Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
In the acquisitions department, one of my favourite people and one of my favourite bloggers have signed up to be a part of the uprush family: Aim and ClosetBoy. If the two of them keep up with their intentions, the overall quality of this domain will have increased dramatically; this is why i am so careful about who i host. I love to be proud of my family. Visit them.
by krisis
So, um, kids, the nominating period for the Bloggie Awards is almost up, and i’m feeling a little insecure. Are you sure you all nominated Trio for best non-blog content, or me for “best unknown blog” or “best new blog.” Don’t you love me? Well… i guess we’ll find out on Friday when the final nominees are announced. In the meantime, go read some more of SBlog2, because they’re talking about measuring their genitalia in pixels, which is pretty low-brow. Always pandering to the lowest common denominator… just like Fox :p
by krisis
Okay, so, after further reading the book comes off like an 18th century blog written by yours truly about his latest obsession. As long as i think of the poor bi-polar lad as a former version of myself it keeps things interesting. Of course, i might have to stop employing that little technique once he gets suicidal…
by krisis
Sweet jesus how i hate classic western literature. i swear… the next book i have to read by a dead white man is gonna get burnt in flaming effigy when i’m thru with it. Between the general ignorance (in all senses of the word) of many works that aren’t as traditional or widely translated and the nearly total exclusion of female authors, i have never enjoyed pre-20th century european lit and probably never will. So, of course, what’s my first class M-W-F? 10am, Masterworks of Western Lit! Aside from the infinitely boring reading (averaging to almost a dreadful book each week, which i don’t really mind), my teacher seems to be quite batty. Two quality comments she made on Monday are as follows:
Bat-Woman – I may not be a math professor, but i can do my share of calculations. You know, i had to tutor all of my children in that sort of thing when they were in school. I was always especially good at fractions and percentiles. My son never understood those. They really pushed those fractions in grade school back then. Do you all know fractions?
Bat Woman – You had “issues” scheduling the class? Young people have such an interesting way of using the word “issues” nowadays. I don’t think it’s supposed to mean “intangibly unidentifiable problem that i can’t quantify but is certainly very present.” I could be wrong, though…
She actually doesn’t come off as especially old or patronizing – instead it’s more like quaint and whimsical. She actually managed to hold my attention the whole class, even while i was searching my backpack for something i could use to light my copy of the sorrows of young werther on fire with. Someone said he felt the book (a collection of semi-fictional letters from a “indolent and insufferably well-read” young man who’s obsessed with a remarkable young lady) read a lot like a personal webpage and i managed to LOL heartily before cringing when i realized how right he was. Dear god, please tell me i’m more interesting of a sap than young Werther. … ugh.
by krisis
You might point out with an ironic tinge to your tone that i pour out my heart here, and that’s why i feel so lacking in the rest of my life, but most of what i say here is the sort of thing you find out in the first ten minutes of conversation with me every day. I’m sorta just here… no awful inner conflicts or anything, just standing here. I almost want to feel the piercing pain of my broken bone again just to remind me what the difference is between hurt and happy, and so i have something to talk about. Feel free to point that out to me the next time i bitch about getting hurt…