Am I a bad person because I am taking the UTMOST pleasure in hearing that someone who hurt me is going through a rough patch?
Especially since I bloody-well predicted it would happpen?

So, duffy61 got me the COMPLETE Real Ghostbusters down at Con over the weekend.
27 disks, 140 episodes.
I've watched them at home, I've listened to them at work, and now I'm gonna go home and fall asleep watching MORE.
I forgot how in love with this show i was. But, whaddaya expect? It's spun off from my favorite movie of all time!
I find myself remembering bits of dialogue, vocal inflections
(Ray: "Reversed the polarity of the neutron flow...")
and watching them in order, I even have eps popping into my head just before they play...
I'm a happy geek.

Ah well, no convention for me this year...
("Is THAT where all our nerds are?", Katie asks me yesterday.)

But, hey. 3 straight days off is 3 straight days off, so I'm not complaining TOO much.
I got some drawing done. Did some fanarts and participated in some DeviantArt jams.
I was referred to aa the "Grand Lord of SuperHero Creativeness", so my ego's boosted to acceptable levels.

Now that I am getting used to the coloring programs I have to use, things are getting a bit better.

Weird dreams lately.
Dreams about marrying people, making cakes out of books, and, of course... JOBCORPS.
Bad, BAD dreams. But, fun nonetheless due to the sheer absurdity of them.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I am getting better. I seem to be becoming my old self again. The old me that I halfway liked. The me that I used to be before I started moving West.
The 19 year old me that was happier, healthier, had a zest for life, an appetite for food that was due to likeing FOOD, not as a comfort mechanism. The me that was totally off his rocker, but in a good way.
No one from around here knew me then, but I think they would have liked "Gonzo". I don't like to admit it, but I did. I miss him.
You don't know what you've got, etc. etc...

Well, now I suddenly have a craving for calzones, canolis, The music of the New York Dolls and bossy girl with a ping pong paddle and a wicked gleam in her eye.

...unfortunately, I'm at the library.

Happy Mother's Day!

We've reached the halfway point of the first volume, so we're taking a week to catch our breath. But there's still something new to read there.

I haven't been posting as I should.
Got a new computer, and I still hardly post at all.

I wanna tell all about The Betty Show a couple weeks ago.
I wanna lament about the convention.
I wanna go into detail about me putting in my 2 weeks and getting my OTHER old job back more or less.
I really should write about my not sleeping, my 4 am sessions of self-psychoanalysis, and I KNOW I should start writing down some of the daft rants about everything that streaks through my mind in the odd hours, like politics, religion, racism, whether or not an ex-friend is stupid, whether or not an ex-girlfriend is going to be a fit mother, or whether she has birthed the bastard demon beast with her weedhead-redhead-redneck so-called "stalker" boyfriend....
I wish I could express in words how horribly LOW my self-confidence gets now that Spring has wrought 2 never-ending FOUNTAINS of fucking tears from my eyes that haven't actually stopped in over TWO GODDAMNED MONTHS, yet everyone says that the bees are disappearing. THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THIS POLLEN COMING FROM?????????????
I could write about how, despite the salt deposits on my cheeks, many lovely ladies have been flirting with me lately.
(No, I'm not oblivious, just unsure of myself.)
I could write about birthdays, zombies, tooth decay, how I ACHE as a cartoonist without PhotoShop, getting back into the swing of things, cartoon-wise, how I miss TV, even though there's never anything on, why I have this self-destructive attraction to broken women and untrustworthy men, Why I am losing my love of comic books, but still think they're the good enough to spend money on week after week, apple fritters, Sunny Delight, coffeecoffeecoffee, The Afterlife and America's sick obsession with anorexia -- I mean "beauty".

I could go into all that, but my life right now can be summed up in ( FOUR WORDS )

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