I should show myself the bigger man, but I didn’t see the other guy.
He could be a right fat-ass.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 155 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: Cyber Force 1-4
Music: In Time - The Donnie Darko Edition, R.E.M. (I don't know where this came from and I can find no reference online... fan made?)The streets have big puddles. You came down the left/centre, on the far side from where my little rat terrier was pooping.
Suddenly, you veered right and soaked my beautiful baby pup, on a day where the temperature is below zero.
I don’t know if you heard or saw me as I flipped you off and called you a motherfucker, but don’t worry.
I’ve seen your car in the neighbourhood plenty of times, and I walk my dog every day.
We will find where you’re parked and when we do…
All I’m saying is sometimes those poop bags are pretty flimsy. Things happen.
Shrug.
Motherfucker.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 1101 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: The Last Shadowhawk 1
Music: In Through The Out Door, Led ZeppelinOff to Wolfhead for the great chili cookoff.
We’ve got to bring at least one dog with us (not ours), because leaving her at home is asking for destruction and a possible heart attack brought on by separation anxiety.
She’s a cute girl, but man, needy.
Of course, she’s curled up on my lap, happy as a clam, right now, and it’s very sweet, so no complaints.
Also, why are clams so happy?
Beyond the obvious double entendres regarding cunnilingus, which certainly makes me happy.
But a clam itself?
What’s up with that?
Target: 1100 words
Written: 128 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: You Are Here, Chris Hadfield
Comics: Shadowhawk v6 2-5
Music: In The Valleys Of Our Hearts, The Long Lots (locals, check 'em out, they're terrific, especially live)We all have them, whether it’s a kiss with that cute boy, climbing Everest, kicking the shit out of a political figure who badly needs it, or just a quiet Sunday morning with a cup of tea and a danish.
There’s nothing wrong with them.
It’s nice to have the simulation; it just shouldn’t stop us from making it a reality.
Go ahead. Enjoy your lurid fantasies; just don’t harm anyone in their pursuit (except maybe that particular political figure, and maybe you ought to run out all of your peaceful resistance options first).
Violence is never cool.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 103 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson
Comics: Shadowhawk v5 10-13
Music: In The City, The JamIt makes a good plot device, and in real life, is entirely unavoidable. As much as we’d like to eliminate conflict, the best I think we can do is minimize its impact on us, which means learning how best to handle it.
I’m filled with conflict these days – my desire to fight oppression, my desire to avoid people who suck, my own internal resistance to doing what it will take to actually take all these thoughts and dreams in my head and start shaping the world to them, instead of the other way around.
Then again, the Tao teaches doing-not-doing, so forcing the world into a shape it cannot be may be counterproductive.
Would that those would not listen break, and find the plugs in their mind falling free.
Would that we all fall free.
Would that we all love.
Would that, would that.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 1733 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Proof Of Collusion, Seth Abramson
Comics: Shadownhawk 0, Shadowhawk v4 13-15
Music: In God We Trust, Dead KennedysThis blog cannot be a vent for whatever my personal random shit is that day.
It’s meant to connect, to put out into the world what I want to say, to be honest about myself.
This ain’t the Mungk no more.
The Mungk was fatalism; bemoaning the state of the world was par for the course.
Now that I’m into Bad Neighbours and spending my days thinking about the nature of conflict, consequences and the lack thereof, this will have to get more intellectual.
More “into it”, as the kids say.
I don’t hold controversial views; I believe in peace, cooperation, and respect for our fellow beings.
At least, that shouldn’t be controversial.
These days, though, petting a puppy is considered evil by someone, and that someone is almost definitely MAGA.
Here’s another view that shouldn’t be controversial.
MAGA is bad. Fascism is bad. Bigotry is bad. Corruption is bad. Trump and Elon are bad. All Republicans should be removed from power at the earliest possible opportunity.
These are things that should not be controversial.
But then again, if they were actually considered as they are, we’d never have been in this position in the first place.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 180 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Proof Of Collusion, Seth Abramson
Comics: Shadowhawk v3 3-4, Shadowhawk Gallery 1, Shadowhawk v4 12 (yes, that's correct; in the original numbering, they decided to make it an ongoing, folding in the first three miniseries, eleven issues' worth)
Music: In Bloom, NirvanaI finally feel a little liberated. I honestly never gave a shit about football, but like many of us, I trudged out to some kind of Superbowl party every year, to watch two teams I did not care nor know anything about battle it out.
I used to say it was for the commercials, but I only buy experiences and not stuff now (at least, as much as possible – I still have to clothe myself, wash dishes, that sort of thing), so I don’t really give a fuck. Functional or experiential, not collectible.
Most commercials are shit anyway, trying way too hard. Wazzup wasn’t that funny.
Plus, the orange menace was going to be there, because, of course, he fucking was, and the less I see of that absolute piece of garbage, the better.
The half-time show is occasionally interesting, but I lost interest after they forced the Red Hot Chili Peppers to lip sync. I have seen anyone I actually cared to see since Tom Petty.
(Scratch that, the year with Eminem was pretty good).
So, yeah, I did what’s now become our new tradition and a much more enjoyable one – the Puppy Bowl followed by a movie.
A glass of wine.
Maybe a shot of cream liqueur, because we fancy.
Or some shit.
Anyway, enjoy your sport named after another sport that doesn’t have anything to do with the original sport and has very little to do with feet connecting with balls, making it aptly misnamed.
America. You’re so predictably boring, and your favourite sport?
It’s tedious as all get-out.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 108 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Personal MBA, Josh Kaufman
Comics: Images Of Shadowhawk 2-3, Shadowhawk v3 1-2
Music: In Between Evolution, The Tragically Hip (feels like where we are now, on the cusp of an evolutionary leap, or complete destruction.)It’s been a tough week. It probably sounds like whining (and it is, to an extent, because I’m not the one with the broken wrist), but man, picking up the slack this week has thrown me right off.
Our chores are usually split; adding three-quarters of what someone else does to maintain our daily lives on top of an already decent load?
It’s a lot.
It does make you appreciate what the other person does, I’ll tell you that.
Free time is over, at least for the next few weeks.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 259 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Personal MBA, Josh Kaufman
Comics: Batman/The Maxx: Arkham Dreams 2-5
Music: In 3-D, Weird Al Yankovic (anyone else see that movie? Fucking brilliant - I adore both Weird Al and Daniel Radcliffe)I took Monday off after my wife broke her wrist, but the rest of this week has been… a trial.
At best.
Fuck me.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 176 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Natural Navigator, Tristan Gooley
Comics: Altered Image 2-3, The Maxx 35, Batman/The Maxx: Arkham Dreams 1
Music: Imagine (The Ultimate Collection), John Lennon (imagine I had a better life, a better outlook, more skill, the whole package)Fuck it. Fuck it like it’s some kind of hole.
Because it is.
A fucking pit.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 1056 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Natural Navigator, Tristan Gooley
Comics: Friends Of Maxx 3, The Maxx 29-31
Music: I'm With You, Red Hot Chili Peppers