AAAA! My direct deposit paycheck just got lost/pickpocketted in the street.

Im a little paranoid about this, as I am living in a slightly shady area. Have I opened myself up to a robbery? ew. The only valuables I have to my name are my computer equipment.

Hopefully, my year to date blanace is low enough to make the mythical person targeting me for robbery not bother. Its not that much for 5 months, unless youre making close to minimum wage.

I NEED YOUR HELP!

So, friends list, and people wandering by, help me do some focus research.

If someone made a comic book JUST FOR YOU, what would it be about?
What Genre? What characters? What Mood?

The only restrictions are that it should not be something competing with ten other comics (think zombies)
and shouldnt be characters that someone else owns.


Now I aint gonna steal yer ideas, but Ive got some problems relating to the comic-book-hive-mind
(i only like superhero stories about heroes that are diagnosed insane)

At the same time I think theres untapped audiences in comics. there should, like magazines and blogs, be a comic genre for every age and gender (with disposable income, cough)

In the Too Much Information category, I bought my first pair of boxer briefs today.

I am not a fancy man, and I will admit it took me over 10 years (I think?) of living away from my mama before I even considered boxers. I wore what I was bought, dammit!

but now, I feel like ive discovered a new land. an archipelago between boxer and tighty whitey.

overheard in manhattan: going rate for tooth fairy services~ $5. man, the dollar is in the toilet!


i still miss philly. its like a house you grew up in, and can find your way around even when the power goes out.

heres me in my halloween costume. im an adult. oddly, im wearing this one every day. (halloween kinda sucked. dont tell my sis, but im tired of the predictability of going to her show.)

shoegazing on the L.
but things are looking up.
because,

Time for a new blog, since i cant do anything productive.

grumble. More than anything else in life, I hate looking for a job. I get hung up on obsessivly on writing the cover letter to death, or on finding 100 jobs and applying for none. I need to breathe. I need to stop checking SG every 2 minutes. I need to stop playing my Super Mario emulator.

Unfortunatly, I moved up here with no job because
A. ive got an ever decreasing amount of scratch stored away,
B. whose gonna hire you when you havent moved,
C. I am now portable, with a fancy laptop loaded with apps. did i mention my ipod got pickpocketed? if i got mugged for my precious lappy, id probably crumple and die. and move in with my parents, 17 hours away.
but most importantly,
D. I knew how every day of the next year would play out if i did not.

Posite Thoughts.
Im here. better late than never.
My apartment is mad cheap, for here. a stones throw from what i was paying in philly.
I have a host of new coffee shops to go to.
I didnt move into the loft that just got shutdown by its new owner, leaving about 200+ people instantly homeless.

but i dont feel at home. and wont till im doing something rad.
so how does a town that is comprised of people feeling homesick make you feel at home?


point the fact out that were all from someplace else. this is the pinboard in the Wycoff Starr Cafe.

to show im not a completely gloomy gus, happier pictures!
coney island, from the beach

my street, a nice day
on the other hand, i could get my ipod pickpocketted... like i just did!

meh.

poor. havent had a job. hate looking.
left R2D2 behind.

strange rituals surround me.

and generally farting around. but that cant last.

i woke up before my alarms the last two days... whats up with that?

whenever i think ive got it bad, i just think about the many people who have been higher than i will ever be and are now abandoned and alone, out on the street, just offering warm companionship for another fix.

this post goes out to chairy.
and dogchair, whereever you are.

Im tired of the skull.

skull n crossbones. skull with pirate patch. skull on fire. jimbo jones. lacey skulls caressing your abdomen. skull patterned shoes. skulls with ribbons for the girls. skul skul skul skul skul.

im tired of the death imagery, the tough compensation imagery (with firearms) the worship of the pirate to lend some adventure to your own sad pifitful life.

it bores me, and i have at least three skull shirts as well.


i need an antidote. an antidote to death and toughness. what do you think, baby-skulls? baby heads, ala preston blair? puppy skulls? grinning fetus print shirts? i need it i need the antithesis.

that being said, please do visit http://skulladay.blogspot.com/