Crushing Krisis

Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand

by

Ken Layne‘s blog name would indicate that he’s another ‘netted boy whose life is a crisis in progress, but in reality he’s an actual journalist of some note and repute who still finds stray time to blog information like how the Blue Meanies got $500k from MCA for free, Coca-Cola propaganda that sounds like it’s should be a parody but is real corporate truth, news of super-intellectual racoons in New England, and pictures of rats whose lives are flashing before their eyes. Gotta love it. Consider yourself my new journalism textbook, Ken.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/08/4860534/

by

No matter what room i pick in our new apartment i have a slopey ceiling and a wall all in red brick and mortar. My mother and i were looking at houses the summer after my Junior year in highschool, and every house was a fight. I was insistent on staying within an easy commute of my highschool, and she was insistent on not buying some horrid house just so i could be close to my highschool. There was one last house we looked at before we finally looked at rentals, and it was in this odd mid-suburb that’s actually still a part of philadelphia. It was a compromise… wide flat streets with sidewalks tucked inbetween grass on either side, sagging porch roofs extending out from standalone single and double homes that looked grey and sad. I was bitter and disinterested, because it would be nearly impossible for me to get to school from there, but i remember walking up to the third floor and my mother saying it would be wholly mine and seeing how half the walls were brick and i had my own tiny bathroom and how the ceiling sloped at angles from the top of the roof down to the eaves and thinking … “but, i could live here. this could feel like a home.”


Today the realtor walked down the stairs to leave me be and i stood spinning on the top floor at 44th and Walnut streets thinking “i can live here. this can be home.”

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/08/4859890/

by

I want their job so bad that it hurts. Journalism is nice. Music is great. But the combined thrust of academics and theatrics wrapped up in top of the line internet technology makes being a PuppetMaster the best job on earth. I suppose this means i should be sending out my resume to good old MS, eh?…

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/08/4854776/

by

So, hi, i’m sortof … on the prowl right now. Like, not as though i’m walking the streets checking people out or anything, but i have interest. This is a massive change from approximately a week ago when i wanted to be left wholly alone. Hi, i’m totally bipolar. Meanwhile, in these stupid plays we’re doing, i have to make out in both with the same person. This we had established. However, what we hadn’t established is that the girl i have to suck face with is the emotional carbon copy of Selina, and that our relations are quickly breaking down to the sort of call-and-response deadly bitchiness where Selina and i left off. Seeing as we need chemistry and stuff, this is not the best situation in the entire world.

Tonight i came to the decision that more people need to actively dislike me. A lot of people are very indifferent to me, and a few people have a mild distaste for me, but no one wholly dislikes me and in my own experience that’s a bad sign. Am i so underwhelming that no one has formed a strong opinion on me? In high school i was loud, opinionated, and socially fearless. Now i’m of medium volume, strong preferenced, and socially timid. This whole year should be… interesting.

https://crushingkrisis.com/2001/07/4845231/