I wake up,
and for a few glorious
seconds, it’s gone.

All the pain.
All the feelings
of inadequacy.
The low self-esteem,
the dissatisfaction.
Memories of past
rejections
That rear their ugly head
At the least opportune
waking moment,
Scattering all semblance of rational thought Like crisp, browned leaves ( Read more... )

I am back.

Two things occurred to me today ( Read more... )

It says something that the only titles I still look foward to from the "House of (bad) Ideas" are their Ultimate books.

They made an executive decision a while back to give each creator complete creative control over their title. Apparently, that means sacrificing cohesion and history in the name of cheap thrills that don't usually pan out. I'm ( Read more... )

I hate when re-reading something yields the fact that it's originally perceived greatness doesn't hold up to closer inspection.

Curses.

I haven't been to sleep before 3 a.m. for a very long time. I've been sleeping past 1 in the afternoon every day, and I hate it ( Read more... )

At this moment, Return of the King is my life ( Read more... )

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First of all, this just forced me to change my pants.

I guess there is life after Return of the King, after all.

The Street Dogs show was stellar. During their set, Mike slapped me five. I then had to hold the lunatic up with help from the guy next to me as he leaned straight down into the crowd to give the mic to some fans. His singing ability ( Read more... )