wado

We try to swallow the sea in a single gulp to quench our being and inevitably fail to consider a place within ourselves for the tiny sips that sate, and we pour out the cup that's been filled with our humanity, wrung from the fruits of gesture, glance, and word, from conversations and infrequently attained moments still and silent in which the breath alone keeps...
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The problem with novels is they do not write themselves the fucking wanky bastards. Thankfully house-sitting for people offers solitude and seclusion. Good times to come!

This is the part of the blog where I post a link to a column by a writer I'm a fan of where he talks about his comic con NY 2008 experience, and he comes right out and tells you that I am a fan of his, which is true as you know since I have just mentioned this. Here:

http://www.comicsbulletin.com/hoaw/

There is a black hole in my sinuses, a small one, but only through sheer force of will does my head not explode. Working from home today means I get to work on my webcomic. Go about your day, but go about resolutely, don't half-ass it.

And even Neil Gaiman worries about teaching, and he's just a writer. I have a teaching degree, so what...
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Chep Changer's Poor Impulse Control

My new blog, featuring my new comic, starring myself, and my alter ego. It's not about me, it about my.

Chep Changer is everything I am not, curly haired, mulleted, mustached, jean short and sandal wearing. Plus he walks around in goggles. Should be good for a lark. It will feature guest appearances by my family, my other comic creations,...
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Odley hodely doodly, sometimes you're in it and sometimes you're out, and the rest of the time you're stumbling along trying not to trip over your own damn feet. Not wearing shoes helps, but its new york, and that option requires a natural immunity to tetanus, which is difficult to test for, but the collection of nails found in the gutter is growing and we...
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Maybe it was the ocean, or by extension the notion that there were locales other than a cold and drafty apartment and within them existed the possibility of being in the elsewheres, but I couldn't sleep tonight and I still cannot. If you are asleep and anywhere near New York City, then you are missing a tremendous windstorm. It sounds the way an earthquake should...
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A day of confluence no? A coming together day. Gravity, terminal velocity coming together. Head on collision coming together. Lots of time spent in the appreciation of sorrow, the good sorrow. The good way being sorrow's path to compassion, the movement away from hollow, blissful ignorance. Unearned, undeserved happiness with no connection to anything outside of itself. The sorrow that lets us know what happiness...
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Thisis an extremely cool website, which is actually a scultureblog, and therefore the best thing I have seen since In Bruges.

Said film is of course brilliant, and every bit of time I spend thinking about it makes me humbled as a lowly, worthless writer. Martin McDonagh (said film's writer director) wrote 7 plays in 9 months at the age of 23, and then...
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Man, I am typo-rific in that last post. Holy shit. Someone my stuttering translates itself into typing. Fuckall.

What the fuck is with me and typing. Just deleted everything I wrote. Fuckall.

By 11:30AM I really could have stood 8 neat Manhattens. Did I get them? No. I had to settle for a pair of Dos Equis after work, but at least it was on...
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Doodily, doodily-doodily! Gournal time. Ploying at work, trying to get hired. If all works well, I could be an editor of either e-books or graphic novels by the end of the month. Bill Hicks is my god, but if either of these plans do not work out, I may have to sin and go into marketing for a while, because balls in my ass I...
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The street was mounded by buildings generating heat and power for the nearby university and they remained in a constant fog from the endless release of steam, warm air cooling into visibility as it drifted down to the street. The bearer of 9,999 diseases corrupt porkchop eating brains, the hard ironic kind you drop quarters down the sewer when you want to call the head...
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