We are toying around with the photographs from the talent show in class today, and I thought I would drop a couple of them here for your amusement. They are Photoshopped with the Plastic Wrap filter, after increasing Contrast and Saturation. Enjoy!
Monthly Archives: February 2008
“If you go after the storm in this small town in Estonia, you’ll catch yourself thinking that you’ve got into a fairy tail.”
My Crowd Control duties went smoothly yesterday. The talent show was a success. Aside from the bad hockey being played down here lately, life is grand. Happy Friday to one and all. I will be back this afternoon with more instructions on how to get into a fairy’s tail.
I don’t have as much time for this as I would like, we have a talent show at school today and I was assigned the duty of “Crowd Control”. Yes, it actually says that on the memo, with the capital letters. I will do my best.
I am an oxymoron. I have always known it, and now I have external validation. One of my most dedicated haters on the message boards honored me with this last night:
“You are a fascist hippie, or an oxymoron.”
First, a word about my haters. For the four years I have been peacocking around on the forums, I have built quite a following. I guess my charisma attracts them like mosquitos to a bug zapper. Here is my favorite quote about the situation, from Mike Gunderloy himself.
“You have fans, cash customers – even a few enemies! (than which few things are more flattering.)”
That quote is almost 20 years old, and I have been an oxymoron since those heady days of the zine revolution. My favorite?
Moral Judgement is Wrong. That is one of the Proven Beliefs that I live by.
Lately I am just Obsessively Satisfied, especially when my dedicated haters flatter me to no end.
That’s all the time I have right now to talk about it, I am off to do some serious Crowd Control at the talent show. Leave some comments and we will discuss the flattery of haters and the bliss of being an oxymoron when I get back.
The robot scene, however, is a mystery. Could it be the shiny purple Sentinels that warm the cockles of my heart? A boy can dream…
Hit that Russian madness and see if you can figure out who the legends are. Then run back here to the blog and translate for me. I will award my final copy of Parallax to the first person with a full list. Thanks.
Our hero was framed! Longshot now rests comfortably on the same wall as the thermostat, a lithograph by Nina’s best friend from college, and the family heirloom I inherited from my beloved Grandma Briggs. That priceless trophy fish is from the Indiana farmhouse where my mom grew up growing carrots for V8. My grandmother caught the biggest Bluegill in the state of Minnesota for the year 1967. Now it hangs alongside the luckiest alien in comic book history. Our house will never be the same.
Need more info? Your wish is my command. Check the Mulletman’s stats, and be enlightened.