Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
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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Also, if you thought the b-day was going to be some sort of wild posting extravaganza, you were mistaken because Blogger decided to have it’s weekly day on non-function today. Are we surprised? But, no hard feelings, as i’ve still got to get all sorts of other things live in the background. And back to work i go.
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If you thought the b-day was going to be some sort of wild posting extravaganza, you were mistaken. Feel free to read the first day if you’re looking for tons of content. There’s content nearly every day; birthdays are for special gifts. I’ll have a complete linked list of birthday features up as soon as i’m done my search & remove function on “crush.uprush.org” ;)
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Sleepy-time in krisis-land. We’re less than 24-hours to the big anniversary extravaganza. I keep talking about it, but, honestly, nothing amazing’s going to happen. I mean, i’ve already redone the layout for the summer, and did an all day song marathon, and wrote essay-length posts about identity, and appeared in the nude. So, honestly, the few things i’m cobbling together for the celebration are just about all that’s left to do at this point. And, damnit, it’s 4am and i need to be up and in the office by nine thirty, so i’m not taking the time to link to all of those things right now. Especially not the last one. That’s for me to know and for you to unsuspectingly stumble upon ;-)
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I don’t mention this very much, but i’ve been a poster at Disturbing Search Requests for quite a while now … definitely since before it became a big Bloggie-winning meme, and just long enough that i don’t reflexively check my google referrals for amusing search strings. However, i just made two back-to-back posts of recent odd referrals from my last 30 hits. I think DSR can occasionally be rather dull because you don’t have the consistency of commentary like you do with a single-author page like the aforementioned In Passing; some people take their comment seriously, and some just drop by to attract some hits. While it is my opinion that Meg is the unparalleled all-time queen of the witty DSR post, i pride myself in being a little witty about my comments. Somehow i wound up as one of the top 10 requests of all time along the way (though, that’s probably more likely an attribute of luridly sexual request than my witticisms about naked girls and barnyard animals). But, anyhow, there’s something else to distract you if you’re still as awake as i am.
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My mother can be very amusing when not taken in large amounts, but if you introduce any sort of negative energy in between us it just bounces back and forth and eventually we’re just like an amplifier overloading with feedback and blowing out. But, the inbetween bits are more side-splitting than ear-spitting.
Specifically, there was the two of us sitting on the floor in front of our stereo singing the harmony to “Band on the Run” (even though she’s been a snob about Wings for as long as i can remember) (and, also, us doing the flip-out vocals to “Oh, Darling” later in the car because, yes, we are Paul McCartney addicts), my showing her how to operate the self-checkout lane in Superfresh (and saying “Okay, rolls, *dramatic pause* this is where it gets a little complicated”), watching her trying to coax my cat out from under my bed because he forgets who i am (“It’s Peter, the one who used to squeeze you and chase you and torment you a lot. You remember him, don’t you?” “We’re trying to get him to come out, mom.”), her shocked (and amusing) exclamation of “And exactly how am i supposed to make breaded eggplant parmigiana without eggs?” when i asked if we could have Rabi over to eat something credibly Italian, and especially this introductory exchange:
Peter – [incredulously] When did you get so… blonde?
Mom – [blithely] And your hair is so dark! And curly! Did you dye it?
Peter – [sweetly] Nice to see that you’ve managed to forget what i look like while you were down the shore for two months. Did you at least bring me back some salt water taffy?