Monthly Archives: February 2008

Mad Talent!

zyheart  fairytail

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!

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Getting Into a Fairy Tail.


“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.”

That is the actual quote.  There are more great photographs too.  What a beautiful way to start my Friday.  Mad thanks to for keeping track of stuff like that.

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.

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I am an oxymoron.


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.


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Thursday Thirteen: Fortune Cookies in Bed.


We eat chinese buffet as often as we can afford it.  I love checking off the number of different species in my belly when we are done.  Then, the cookies.

Ten or twelve years ago, we started adding the words “in bed” at the end of every fortune.  It is really fun to play in large groups after a good meal.  Laughter helps the digestion.  Today I play with you.  Let me share the last thirteen slips of paper we pulled from our fortune cookies.  In bed.

1. “The stars appear every night.” … in bed.

2.  “Consider gain and loss, but never be greedy.” … in bed.

3.  “This is a good time to consider formally helping others.” … in bed.

4.  “You’ll have all sorts of chances to make a happy encounter.” … in bed.

5.  “You can depend on the trust of the collective.” … in bed.

6.  “Happier days are definitely ahead for you, struggle has ended.” … in bed.

7.  “Rely on your own good judgement to lead you to success.”  … in bed.

8.  “Sincerity is the finest point of communication.” … in bed.

9.  “Set high goals.” … in bed.

10.  “Take the initiative and others will support you.” … in bed.

11.  “The last thing you need sharpened is your tongue.” … in bed.

12. “Aspire to be great, then give everything you have.” … in bed.

13.  “Grasp the opportunities that are coming your way.”  … in bed.

So that’s what happens when the crumbs hit the sheets in our house.  You can grab a fortune online right now by clicking around in here, and then you need to make your own list of recent prophecies and link it to: … in bed.


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Russian Spiderman… and Sentinels?


Big ups to Seventh Soldier for turning us on to some amazing Russian folk art.  The fact that it depicts a few of our favorite superstars in the modern mythological pop culture stew is gravy.

Spiderman gropes!

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.


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Home is where the Mulletman is.



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.



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Check ME out.


I am going back to bed, for a Presidents Day rest-o-thon.  Thanks Abe!  Thanks George!  You can click that orange box to see Pop Tart’s interview of me in the meantime, I will see you back here tommorrow.


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