Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

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Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.

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Have you ever wished that your tongue had a point on it so that you could pick your own teeth and scrape peanut butter from the roof of your mouth?

Me neither.

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The nasty local “80’s, 90’s, and 70’s” radio station just redeemed itself by playing Billy Joel, David Bowie, and Melissa Etheridge in a row. Not only are all three good artists, but the songs they played weren’t the most obviously choices for radio, which makes me even happier. They were “Just a Fantasy” (my favourite Billy Joel song), “Changes,” and “Like I Do.” Eww… but the song that’s on now is some 80’s Stevie Nicks song where she sounds half dead and drunk. The synthesizers really help, tho…

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So, “crushing krisis” might be less than gripping today, but that’s only because i have work and then am going straight to the Weezer concert! Yes, i had a reason to talk about Weezer in random posts all weekend. Ah, but the question of the day is this: Elastica and Joan Osborne are coming to the same tiny venu in the same week of October. Which one do i see???

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All good things end.

My beautiful high school, the best in the state, home of liberal thought and a diverse student body. It’s been reduced to any other school you might randomly walk past on the street. Metal Detectors. Uniforms. Loss of AP classes. This was the best public school in the city and state for years running. It really makes me realize that i’m a different person now, since the place where i really grew up is nothing like i remember it already. There are students… there are seniors there right now who never got to have class with some of my favourite teachers. Faculty members who have passed away and were celebrated by their former students every year are now just names on the wind. And after the class of 2001 graduates, i don’t think anyone will know who i am. I’m just another random alumni who sometimes comes back to visit his teachers (since i won’t know any more students).

I think i might cry.