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
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
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Researching for a project.
I find a book that has exactly what I need.
Bad news: it's $350 on Amazon.
Good? news: there's a different version with the same information for $129.
Better news: the full book is available for free on Scribd.
Not sure what kind of news this is: I'm researching psychotic depression-- not the cheeriest subject.
Sometimes I wonder if I've had psychotic depression. I don't think all the little superstitions and fears I've had necessarily qualify as delusions, though. And I don't think I've had hallucinations (would I know if they were, though?). I figure it would be something that my counselor at St. John's would've told me if he noticed it, or maybe the people at the Stanford study.
Anyway... psychotic depression is associated with decreased REM activity... and that's not something I've had a problem with, I think. Lately I've been taking a lot of naps and sleeping more frequently but for shorter periods of time, and I dream a lot.
17?- I was the sister of a fearsome old woman who was a Baba Yaga-like witch. We didn't get along well at all and I was hiding from her. I didn't want her to know I was in her house. I ran into the room of the little ragdoll girl she had created as her daughter and shut the door. The girl was about a foot tall and had black button eyes and was made of golden orange burlap, with a few pieces of twisted scrap cloth sticking straight out of her head for hair. She had drawn a door on the wall with chalk and set fire to its edges. An inventory appeared at the bottom of my vision, like in a video game, and I began grabbing things from around the room. The ragdoll girl was laughing maliciously at me, in the way that bratty children do when they think they can get someone else in trouble. "If you touch me I'll scream and then she'll come and get you and you'll be sorry," she sneered at me. My sister was coming toward the room-- I could hear her ungraceful footsteps tromping on the wooden stairs. I noticed a piece of chalk in my inventory that hadn't been there before and quickly traced a smaller rounded top door in the bigger door the ragdoll child had drawn and jumped through to a secret compartment on the other side of the wall. The girl said "hey!" but was distracted as her mother burst into the room to beat her. I listened to my sister yelling angrily at the little ragdoll girl on the other side of the wall and drew a waning crescent moon as a window so I could look through. The girl and her mother were gone and there was only a man standing there, looking blankly off to the side of where I was hiding.
The Prince is dead, you'll have to pretend to be him
Saturday, June 15, 2013
16?- I looked at the sea across the beach. Sunset was almost completely over and there was just a lingering orange pinkness behind the cover of clouds in the sky. I looked behind me at the dark, clean, freshly paved road that led to the beach and it was night and raining. When I looked back toward the beach it was just dark. A car waited to my right at the side of the road. Another car was driving towards me in the darkness on the right side of the road. The headlights moved around as if it were swerving. I got into my car and drove along the right side after the other car had passed and tried to figure out how I could be driving on the right side and the other car could be driving on the right side as well if we were both in the right lane. I drove to a castle and went inside into a small entrance room lit by candlelight. A hassled looking friar told me the Prince was gone and I would have to act like him. They were going to dye my hair blond and put magic on me so nobody would notice the difference.
I kept thinking about the cars and how we could both be right. I tried to rotate the road in my mind and held my arms out, looking at them, verifying that the right one was right and the left was left.
When I woke up I realized the other car was just driving on the wrong side of the road.
I forgot to title this
Friday, June 14, 2013
15?- I was at a party with Lucy and her boyfriend in a large building with two glass-paneled walls on opposite sides of each other. Her boyfriend was some white guy, not her real boyfriend. We went upstairs and there were big holes in the floor without any railings around them. I stood on the edge of one looking down at the people below, and felt dizzy, then sat on a couch near Lucy and her boyfriend and said "I like to stand at the edge of the holes, imagining what it would be like to fall."
It was night and day at the same time. I would look in a new direction and the sky outside the glass would be black, or it would be grey-blue.
For the second time in my life I feel trapped between two cultures and not really accepted by either. Not that I ever felt completely accepted... it just wasn't at the forefront of my mind for a long time.
I lost count
Thursday, June 13, 2013
14?- Maze of grocery store type freezers-- those tall ones with the glass doors-- and jungle. I found a Pirulo Jungly and ate it.
(This is what a Pirulo Jungly looks like, for reference. It's ice cream)
I really want to try them but I don't think they're sold in the US. :C
I have been napping a lot and it's getting me confused with the dreams so I'm having a hard time keeping track of things.
I made this as a joke. It was my first time using Blingee and I have to say, it's harder than I realized to make pictures look really, really tacky.
(Re)trying Flickr [2P]
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
A mash of things
Sunday, June 9, 2013
10- I was looking for my boyfriend but he had disappeared into a building I wasn't allowed into, I think... Then I was playing Pokemon and it alternated between being first person and third person/bird's eye view and I somehow caught one called Door Lash. I'm not sure what the transition was, but after that I was standing in a zipped up sleeping bag on a low stool in an expensive chocolate/dessert bar in a mostly closed mall. There was a tier of cake squares that looked really good, and I was hungry, but they were $5 for 2 and it wasn't a good deal. I tried to move but I just ended up tipping myself over and falling onto the floor. There wasn't real food for me to eat there anyway, so I left and went to find something in the rest of the mall. I saw a Jamba Juice that was serving individual sized pizzas, so I went to check it out. While I was waiting in line deciding, I noticed that they had pizzas with Indian toppings, as well as one called a "sriracha cream" pizza (the picture made it look more like pesto cream). I ordered that one and then sat down to wait for it, and two policemen went to the counter and arrested this guy there for some unexplained reason... Seeing that, a white guy at one of the tables starting harassing the black guy across from me and copying the police officers by twisting the black guy's shirt in such a way that his arms were incapacitated over his head. I helped the black guy get free and then yelled at the white guy that football was stupid and pointless and everything he cared about was meaningless. Then I left the mall and rode up and down a dirt path through grassy hills on a tricycle the same color as my bike.
11- I don't remember anything but hiding.
I'm not sure what I'll do about all the pictures in my posts, now that Xanga is going down or changing. I think I'll have to start using Flickr. I don't think I can upload all my pictures from my old posts to there and swap them out before the switch though... so I guess I'll probably have a lot of broken images in my blog...
Thursday, June 6, 2013
9- In a "video game" supposedly (dream intuition said it was, but I experienced it in a first person reality sense). Crawling through a matrix of round, narrow, painted tunnels. I was just small enough to be able to squeeze through comfortably. They were rough and hard-- maybe made of concrete? I didn't know what the goal of the game was. There were multiple characters I could switch between, though. I crawled through some of the tunnels and fell out into the living room of the guy who had created the game. Didn't know what to do so I tried to help him with stuff, but I just got in the way so I sat on a scratchy rug he had on the carpet and stared at his TV. I switched to a different character and went down a different tunnel and emerged in a medieval-like setting (and third person perspective) with trees and objects I could collect. There was a jelly monster in the castle and things were burning and I was trying to figure out which objects I could make interact in a useful way. It was very green despite all the fire and black ruins. Switched characters again and ended up in first person perspective in a girl's body. The game creator was getting frustrated I think because she wasn't very good and she kept screaming. I switched back to my own body and realized I was screaming in his living room while he was at the table working on the game and I guess maybe the game was taking place in his mind and my screaming had become her screaming.
This seemed way less complicated to explain before I started typing it out.
A month more...
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
8- Wandering around a huge building trying to find something-- my boyfriend? The way out? An orientation? Or was I just wandering aimlessly? I ran across some administrative people talking about how the university department shouldn't be named Newtown because of what happened there, and how it was bad publicity.
I finish school the last week of June. Final projects and such are coming up... And then finally, summer. A shortened summer, since I'm transferring this fall and I'll only have about a month and a half off, but it's something.
My boyfriend likes to remind me that he's taking me to New York.
Like nothing has ever existed outside of this moment.
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