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!
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
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
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
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
Just a song
Monday, May 7, 2018
"Unfaithful" by I Eat Plants for a Living.
I don't love you anymore.
Now, just now. I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth.
Gym, therapy, gym.
But tomorrow I'm going to donate blood and go for a walk with someone, so that's different.
And Thursday I'm going to meet up with someone who will take better pictures of me, hopefully.
I helped post an ECS event on different websites, so I feel like I was productive in that regard, at least.
Love as power
Saturday, May 5, 2018
"Cul de Sac" by Tomahawk.
Eternity is all used up
And our hell has frozen over
But it ain't that cold
It's warm enough
Sunbathing on the shores of a nightmare
I wish you were here
I hope I didn't break someone's heart last night. It's a sad situation, but I don't think there was a way for me to handle it better than I did.
On Wednesday, I got to school early and didn't have much to do, so I went to the library and noticed a book titled The Woman Who Slept with Men to Take the War Out of Them. I ended up reading the first few dozen pages of it before class. It was structured as a play, but loosely; the plot was not always clear, and the characters were not entirely explained or described. The effect was that it was dreamlike, a stream-of-consciousness narrative that imparted feeling not through direct content but by circling around the edges of a theme, uncovering bits and pieces of it with each pass.
The back cover says the story is for "every woman who has believed for even a moment that she could change a man's mind by making love to him-- who has imagined that through the sex act she could save him." Although it's couched in sexual terms, I think there is a broader implication too-- that love can fix people. I wonder if I believe that. I don't think having sex with people will make them better in itself, but there is an allure to the idea that love is enough, that love is a transformative power. Even if you have no other power, you can have the power to love. That makes me wonder if it's a fantasy for the otherwise powerless.
Then again, that seems very cynical, and I don't think love as a power is something to be discounted. Even if it doesn't necessarily change the objective world, it can certainly change the subjective world. It can make all the difference to the one who loves. It is something to love. It is something to give of yourself. It is something to care. Not all the rewards have to come from being given love in return.
Sometimes I think I like the feeling of loving someone more than I like being loved back. Not that I would necessarily reject reciprocity, but I mean, if I had to choose between one or the other... Being the one who loves does feel like it has power to it, I guess. You choose to give your love, even if it doesn't feel like a choice at all times. Being loved... you don't have control over what the other person does. You're always in a position where you're at risk of losing the love. Whether or not you trust that the other person will be consistent, I think you can never fully know.
Delayed pictures [2P]
Monday, April 30, 2018
What a cute boy
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Monday, April 16, 2018
I reinitiated contact with someone I used to talk to on OKC. I think it might be the second or perhaps even third time I've done this. He said he had developed a fear of talking to me because he didn't want to talk if he had nothing to show for his absence. He was working on some music last we spoke, and he wanted to be able to share something he was proud of with me. I told him that it was okay and I wouldn't think less of him for being "empty-handed" in his words. It's nice enough just to talk.
It had been roughly six months since our last conversation, and I guess I could have given up on it, but I decided to reach out because I do like talking to him and I also think he could use a friend. He seems very depressed and isolated, and having been in that position before... I just really wanted to have someone who wouldn't give up on me. So maybe it's partially a selfish thing; some kind of vicarious wish fulfillment. But I think it means a lot to him that I restarted our contact after all this time, and I think he could use a bit of a reminder that not everyone will always abandon him if he opens up. He expressed before that he appreciated that I was making the effort to talk to him. I'm glad it means something to him.
I'm still motivated by the desire to fill a lack in the world, I suppose. If not me, then who? It seems hard to find patience, kindness, compassion, and an attitude that isn't oriented primarily around oneself. I understand the "me first" orientation, but I'm also so tired of it. I probably complain about that enough, though.
I am lucky to have had the life I've had, and to be able to focus on things outside myself. I feel purposeful in this regard. I'm also grateful that I've been able to react to my disappointments in life by taking action to improve things, even if it's in a small way, for other people. It would have been easy to just be swallowed up by bitterness and cynicism and write off other people as worthless individuals undeserving of respect and empathy, but I chose not to let that happen. I don't know why I came out this way when plenty of people just become jaded, but I'm glad things worked out like this.
Art and the nightmare of caterpillars
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Well I had a second date with that guy from the last post. We spent all day downtown, going through art museums and talking about the art. It was fairly enjoyable. It was the last day of Joseph Loughborough's exhibition, Notches, at Anno Domini, and I'm so glad that we caught it, because I absolutely loved his art. That might have been the highlight of the day for me. I wish I had the money to buy some of these, but they're hundreds to thousands of dollars each and there aren't cheaper prints available. T_T
It's hard to even describe how much I am in love with these paintings. Not just the two I've shared here, but others... There's so much depth and aliveness to them for me. Date and I had a long conversation about it, which was nice. The paintings are beautiful from an aesthetic perspective, but I also get very strong feelings from looking at them-- this sense of disorientation and pain and intensity and wild, vivid life. I was so sad that there were no more free promotional posters available for the exhibition, but I contacted the gallery asking if I could have the one they have displayed in the window... Hopefully they let me have it!
The other notable part of the day was that we sat in a park and talked for awhile. There were a few caterpillars crawling around, and one appeared on my leg. I was surprised and tried to brush the little guy off, which took some effort. After I had gotten it off though, we resumed talking, and then my date pointed out another caterpillar, much larger, on my bag. That one was intimidatingly large compared to the first one, so I was kind of afraid to touch it. They were the same type of caterpillar, just... the size made it kind of scary. Got that one off too, and then we started realizing that the bench was crawling with caterpillars... we both started frantically checking ourselves to see if there were more on us, then moved away from that bench. I saw a caterpillar hanging from a tree, probably spinning itself a cocoon, and walked over to look at it, and my date put a hand on me and told me I didn't want to walk any further. I asked why, and then noticed that there were a bunch of caterpillars hanging from the tree and I had almost walked into one. Then I looked at the tree and saw that the bark was moving... oh wait, nope, just hundreds of caterpillars. They were swarming the grass, too, and falling from the tree like rain. It just kept escalating, and we both fled the area to look for a caterpillar-free zone, but almost all the benches we found were covered with them.
This was the first caterpillar we saw... we were just walking on the other side of the street some time before going to the park, and I noticed it on the ground. I had never seen one like it before, so was delighted by what I thought was something of a rarity at the time.
Anyway... we spent around 7.5 hours hanging out today, and I'm still not sure how I'm feeling about things, but I think we'll probably hang out again.
It's been a day
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Well, that date was alright. Nothing crazy happened. He thought I was the most adventurous person he'd been out with because I climbed a fence so I could walk along a creek, haha. I didn't think I was doing anything too zany. He was very agreeable. After I got home I described the date to someone else, and they said the guy sounded like a golden retriever. That seems kind of accurate, I guess. He said he had a lot of fun, so assuming he was telling the truth, we'll probably go out again.
The agreeableness is a thing I'm reserving judgement about for now. If he's just like that all the time and never disagrees with me, I think it'll be a problem, but if he was just nervous because it was a first date, I think it'll be fine. I want to see how things go on the second date before I make up my mind about anything.
I haven't been doing very well making progress on this paper I had to get an extension on, but a recent friend has been helping by reminding me a lot and talking to me about the prompt. Even though I'm kind of resistant and don't feel like writing, it is constructive and I appreciate his efforts.
"Crow's Feet" by Gibberish.
This past week and a bit
Saturday, April 7, 2018
I was trying to finish a paper for a class but did not end up finishing it and had to ask for an extension. Part of this was because I got food poisoning (I think?) on Tuesday and have been recovering from that for the past few days. My appetite hasn't come back entirely yet. I realized that I ate one actual meal today, and two mini bundt cakes at a baby shower for my friend's friend, and two bananas, and... some chocolate. And that's it. It felt like a ton of food, but in retrospect it wasn't?
Might be going on a date tomorrow, but we haven't really confirmed plans and it's been a once-a-day type correspondence, so I'm unsure at this point what's going to happen... Wondering if I should just offer my number so we can actually coordinate. :S
Well, anyway, here's a song.
"Halcyon Age" by Vansire.
But no one's really there
Does that mean it's done in vain?
If no one really cares
I'm back to acting strange
Like Daniel Johnston in Texas
At some point in the eighties
Passing out his cassettes with
The j-card that he drew, oh did he ever expect it
I guess it's just what happens when the music's a respite
The world is so appalling and you come to detest it
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