UGHH!

I have blazed my system with enough alcohol and fun stuff to kill a healthy, russian child. It is all in the name of life and art.

I have less than two weeks to finish 200 pages of a book for a scholarship, where people will tell me how great I am and throw money at me. Currently, I am on page 2.

Send me your energy, send me your thoughts. Let me feed on the orphaned ideas, giving them a purpose, cloaking them with warmth, and home.

Be a lot better without a hangover.

TIME IS HERE

Literature saved my life.

Not just the classics of Dickens, Whitman, and Emmerson, but also the modern legends like Moorcock, and others I don't know because to me he's the best. Greg Rucka is in my personal modern favorite right now.

It wasn't just novels either. Comics helped me. They unlocked a thirst for science, art, and writing that stayed dormant.

I love it all. I want to write. That is all I want to do; to write and be the best at it, if not in anyone elses eyes other than my own. If I can write something that I like, that's fine with me, because I loathe whatever I write.

I want to know science, law, art, and whatever the world has to offer, I want it inside my head.

People don't need to know my name, I just hope they know what I know.

I have known

I lost the train of thought, leading me to what I wished to convey, but the spirit of the idea still resides within me.

There is much to be forgotten, just as there is much to be learned, but like Law and Chaos, (Thanx, Mr. Moorcock) there would be no expectance, no waiting, no excitement, and that would truly be boring.

What happens when world peace occurs?

You get a dozen nations constructing nuclear arms to determine who will reign.

Then, our crazy ass prez pushes the button.

Goodbye to Mitch

Sadly, I discovered that one of the funniest comedians in years passed away.

Mitch Hedberg was, simply Mitch. He didn't try to be anything more than who he was. And the man was funny.

R.I.P. Mitch.