Being a local Detroit suburb resident, I never visit Detroit. Which is kind of regrettable, because there's such things as the Detroit Institute of Arts, Wayne State University, the Fisher Building, the Fox Theatre, gunnings at Hart Plaza, the filthy Detroit River ( Read more... )

Since we had a blessed snow-day today, I took the time to browse through some of the comics on the DVD that my chum in Britain sent me. Today my selection was Understanding Comics by Scott McCloud.

Fucking good read.

The more I read and study art, the more conscious I am of the artistic decisions we make every day, and how art, really good art, ( Read more... )

Is it natural to assume that people reference a teenager, or keep things a secret from me, that it's about me? I don't think it is. I'm going to commit cardinal Internet sins now: I'm going to self-psycho-analyze myself, self-diagnose, and claim that I'm mentally disturbed. It's either paranoia, egotism, or a mix of the both. I wonder whether ( Read more... )

I have the directional sense of a homing pigeon. My driving technique is unstoppable.

And my call-sign? Ask for Maverick.

Borders is such a fascinating place to be. No matter what time of the day, there is always at least ten people in the store. One person is slack-jawed by the magazines, flipping through something with the same expression that they would have during the Superbowl. Another, a wrinkled old woman, is checking out three for two Chick Lit books, cranked ( Read more... )

Why is it that when I search file-sharing for "Hellboy" audio MP3s, I get hits for Jessica Simpson and Nelly? Can you explain that, you kings and queens of ceiling wax and cabbages?

We closed Cinderella tonight. What follows are blurbs. Snippets. Tiny moments that I remember.

"Beth is a liar."
In the production run of Cinderella, we had three cast members that weren't in high school. One of them was my younger brother Derek, who didn't end up performing the show on the stage. The other two were fourth-graders from one of the ( Read more... )

Thom Yorke: "dont get sentimental, it always ends up drivel ( Read more... )

I'm tired. And I hate the Second Law of Thermodynamics. aka entropy.

The entropy of Cinderella is exhausting me, and no matter what I do, I can't stop it. I can't reverse it. I can't kick the ass of the fifth kid in the town hall scene to get them moving. I can't list the "I can'ts" because I'm too tired and I know it's going to wear me down even ( Read more... )

I hate being sick. I don't know exactly when this aversion to poor health struck me, but I know it wasn't always with me. At one point I liked being sick. It was kind of trippy and cool. Then I grew up and the slightest inconvenience to what I want to do or need to do just gets a "Motherfucker!" reaction out of me ( Read more... )