A few words
"When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness."
~ D.H. Lawrence
"Is the meaning of life defined by its duration? Or does life have a purpose so large that it doesn't have to be prolonged at any cost to preserve its meaning?"
"Living is not good, but living well. The wise man, therefore, lives as well as he should, not as long as he can... He will always think of life in terms of quality not quantity... Dying early or late is of no relevance, dying well or ill is... even if it is true that while there is life there is hope, life is not to be bought at any cost."
"People will tell you nothing matters, the whole world's about to end soon anyway. Those people are looking at life the wrong way. I mean, things don't need to last forever to be perfect."
~ Daydream Nation
"All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories-- if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death."
~ The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes
"The road now stretched across open country, and it occurred to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this enhanced by the thought that nothing could be nearer to the elimination of basic physical laws than deliberately driving on the wrong site of the road."
~ Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
~ William Blake
Think about it
Kill that boredom!
Binder Paper Comics
Web Comics and Such
A Distant Soil (Some nudity)
The Adventures of Gyno-Star (Some explicit stuff)
Blue Milk Special
Cigarro & Cerveja
Cyanide and Happiness
dead winter (has some explicit stuff)
Devilbear: The Grimoires of Bearalzebub (PG-13?)
Eat That Toast!
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
The Intrepid Girlbot
The Last Halloween
Last Train to Old Town
The League of Evil Genius
Legend of Bill
Living With Insanity (some nudity)
Love Me Nice
Married to the Sea
The Moon Prince
Moth (Some nudity)
The Non-Adventures of Wonderella
Political Cartoonists Index
Poorly Drawn Lines
The Property of Hate
Robbie and Bobby
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Scenes from a Multiverse
The Secret Knots
Stand Still. Stay Silent
Strong Female Protagonist
The Super Fogeys
Tales of Pylea
Three Word Phrase (some nudity)
Tiny Kitten Teeth
Toothpaste for Dinner
Trying Human (Some nudity)
Two Guys and Guy
Yellow Peril (PG-13)
Infrequently/No Longer Updating Web Comics
The Abominable Charles Christopher
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja
The Adventures of Ellie Connelly
Bag of Toast
Bear in Mind
The Book of Biff
Chain Bear (Some explicit stuff)
Daisy is Dead
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
Hello with Cheese
Kyle & Atticus
Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Letters to a Wild Boar
Lovecraft is Missing
Meat and Plastic
The Nerds of Paradise
No Reason Comics
One Swoop Fell
Pictures for Sad Children
A Redtail's Dream
Roy's Boys (PG 13?)
Run Freak Run
The Super Gay Adventures of Ross Boston
YU + ME
Pure Flash Awesomeness
Die Anstalt : Toy Psychiatry
Clients from Hell
Creatures in My Head
Damn You Auto Correct!
Jhonen Vasquez's site
Overheard in New York
Passive Aggressive Notes
The magic of 99 cent stores
Saturday, February 27, 2010
When we go out, we have to take a bus to get to the subway. Where we get off the bus, there's a "99 cent" store. In truth, it's far from that. It's more like a "random cheap crap" store.
Anyway, these kinds of stores typically have interesting products in them, should you care to look.
Take, for example, these "athletics shirts".....
For the low, low price of $12.99 (suggested retail), you can get three of these fine... "athletics" shirts. I'm sure their model can tell you all about the athletic things he does in them, such as beating his wife.
They had giant Oreo cookies with... no creme filling. Which is kind of the point of Oreos, if I remember correctly.
Some interesting perfumes at the counter.
Apparently the marijuana one really does smell like marijuana. Who'd have thought? (Something to think about: who wants to go around smelling like pot?)
After our trip we went back to the store, just because we had to find out what the "pussy" perfume smelled like. We are... someone relieved, somewhat disappointed to report that it does not smell like pussy. It had a rather floral scent, actually...
There was also a "Butt Naked" one that smelled pretty good, but I would feel so awkward buying anything that was named that.
Since I've been trying to stay out of my room as much as possible, I've just been hanging out in Casey's for long periods of time. We made tea, and I tried to read my tea leaves, very unsuccessfully.
I'm going to guess it's because I was using a tea bag, and also because I don't know how to read tea leaves.
Yesterday Mister Boyfriend called me just as we were getting back to school... and he said I sounded happy, which made him happy. I guess he does notice that I don't usually sound very cheerful, but doesn't bring it up.
Of course, when he called me back later, I sounded kind of down again I suppose.
Eh well. It happens.
I hate the bathroom walls here. Every bathroom should be twenty feet underground and soundproof. I don't want to hear people doing their business.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
My shame seeps from every pore
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I ate more cookies than dinner.
I was playing Swashbucks on Pogo and saw this in the chatbox:
It made me laugh.
Monday, February 22, 2010
McDonalds fetish clowns
Monday, February 22, 2010
I dreamt that I was riding in a car through the desert with my parents, my brother, my grandma, and DC.
On the side of the road were three clowns. The first was Ronald McDonald, in his typical yellow, red, and white attire. The second was similar, but his hair was shorter, he had a slight grimace on his face, and he was wearing black leather suspenders and crotchless chaps on top of yellow underwear.
The third was completely bald and a pasty white. He looked mean. his clothes, though yellow and red, were dingy and old looking. He was fat with a big red clown nose, and he held a black whip.
As we passed them I tried to take a picture with my camera, but it didn't work.
We stopped at a massive rock, which we were going to hike on. The path was nearly vertical, and I didn't want to go up. Slightly ahead of us, the three clowns began to ascend. The middle one had acquired a walking stick somehow, and none of them had to struggle to climb. They just walked right up. I took a few steps and slid back down.
My dad said something about being careful with my grandma, and then we were at a dark, museum like place. It was like the Smithsonian equivalent of a funeral home. The walls were a dark indigo-black, and there was a small black table with a grey marble surface on which a black vase of yellow flowers rested.
The rest of my family was waiting in a room for church to start, but I didn't want to attend so I wandered the empty building. I saw DC standing by himself in the middle of a room, untouched by the shadows. He was wearing a blue shirt and no hat, and just looked at me in silence.
Then I woke up.
My cartooning prof asked me if I'd considered publishing any of my comics in the school paper. I said no. He suggested I try.
This is like when people tell me I really ought to think about pursuing writing as a career. I never want to do any of the things I'm supposedly good at.
Or maybe I just want to preserve these things as something I enjoy. As soon as I am obligated to do something I start to lose interest in it.
My School Days strips went on for a while, but eventually it began to feel like homework. And since I've had depression I just can't imagine picking something like that up again.
I've been told constantly that I'm bright and I have potential (which honestly seems like a very generic thing to be told), but I think that I am probably doomed to be a failure.
They rove around in packs... [2P]
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Happenings of last night
Saturday, February 20, 2010
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY
Everyday is a happy day. So happy. So very happy. You must not deny this. You cannot deny this. You will not deny this. If you do there will be consequences.
Casey's ceiling is no longer blank and unhappy. I happified it.
Also I bought some more applesauce and diced pears at Target yesterday.
It's been awhile since I posted pictures
Friday, February 19, 2010
This is typically what I eat when I go to Montgoris.
These were taken several days ago, actually.
Casey's pizza was not good.
The school that looks very.... A Series of Unfortunate Events-ish.
So delicious aghhhhhhh.
I got this salad from the C-store. This is actually the part I didn't eat. You can't really tell from the picture, but most of that lettuce was not in good shape.
The next few pictures are ones I took when I was observing how disgusting this room/bathroom is.
My roommate left a bracelet from like, a bar or something, on the ground. Way to stay classy, man...
The trash that Charmaine did not take out, even though it was her turn on Friday. She waited until Wednesday so that I would take it out. Ugh.
Also, when I went to take a shower, she had left all her shit in there.
This is still in the shower. It looks gross.
I had to smush up my eraser walrus because it was not erasing well enough.
I do not advise wearing this in the water.
This is my final... draft? of my four panel strip for ItC. I think it came out alright, considering I really have no experience with inking. And also considering he doesn't teach us anything in that class.
(Click the thumbnail to see the whole thing)
What did I do yesterday...? Oh yeah, I went to counseling. He thinks that my depression is caused by social issues.
I wouldn't be surprised at all if that was a factor, but I don't think that's entirely it.
Although, last night when talking to the Dude, I did realize that I've never had the same set of friends for more than one year of my life. I mean, individually I still have some of the same friends, but the groups and arrangements and such change.
Boyfriend Dearest called me "honey bunny". XP
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