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: SNAFU, Ed Helms
Comics: Tomb Raider v2 2-5
Music: Walk Among Us, The Misfits

almost, but not quite

Thought I’d be caught up by now, but nope.

Too much doomscrolling.

Motherfuckers. Stop being so doomsy.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1013 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: SNAFU, Ed Helms
Comics: Monster War 4, Tomb Raider: The Greatest Treasure Of All 1, Tomb Raider: The Beginning 1, Tomb Raider v2 1
Music: Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day (please)

shocker

The shooter’s not a lefty. He’s a right wing nut for whom the man who wants to stone gays and take away women’s right to vote isn’t extreme enough.

Shocker. Colour me shocked.

And yet, still, MAGA rages on, vowing war and retaliation against the left, who, once again, had nothing to do with the violence.

That is, as it has been and will continue to be, exclusive to the realm of fascists and bigots.

AKA – the modern right wing.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1402 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Carpet People, Terry Pratchett
Comics: Tomb Raider 50, Monster War 1-3
Music: Waiting For Herb, The Pogues

charlie kirk

Let’s be clear: political violence, and indeed, violence of any kind, is not okay.

But let’s not do the thing we always fucking do when someone dies and pretend like they weren’t a complete asshole. This man actively spoke against the rights (and lives) of gays, trans people, women, blacks and various other minorities, often in hateful, violent terminology.

All you really need to know about the guy is that he thought gays should be stoned and it was fine if toddlers died in school shootings because it meant he got to keep his guns.

So, no, I’ll decry violence to the end of days, but I will not shed a single fucking tear for a man who believed the murder of toddlers was fair game, and that empathy was something to be exterminated.

And don’t pretend, right wingers, like you’re on the higher path here: you did nothing when children were shot, you mocked Democrats who were shot or beaten, made fun of George Floyd and Paul Pelosi, and were upset that the kidnapping of Gretchen Whitmer was stopped before it happened.

You cheer concentration camps and openly assert it’s right and good for people to die of preventable diseases. You laud Donald Trump’s violent, divisive, bigoted rhetoric and are fine with the U.S military blowing up a boat of people without warning or due process, even when they had no actual idea who was on it.

So, yeah, spare me your false equivalence.

If you despise political violence, you do it across the spectrum, as I do – and I’ll say it again – the shooting of Charlie Kirk, no matter what he was, is not okay. If you only care about it when it’s some guy you only just realized existed because Donald Trump somehow broke the news before the rest of the world knew?

Well, then fuck you and your disingenuous sanctimony.

It doesn’t serve you, or this world, unless your only aim is more, not less, violence.

As long as it’s against the people you hate, right?

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1555 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Carpet People, Terry Pratchett
Comics: Tomb Raider 46-49
Music: Eye Of The Tiger, Survivor

three down

That’s it. The villain has been shanked, the prison’s a riot, the mayor’s fled the country.

All of this will make sense.

None of it will make sense, because it is about nonsense.

Our current nonsense.

LET THEM EAT LAW.

(Sorry, don’t know why I went all Dredd there for a minute – speaking of which, who saw the Karl Urban version? Fuckin’ terrific! I love Lena Headey! Something tells me she’s one of these people who plays an incredible villain, but is an absolute sweetheart in real life. Or so I hope. I honestly hope everyone is sweet in real life.)

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1408 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Time Machine, H.G. Wells (better than I remember, but I'm still icked by the classism)
Comics: Tomb Raider 43-45, Tomb Raider: Arabian Nights 1
Music: Extras: A Collection Of Rarities, The Jam

a few last notes

And then tomorrow, I’m done with the third draft, until the fourth draft.

And the fifth, sixth, seventh… The Mungk had thirteen total.

Hopefully, this ain’t that.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 260 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Time Machine, H.G. Wells
Comics: Tomb Raider 39-42
Music: Extraordinary Machine, Fiona Apple (is she brilliant or what?)