Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
I want an Uma Thurman action figure.
Also, next time i hear someone brag about how they used a computer to animate an “impossible-to-shoot fight sequence,” i will refer them to my Uma Thurman action figure.
I wonder if they come in lifesized models…
by krisis
I used to read RiotHero a long time ago. He was the 16-year-old counter-revolutionary literarily-informed experimental-adolescent hot shit of the 2000 blogging scene. Something must have happened, though, because his site eventually disappeared off the face of the internet. Another on bites the dust, i thought, not caring to much beyond that. Well, surprise surprise, while surfing through some ancient CK this morning i inadvertently clicked on a RiotHero link only to find his website back, with him a meager two entries into his college experience. I am not sure how closely i’ll be following it, but i do have to say “Welcome Back, Mark!,” as he was one of the first high calibre bloggers i ever took pleasure in reading.
(If you’re looking for a more actively updated “transition to college” blog by a comparably interesting boy, you really ought to be reading Uprush hostee Tony’s Oregon Trail, which makes me wish i had kept a log during my freshman year.)
In other back from the dead news, note that Dave has brought Acerbia back with another nifty layout and snarky yet accessible blogging (start here for new content), as well as adding (well, not directly) the highly readable site of his other half, Pixel Diva to the mix. Officially my new favorite house of bloggers. But, lest my post end there, Dave actually moves within the oh-so-jealously-inducing group of Brit Bloggers, which apparently includes immediate members of Meg Pickard’s family. Meg is the blogger behind the site that inspired CK, Not So Soft, which i was dismayed to find had disappeared from the face of the internet. Thankfully, and in keeping with the theme of this post, it too has been reborn as Meish.
You know, once i get over this aimless lack of responsibility i’m not going to have any time to read all these good blogs.
by krisis
I can’t remember the last time i had an entire week off. I cannot even fathom the last time it happened… before i started doing internships, and before i started working at the coffee shop, but sometime after high school ended. There is a three or four week window in there somewhere, and that is the last time i truly had a week off..
Last week my obligations, as if in cahoots with each other, all cancelled each other out. Between last Tuesday and this Monday i had a single class and worked for three hours, but for all intents and purposes i was off — with no responsibilities other than to myself. I hardly knew what to do with myself at the time, but i fell into a sort of rhythm: waking up a little late, doing something i had been meaning to do for months, playing guitar, running an errand, et cetera. Nothing of substance, just the things i would find the time to fit in if time were more hours in a day.
I know people who have worked every week of their adult life in order to support themselves. They impress me; even if i wanted to be i am not quite that independent. I also know a lot of people who have somehow managed to shirk all responsibilities altogether, and spend a lot of time achieving nothing. I’m not sure if they impress me, but i am amazed by them, because i do not know how not to achieve anything. Even with my dead week i still recorded three new songs, and read six books. Numbers. Events. Achievements.
Now that i am back to a normal week, i am suddenly unsure of how a “day” works, or what i am supposed to achieve within its restraints. My responsibilities are back, but i am unsure of what to do with them. Today i have actual classes and responsibilities looming, and i can’t even seem to set foot out of my room. And, if i were to escape it, i’m not sure what i’d even do afterwards.
Do i have a volunteer to go to Ethics for me while i work this all out?