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3.25.06/20:01 a world without archives
Such is life.
To tell you the truth, I always thought it would be longer, but when it's all laid out like this it seems pretty short. I tried to preserve formatting changes by including old buttons and logos in the last place they naturally occurred, the example being the old peachycomics logo that only lasted a month, and some of the links from 2003 don't work because the files have been updated, i.e. old versions of songs. 3.21.06/02:17 sleep, i laugh at thee
The picture on the left will make more sense to you in a little while. For now, just enjoy it for its inclusion of mazes and lack of shading or actual perspective.
What I mean is that you can't see the other arm or foot and he doesn't even have a shadow. I want to say it's because he's a daemon and it's an intentional effect, but I don't even know anymore what I was going for.
[the book of divinicus 14:3-14:9] short story
There's a story for you. It's even got pictures and its own special format. Originally I wanted it to span columns across and have no downscroll, but my coding abilities are limited to nonexistent and this was all I could work out.
This has been kind of a disappointing month, and I won't be sorry to see it end. Perhaps I could say the same thing for this semester. I wanted to end college on a better note, one where I had easy classes and wasn't dealing with so much stress, but I guess you take what you can get. At least I don't have any math classes. 3.16.06/02:52 dried up and rung out I haven't done an update in so long...I just haven't felt up to it. I've been on the verge of getting sick but an illness has yet to materialize aside from coughing up big globs of phlegm, and not the friendly ones I'm used to from being a smoker, big devious ones tinged with blood. I'll stop telling you about that, because I'm sure you don't care.
I went to bed last night at 11pm and slept until 7pm today. That's like 20 hours of unadulterated sleep. I guess I was tired. The downside is that I can't sleep now. In my younger days, I'd be restofrantic right now, drawing a picture or writing a song or doing something worthwhile. Not today.
I'm still exhausted from my paper on Locke. Oh yeah, I said it was Hobbes, but it was Locke. Some of you may remember Locke as the revolutionary from FF6, others of you know him as the author of Two Treatises of Government, the rest of you have heard his essence in the Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution. 3.10.06/19:16 shots to the face
[dartshot] 8MB .mov
Maybe I need to work on my aim. So Monday I think I'm going to try to do open stage at The Coffee House around 9pm. If you want directions and feel any desire to show some support, let me know, or just show up. It'll be sad without my little asian girl and her bear there to cheer me on, but I guess that's the sad state of the world these days. 3.8.06/23:17 alone in my cage
And it feels so good to be out of Indiana. That place is pretty much the nucleus of suck. A psychological cesspool of Talmudic proportions. It was good to see the family, though. I never knew my dad was a pool shark...live and learn. But I'm still the undisputed champion at air hockey, and nobody can take that away from me.
[jordan's songbook] .doc file
So let me explain this file, it's a word document with all the songs in the music section as printable pages, to make a kind of songbook, if you will. My current songbook is getting a little destroyed, so it's time to start reconceptualizing it for modern times. I'm still working on the 'pop song' section with pages breaking down how to play the covers and giving lyrics. Due to legal issues, I probably can't post that one. 3.1.06/02:57 no strikes, no spares
[saint impalus] short story
In case you're wondering where the other posts have gone, you can click here for February, or you can go to the archives for all of them. If you want to read more short stories, you can always click the button to your left or just click here.
It's pronounced like 'im-palace.' This story is pretty different, I think, from the other ones. It's definitely one of my favorites, though. And in an effort to cultivate some high art, here's a link to one of Jason's songs that I never got around to putting up. I'm jealous as hell of his skills, that kid is pretty much a genius when it comes to guitar.
[study number 7] jason barker - classical .mp3
And you might be wondering what the pictures are from. They're from Open Stage at The Coffee House in Moon Township. If you'd like to play there or see me play, it takes place on Mondays from 8-10. I won't be there next week, though, as I'm planning a trip to IN to see mi familia. I think I did a pretty good set, but I'm hardly impartial. Maybe next time I can sell a few CDs or get some girls to throw clothes at me. 2.23.05/22:31 lucked up
[lucked up] short story
And that's another story, in case you're not burnt out on them by now. This one's probably better than the last one, but maybe not as good as the next one. If nothing else, it's a lot more fun. I have an extreme desire to play guitar and practice the new song I learned. Mad thanks to Quinn-san for sending it to me.
Since I haven't posted it for a bit, and you might need to voice some dissent, my e-mail address is jbaugher@rocketmail.com and I await your hate mail. Also, if you didn't notice the big yellow button, other short stories and links to satire articles are here. 2.19.06/03:48 100,000 miles
[midnight squared] short story
And I wrote another story for fiction class. Also, some of you read punching waves and thought it was pretty bad.
You must not have read buckyball, which is hands down the most offensive thing ever.
Also I made a scorecard for pididdle. Most people don't know this, but pididdle has latin roots. The word is made up of pius (one) plus didlar (headlight). Anyway, you can print this up, cut it out, and use it to play when you're driving all around this great nation. Also, taking a picture of your odometer while driving through the Fort Pitt Tunnel isn't something I necessarily recommend to you or anybody. 2.18.06/02:41 jet interviews and washington dc
Also, why does Korea have 3 or 4 (or more?) embassies? Are they getting ready to build hotels? Thoughts like this are what destroy any aspirations I might have of ever becoming some kind of diplomat. If you go to DC, good luck finding the Danish Embassy... 2.12.06/20:02 the city still stands
That's not all I've done this week. I also found these strange marks on my neck, and I think there's a vampire somewhere in my neighborhood. Really scary stuff, man. Maybe I'm just freaking out from watching Dracula and Nosferatu and reading a heap of books about them. And here's a story that has nothing to do with vampires and everything to do with schizophrenia and people who do the having of it.
[pimping psychotics] short story
And my voice is getting worse. Probably it's about time to quit smoking. I made it through a whole shift last night without any squares, so maybe that's a good sign. This cough is just a symptom of the ten kinds of cancer that are growing inside me. That didn't stop me from doing another bad cover of a good song, though. Bad cover, good song.
[crazy train (ozzy cover)] .mp3 file
February just hasn't been a month where I've been able to do updates like we're all accustomed to. There are reasons for this, to be sure, but to go into them here would violate my anti-blogging policy and get into details that would make you all uncomfortable, make you shift around in your seats and start sweating and shaking uncontrollably, maybe even vomit and defecate in terror. More than likely not, I think. 2.3.06/18:55 dancing in the dark
And I got a new guitar! GUITAR!!!111 It's exactly like Nick-san's guitar, even as far as the handedness goes. Backwards and re-strung and glorious. It doesn't make me better at guitar, but it is LOUDER and more echo-y, a plus.
[nodding off] short story
That's my newest short story for Intermediate Fiction. I probably need to change the title, but other than that everyone seemed to like it well enough. I've got another story, but I think I'll save it for the next post, whenever that is.
And the other day was Rabbit Rabbit Day. I forgot to say it, so my luck might suffer, but if it does, it was worth it and I've no regrets. Something else we do around here is to archive past months, months like January.
Yesterday I saw this semi-trailer. It was about 100 feet long, with the flat bed on the back instead of the boxcar. In the middle of the bed was a steel drum strapped down with chains. Refer to the picture if you can't visualize this. Here's my question: with gas around 2.5 dollars a gallon, how can you afford to waste resources like this?
1.25.06/16:02 jesus christ is in heaven now
1.20.06/13:49 somewhere between 26 and 17 Sorry I haven't updated in a little while, I've been a little...preoccupied. You could look at the picture below and take it as another example of bad, bad fan art, but it's actually a study to see what pose and composition I want to use for the poster, not an example of me trying hard to appear artistic. Not that I have to try or am not conceited.
The format for this month so far has been, in case you haven't noticed, comic-post-comic. I didn't have a comic for today, so I used the sketch to stay more or less true to the formula. Maybe Monday I will have one done, but who knows what will happen between now and then. 1.20.06/13:48 prelim poster sketch
1.15.06/17:34 sunday day is every day So I wrote a new short story. A really short piece I don't know what to think of yet, kind of a departure from the dark and gritty stories I'm used to writing, but I'm just testing the waters in this class and I don't want to start off too strong. Maybe the next story will have more midgets.
[pièce de résistance] short story
As the header indicates, today was a good day for Pittsburgh. I don't profess to be a big fan, but I do like watching the games sometimes and the effect it has on the city's mood is tremendous. They seem to be really emotionally invested.
And I got Hellsing today, the whole series for just 10 bucks more than my gift card was for. This weird old guy was standing next to me in the checkout line telling me about how good it is. I know how good it is-- That's why I bought it! I'm pretty excited about that, and I think I might overload my system with vampire mythology in the next few weeks, but that's okay. Being a vampire is the next best thing after being a mighty viking. The real ones, not the team. 1.13.06/04:30 noise complaint
1.13.06/04:12 paper cuts? they never heal. I'd often like to believe I'm making progress in dealing with the things that give me the most emotional distress, but I've noticed that they just come back again and again in cycles, in scenes that repeat themselves with different actors. I think back to the last time I was in a comparable situation and try to remember my lines, but I'm always lacking in the delivery.
[my immortal (acoustic evanescence cover)] .mp3 file
That's something I was tooling around with yesterday. Probably singing and smoking a pack of cigarettes a day is not going to help me get better any sooner, but I'm loath to accept that. Grandma keeps telling me I have pneumonia and that she's going to drag me to the doctor.
That'd be a neat trick.
And I lost at Scrabble. Statistically, it was bound to happen sooner or later, but I just didn't think it would occur so early in my life. I guess it was naive of me to think my good luck would last forever. Here's a haiku:
grins much like a cat crushed up candy necklaces lets me win at cards
Perhaps the next post will be in better fonts and spirits, desu ne? Also, I highly recommend Hostel, probably one of the better horror films I've seen in quite the long time. If you have seen it, all I can say is: SPRING BREAK BRATISLAVIA!! 1.9.06/10:15 treehouse blues
1.8.06/08:16 tales of depravity So Jesse finally got laid again. I only bring this up to mention the most important aspect of the lurid story he told me: the girl broke one of her teeth. And also she was 35. How do you break a tooth during sex? Either my understanding of what sex consists of is severely limited, or something dramatic was going on. Either way, kudos to you, Jesse!
And I came up with some new dirty haikus the other day. I don't feel like doing another contest or anything, but feel free to send your own and I will very likely post them. As most of you know, I'm a big fan of the dirty haiku genre.
kiku o akete dochi de mo ii desu moshi nureta
open your flower either one's okay with me as long as it's wet
Desu counts as 2 moras, even though it's usually pronounced as one. Also, kiku has a meaning in slang that's marginally different but derived from 'flower,' and that also works in this poem. If you ask me nicely I'll tell you what it is.
split you like a pea maybe you don't taste as bad maybe it's not green
Blah. And if you can't tell from the text and header color, I'm sick. For some reason I thought the label read 'every 2 hours as needed,' but actually it's 'no more than four times per day.' That's a big difference if you're like me and don't sleep for more than 3 hours. I suppose that would explain why the paint on the walls looks like it's melting. Also--
I met a cute lesbian the other day outside one of my classes. I don't know her name, so I think I'm going to call her 'lesbian hat girl.' Since it was a rainbow hat, that could mean 'girl with lesbian hat' or 'lesbian girl wearing a hat.' She was cute, but I don't think she's into me. Within two minutes of meeting her, she went on to tell me about a 3-some she had on New Year's Eve. The good kind of 3-some, 2 to 1.
Everyone is so lucky and promiscuous! Bastards.
As for my prospects, at the time of writing this I hear a weird voice outside my window and investigate it to find a black cat pawing at my front door. That can't be a good omen. And I'm probably going to have to divorce Mari-chan. Unless she surprises me with a good birthday present.
That's the 23rd, in case you want to get me something. As the tone of this post indicates, sex counts as a present. If you've got anything swinging between your legs, you should consider CDs or Best Buy gift cards instead. If you don't know what to get me, you could just send your dirty haikus to jbaugher@rocketmail.com and that would be a good present too. 1.6.06/08:56 nissa's note
1.5.06/22:39 the east and the west Does anybody else remember that scene in FF6 when Celes has to sing in the opera? Me neither. I spent a few minutes today trying to tab out the melody from that because it was stuck in my head. Nothing much, just a few measures, but it was something to do. Here's how it goes, if you're interested:
e----------------2--0-2-3-3-2-0------------------------------------------- B-0-2-3----0-2-3----------------3--3-3-1-0-1--1-1----------------------0-- G-------0-----------------------------------------4-3-4--4-4-4-2-0-2-0---- D------------------------------------------------------------------------- A------------------------------------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------------------------------------
And I don't know. I've been making comics like mad, and I've got 5 or 6 drawn that I can't even begin to computerize yet, but I'm sure I will at some point. Oh, and if you want to hear what that tab above sounds like acoustically, here you go:
[ff6 opera melody] acoustic rendition
Don't get used to this increased level of productivity, I'm sure it's just a fluke in the time-space continuum and won't be maintained very much longer. Probably as soon as I start classes tomorrow I will drift back into my scholastic stupor. 1.4.06/20:40 wyvern droppings
1.3.06/22:41 all good things do what?
[jason barker-andante religioso]
There's another one of the tracks Jason recorded while he was here. I forget who wrote it, but it's pretty sweet. That kid rocks to the max.
And as you can tell, there's a new comic up. Daikon Warrior Series II is in full swing. You could think of it as a the sequel to the first series. And that picture is either me as a sprite or Clyde being me for Halloween. Either way, it's a frightening prospect with far-reaching implications.
Also, my winter break literati record is impeccable. I'm 7-0, if you don't count that unrated game that I lost so shamefully, which I don't because yahoo doesn't and that's what matters. Here's something to consider: they say apocalypse is coming. However, they say a lot of things. They say apocalypse is coming. 01.01.06/00:01 akemashite omedetou gozaimasu!
12.29.05/21:22 year-in-review
In a strange twist of fate, one of them was my mom's ex who we saw while we were driving in Sewickley. I always forget what you're supposed to do at stop signs, so I kind of didn't. Sorry! We were on our way to the hospital see Steph's baby. Congratulations, Mama and Papa Floogle! and baby Floogle!
[jason barker - allegro] .mp3 file
Also I have swords. Two new ones to be exact. They're more for display than for killing, but I think they look sweet as hell. Definitely more useful than a car.
Jason's been visiting since Tuesday. He's been recording fat tracks all week, and so that's what the link above is for. It's a rendition of a romantic song (the time period, not a reference to the song's sensuality) by Barrios, a man I'm sure you're all familiar with. Sometime early next week I will put up the rest of the songs he tracked during his visit.
Yesterday we went to the Oakland to have a few beers with April. She's looking good as ever. She insists that we made out at some point during Freshman year, but I don't believe her. I would definitely remember if that were true. I remember everything, and that's how I know I've kissed 2x as many girls as I've made out with, done that with 2x as many girls as I've fooled around with, and done that with 2x as many girls as I've done the nasty with. For that to make any sense, you'd need a base number to start dividing by 2. Let's say 40. I have to stay loyal, if only so the math works out. 12.24.05/23:46 meri kurisumasu
[nara sensei quotes] (new!)
After taking another one of his classes, here's a list of the nuggets of wisdom I managed to jot down during the recent semester. And in the spirit of scholasticism, I'll also post my grades for Fall Term. Not the perfect 4.0 that I wanted, but I'm incredibly happy to not have to take Stat again in the Spring. Still have to take 18 credits again, though...
So check out these pictures. Jeremy stopped by the 'burgh for a few days on his way back to ATL, so we did some touristy Pittsburgh stuff. The top one is the Japanese Nationality classroom at Pitt Cathedral, a room I've walked by about 1000 times but never actually gone into or had a class in. Taking this picture was the first time I've been in it. No tatami, though. There needs to be some.
And also we went to Kiku in Station Square and made a pilgrimage to Columbiana and drank sake. Good times. Mad thanks to the Jezza for stopping by. Feel free to come back whenever you want. Other people with open invitations include Eric, Quinn, Jesse, and all Asian girls.
One more thing we do around here that hasn't been done yet is to link the posts of the previous month (November) in the archives (the archives). There are only 6 days left, so that might seem like kind of a waste, but that can't be helped at this point. Merry Drunkmas to all, and to all a good night. 12.21.05/04:46 bound by fate
And as you can see by the picture on the left, my faith in my fellow humans drops a notch. The obviousness of this situation makes me sad enough to hope nuclear winter comes quickly, for the sake of the roaches. 12.14.05/21:52 no joy in mudville
I'd be lying if I said stress about finals is what's been keeping me away from doing updates for the last two weeks. What it's really been is a quest, a Dragon Quest. That game is freaking fantastic. And the FF12 demo is pretty sweet, too. I think everyone will really like it. And DQ is just like the very first Dragon Warrior, except it's 3-D.
[phoenix desktop] .jpeg image
There's a version of the pic above you can use as a desktop. Now that it's awful outside, it cheers me up. Now that tests are over, I can finally have a little time to do some site stuff and track some songs and work on the demo. I want to do a few new covers, good ones, and get rid of the low-fi covers I've got up now. The idea is to make a demo CD to take to bars. Just another step in my plan for world domination, you know. I think we're on step 12 out of 36. 24 to go.
In other news, Punching Waves got me an A, my car is still shinisou and immobile, and here is what my break schedule will be: next week = Jezza might stop by on his way home to Boston. The week after that is free. I work every weekend, as usual, including Christmas Eve night and New Year's Eve night. As you can tell, I didn't end up going to Mexico for Del's wedding, as plane tickets are expensive. I wanted to drive to MN to see Eric-sama too, but I'd need a car for that. 12.3.05/21:12 short-hand clockspins
One thing you should take note of is the sweet reflection in the television in this image. Sweet.
There are at least two songs that never got posted when they were recorded, I was saving them for the grand release of the album. They are [lightning man] and [double-jointed.] I'd recommend going to listen to them right now. Lightning man is a song all about the Nikolaest of Teslas, Nikola Tesla. He's Serbian, proving once again that Serbians are the maxfantastic when it comes to inventing and being smrt.
[short-hand clockspins] new full-length album!
Some of you have already told me you want copies of the CD, and I've told you how to go about doing that. For the rest of you, you can send me an IM on instant messenger. My sn is DamienDiablos. You'll have to mail/paypal me 10 dollars, but that does include shipping and handling. Conversely, if you wait a few days I'm going to make a page showing you how to make your own CD and booklet for free, in the comfort of your own home. The only real benefit of ordering one from me is that it comes with my signature. 11.27.05/21:39 we love you, bubble monkey!!
[Tessie's Theme (acoustic rendition)] .mp3 file (tab)
I'm so excited for Mother 3 to come out. I was talking to Mosha about it the other day, and he sent me the link to this article. Freaking fantastic. If all goes to plan, I will be going to Japan right after its release and hopefully it will be in hiragana and I will be able to understand it. If not, I will just have to get better at kanji.
In other news, I finished tracking all the songs for short-hand clockspins and most of the booklet is done. There are even a few prototype copies floating around, and if you're lucky you'll get one. I think the official launch of it will be Rabbit Rabbit Day, or the day after. As for this semester, we're in the home stretch. All that's left is to survive for a few more weeks. I hope my lungs can take it. 11.22.05/18:11 soaking in your shoes/starlight echoes
So I met Mr. Don Strange for lunch and he gave me priceless insight into what I need to do with my rewrite of Twisting the Knife. Also, he's pretty much the maxfantastic at writing, so if you ever come across one of his short stories, I'm pretty certain you will enjoy it. If you'd like to know more about who he is and what he does, here's a link I found.
[starlight echoes] .mp3 file (lyrics) (info)
I didn't go to class today, but there was no escaping Oakland because of the aforementioned lunch. I ran into April, randomly. Twice. And she was looking prooty cute. And I saw this other girl who is infinitely hot just as I was about to depart the Oak-land, and we agreed to meet me for drinks back in the Township of the Moon, close to where we live.
[soaking in your shoes] .mp3 file (lyrics) (info)
I fought the traffic to get to the bar and saw no sign of her, so I had a drink. I gave this trucker guy a cigarette. I went outside one beer later to find her waiting in her car, not knowing I'd gone in. So when we went back inside, the trucker guy bought us drinks! Bonus. Like I said, today has been a day of fantastic adventures. 11.17.05/20:36 5 min. of charcoal laced w/symbolism
11.15.05/22:56 punching waves makes me smile
I have to start out this post by telling you how hot and amazing Annie is. I know I say that every time I mention her, but I'm reiterating it now. If you don't believe me, refer to the picture on your left. If I'm lucky, she will come visit me sometime next week.
[annie's page] shameless plug
So I let my friend read this story I submitted to my class today. She read it in like 10 minutes while we were on the bus and she told me she's never talking to me again or going anywhere near me and that she has big, scary dogs. I will take that as a positive review.
[punching waves] short story
That's the edited version. I had to water it down quite a bit just to get it to the point where I felt maybe I could turn it in. I still don't know how it's going to go over. We can only hope my teacher and fellow students have a sense of humor as sophisticated and depraved as mine.
[make me smile] .mp3 file (lyrics) (info)
I don't even like that song. I think it's kind of weak compared with the other songs I'm going to put on short-hand clockspins. Let me know what you think. If enough people tell me not to include it, I definitely won't. I mean, there aren't even any Vikings in it, and what's a song without Vikings? Noise. Worthless and terrible industrial noise. 11.13.05/21:54 paddle on
[paddle on] 1.5 MB (lyrics) (info)
Aside from the excitement of these Vikings, I don't have much else to tell you. I spent a ridiculous allocation of minutes trying to do a half-semester of French homework due tomorrow. Pretty much that sucked rancid donkey genitals. And I finished my third story for Fiction class that may or may not get me in some trouble. I can't help but hope that something spectacular will happen to me this week. Spectacular, I say. 11.10.05/21:53 wraaaaaath.
Um, my car is broken. Not so broken that I can't drive it, but the man tells me it will be like $850 to make it purr sweetly again. It's not even worth that much. $850 would buy me half of a slightly less crummy car, if I even had it. So no way that's going to happen.
I'd sell it to you for $500 dollars, if you'd like.
Keeping with the trend, I did write a new song for today, but it's not done yet. Still needs a little work in the area of chorus and half of the lyrics. Strangely, I've already finished the song for next week, and it's tracked and ready and the pages are done. You might ask if they're interchangeable, and they're not. 11.8.05/00:06 smash hit! and transmission #47
[pete spinning vinyl] 10MB .mov
And the song that's being mixed with sounds from Battlestar Galactica is from this freaking fantastic collection of songs from EarthBound re-done with mixers and live instruments. My personal favorite is The Drugstore Sells Sparks, but they're all pretty great. Go here to check it out, I'm sure the boys at OneUpStudios would appreciate your love.
[smash hit] .mp3 file (lyrics) (info)
That's my newest atrocity, a song so good it's already gone gold in Argentina and it hasn't even been pressed yet. The name is how you know that it's a smash hit, and once you listen to it you'll know why. Probably it's the best song ever written in the past and future history of the world. You're lucky you're alive for its creation. 11.5.05/14:43 dragonfly psychotnik The other day I was sitting in front of my house in my pajamas, drunk and playing guitar and handing out candy to kids I don't know. Later I found out it was Halloween. Looking back, those girls in Oakland had some awfully revealing costumes. Halloween, I think, is definitely the sluttiest holiday. Hands down more slutty than Valentine's Day or Martin Luther King Day.
And I've written a new song. I'm about halfway through my last album. Yes, the last album in this quartet of cartoon-cd cover-acoustic albums I've been devoting such a ridiculous amount of time to. Probably I won't give up music or anything, but maybe I will start spending more time trying to make music with other people who play other instruments.
[dragonfly psychotnik] .mp3 file (lyrics) (info)
If you're looking for something good to read, I recommend you Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. Very innovative and very much like itself and not much else. I finished it this morning, and wouldn't mind lending it to you if you ask nicely. I'm supposed to go guitar shopping with Nick today and plan to strum a few jams at his and Devon and Pete's party tonight. See you there, no? 11.1.05/22:36 the end of the world café
The album should be done sometime this month if we're lucky.
And good things have been happening. I remembered to say 'rabbit rabbit' and I finished this new song. At first, I didn't like it, but it's grown on me. A cancerous little jingle that will overrun your brain if you let it. I think it's rather charming. The song, not cancer. Although everyone is partial to things that grow within themselves, so maybe my own personal cancer will be charming. Definitely kick your cancer's cellular ass.
[end of the world cafe] 2 MB .mp3 file (lyrics) (info)
That's just an appetizer until the rest of the tracks are tracked and mixed and dekita'd. Not much else to say about today except that my story was everything I'd hoped it would be: liked by my classmates, picked apart to pieces by my teacher, and something short I can revise for my final project. The next story will be something a little different, something to make the girls stop coming to class.
And, October's been archiv'd. For those of you who know me in the real life, this month promises to bring monumental changes to the point where you won't even recognize me. I can't be too specific just yet, but soon enough you shall see what I mean when I say what I say and I mean what I mean. 10.31.05/00:00 happy halloween!!
This picture on the right is your Halloween present, a piece of artwork I call 'picking flowers.'
And on a completely unrelated side-note, I fixed my watch, something that brings me much joy.
That's just one of a dozen examples of my good fortune. I finished a new song today that I'm going to post sometime this week, and I finished the album cover for short-hand clockspins. I'm pretty excited 'bout that. In case you're wondering, a short-hand clockspin is roughly 720 minutes. I mean exactly 720 minutes, not roughly. Not at all.
And maybe maybe maybe I will get to go to Guadalajara for Del's wedding. That would be the max-fantastic if it were possible. The only downside is that I'd only have about 1.5 months to learn spanish. I don't like going places where I can't understand what people are saying about me. That's why I don't like going into downtown Pittsburgh. 10.30.05/19:35 keisatsu ni shikarareta
10.26.05/22:21 voodoo doll, my darling
[voodoo doll] .mp3 file [lyrics]
Here's a song unlike anything I've done so far, or maybe it's so completely like everything I've done so far that it blows my mind? I don't know. The pictures actually go along with the superheroine song below, but I just finished them and need to post them somewhere. Somewhere like here. Also, mad thanks to my teachers for lending me books, even though reading eats a lot of time I've realized I don't have this semester, thanks to 18 credits of scholastic self-mutilation. 10.23.05/23:09 practicing deception
[superheroine] 2.1MB .mp3
Our first order of business is a new song I've been working on for the last few days, one that took me 32 tracks to track and even then I had to to an inordinate amount of postproduction to bring it to its full awesomeness. Click here for lyrics. No, don't misread the name as some sort of awesome new drug, the 'e' makes it clear that it's the feminine form of hero.
Secondly, here's a new short story for you. It's for class on Tuesday. I hope it goes over as well as my last one, but it'll be tough to please that crowd of raving lunatics twice in a row. Don't take offense, as all writers are raving lunatics. The good ones, anyway. And for no reason at all, this post is littered with pictures that Jean was good enough to send me from last Sunday.
10.20.05/20:16 doughty, part 2 and the flipside
And the concert last night was freaking fantastic. They played a much longer set than they did in Indy, and did some sweet covers. Unlike the Indy show, nobody paid that Orenda Fink girl any attention, which is okay because she wasn't very good. Kind of a viscous circle, er, I mean, vicious cycle. Freudian slit, um, slip?
Kind of lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, Megan totally blew me off about an hour before I was supposed to leave my house. In retrospect, it's probably better she didn't go because every show I've ever been to with her has been 100% the suck. It ended up being a really good Guitar Class field trip where I got to show Nick what good acoustic rocking looks and sounds like in light of what we've been practicing. 10.20.05/20:16 luck runs thin So I woke up at 8:14 today with explosive diarrhea. It's been kind of a shitty day. To compound matters, I didn't learn these 45 kanji words like I should've, and the quiz tomorrow will rape me. The icing on the cake was when my belt broke and I had to hold my pants up from the Cathedral all the way home.
This girl asks me, "Why don't you just wear pants that fit?"
The real answer? I'm so freakishly skinny that you'd all explode from shock. Like an Ethiopian child minus the pot belly (a side-effect of starvation). Sometimes I seriously wonder if I might have a tapeworm. Not a tiny little stringy parasite, but a mighty snake of a tapeworm the thickness of a Polish sausage spanning a whole metre. 10.17.05/12:24 doughty, part 1 and driving forever
I spent the whole night trying and failing to seduce Amanda. I keep forgetting that she knows all my tricks by now and refuses to fall for them, despite half my best efforts. We drank Brain Wash and talked about side-effects and Jean told Helen Keller jokes and they both had the bartender construct drinks from concepts such as 'something fruity' or 'something blue and tangy' and a few others I forgot.
10.9.05/01:13 down with my sickness
[n. canor video] .mov
I went to Columbiana today to see Crazy Matt and to hang out with Annie. I've not seen her in something like a 1.25 years and it was good times. Even with blonde and bright pink hair, she's still as pretty as ever. We went to that restaurant, you know, the only restaurant in Columbiana. I always forget what it's called. Main Street USA? Not quite a Denny's. 10.6.05/22:32 a lullaby for you
[necare canor] .mp3 file
And here are the lyrics. I wanted it to be like that song from that book, you know, that song that kills people. Just kidding. Although there are times when I'm driving when I wish it weren't just creative fiction.
One final note, the Japanese section is up and running again, with new pages and content you can't even see on this half of the site. Maybe even some stuff you shouldn't be able to see. I translated a little part of it on Google translation and I got this sentence: If there is question, the e-mail please send. English and Japanese, it is good with whichever. 10.1.05/08:02 fliptracks and besides
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So
I'm sorry if peachycomics.com crashes your computer today with the size of
its massive main page. With the end of college approaching, this is
a time for reflection, and what better way to reflect than to bring back
all the dirty old memories of the past? It's all here, from the
embarrassing mistakes in Japanese to all the soul-wrenching subtle
references to fail'd romances and flings.
I
don't know what to do to feel normal again. All my normal methods of
release are failing. I need to find something new to rejuvenate my
creative energies. I have to wake up in six hours, and the sake and
the Tylenol PM are not helping me sleep.
Yesterday was
successful on a number of different levels. For one, I finished my
compilation of pop songs. Also I found some Waffle Crisp cereal
after a week of searching 8 or 9 different supermarkets. Too bad
Amanda's not here to share in my bliss. And I got this 10-shot
revolving-chamber toy dart gun as you can see here. It's got a range
of over 15 feet, which is over 5 yards.
She's gone, just like that.
Of course I miss her. She says she'll come back, but who can tell.
Who can really know how werewolves think? Maybe, just maybe, I'll
have time to do website stuff again. Certainly this will be the only
post I do this week, as I have to sequester myself in this room and do a
report tomorrow and Friday. It's going to be on Hobbes, and no, I
don't mean that Hobbes. The other one. Bad times.
It's also Rabbit
Rabbit Day today, but I doubt I'll remember. You know, the first of
the month. The Wednesday where people who aren't vampires go get ash
put on their foreheads. The last Wednesday before the final spring
break of my undergraduate career.
I
never posted the screen of my super-awesome Tetris score. Not so
much the score as the number of lines, 307, a personal best.
Shockwave Tetris is harder, I think, because the levels don't max out at
20, but keep going until what, 99? I don't know. Someone
better will have to clarify that for me. I can't believe they're
paying me to do this...
If my car were a simcity and
miles were people, it would be a metropolis, and the radio would play the
appropriate metropolis music. Let's hope I don't still have it when
it's a megalopolis.
[
Let's do this
quickly before the sleeping pills kick in. So yesterday I took my
friend to Washington DC, where we stayed with one of her friends on campus
at Georgetown. I awoke to find this nice green envelope on my car.
Just to make it clear your car hasn't been selected to win some random
prize, the envelope says 'parking ticket' in giant letters. 
The next thing we
did, after sleeping on a freezing and hard floor in a sleeping bag of
dubious quality, was to meet Quinn-san at Dupont Circle. He's the
rather genki-looking fellow a few shots down with the teddy bear that
needs no explanation. Or, rather, won't get one here. As the
title indicates, we were going to the embassy for interviews to be gaijin
senseis.
By the way, congrats to
my fellow interviewees in ATL, CHI, and the others from PA. I wish
you all good luck, and I'm glad we all made it through our interviews
without crying. Well, you did. I may not have. It
was, if nothing else, a slightly nerve-racking experience, but I'm
relieved to be done with it and there's nothing to do but wait 'til April
to see what happens. 2 months.
This fraternity-looking
building with the toilet paper in the tree is actually the Embassy of
Malawi. I suspect the diplomats from the Embassy of Cameroon got
really drunk the night before and thought it would be funny. Eric
assures me this is tantamount to a declaration of war. I also
noticed that Israel's embassy is all alone, with no neighbors. How
lonely.
I
thought for sure they'd burn it down. The intent was there, though.
And check out this sweet picture of the carnage right after the game.
It's copyright Nick Cica 2006, so if you copy it without his permission he
will likely hunt you down and put you in a world of PAIN. Thanks for
sending it, Cica-san. I wasn't there. I was in Ohio safely
watching the game and eating wings. I guess there was some SWAT team
action and some car-flipping and smashing of meters and couch burning.
So it's been a long time
since we first got down. Hell, it's been a long time since we last
got down, too. There's been little to no getting down as far as our
master-slave/poster-reader dynamic goes. I'm getting Quinn-like in
my delinquency, and I apologize.
And
what could be so important to put in the steel drum, anyway?
Plutonium? The president's body? Gold bullion? I just
don't know. And if you're willing to waste a whole semi-trailer on
this tiny drum, why not give it a motorcade? The questions go on and
on. The one thing nobody can argue is that this is a pretty freakin'
sweet diagram drawn with the skill.
And winter break is
drawing to a close. I finally beat Dragon Quest, and maybe I can
focus on something else now. It only took me 70+ hours to stumble
through the game. Keiko-sensei found me a class for my schedule, and
This will probably
be my last post for the year. We had some good times this year, to
be sure, and also some bad ones. It's been exactly 392 days since
the last time I had sex, so I'm a little edgy. In fact, I almost
killed two people while I was driving yesterday. It wasn't a
red-letter day for displays of my driving prowess, not as much as usual,
anyway.
Yeah.
It's that time again, time for family gatherings and drinking into
oblivion while Jesus watches. I'll start by saying that my family is
fantastic. That's all I'll say about that. A lot has gone down
in the past few days, forcing me to do an update. The first order of
business is your Christmas present: new Nara-sensei quotes.
[
I feel a lot better about it
now that the feeling is back in my hands and the imprints are gone.
Next time I want to go longer, but my weak circulatory system held me back
a bit. Still, overall, it was a good time. The practice even
has a Japanese name, so that goes hand-in-hand with my interest in
Japanese culture. It's called karada. I'm sure you can
find pictures if you're interested.
That
Stat final was such a whore, she f*ked everyone in that classroom.
The only way I will pass that class is if she f*ked them harder than she
did me and the curve saves me. If not, I will be doomed to repeat
stat next semester and violate my perfect and almost-decided spring
schedule. Like Mighty Casey, I think I struck out. All my
overconfidence and lack of study initiative were the first 2 strikes.
The test was the third.
The most important
thing I have to tell you is that I finished tabbing most of
Today
has been a day of fantastic adventures. I feel so good about it that
I will give you two new songs I had no intention of giving you. The
first one is a really low-key finger-strummin' tune about suns and moons
and stars and the second one, well the second one is just crazy with a
macron'd A. Check out my sweet new happi that Papa Floogle
brought back from his trip to Okinawa oh-so-many years ago.
I
spent all day today writing and tracking a bluegrass song about Vikings.
Not the team, but actual Vikings. If you're expecting a funny and
violent song, you will be disappointed. If you're a fan of Vikings
or bluegrass, though, you might be thrilled and love me.
There were some things I
wanted to tell you about, but I forgot them in a dream and as a result I
no longer remember them in this dream. As you can see, nobody
is safe from my wrath, especially people with large families. Also,
we protested afterward.
Wow, my friends, we have so
much to discuss. By we I mean me, until you say something back.
So I have so much to discuss. There was Nick and Pete and Devon's
party where I got to play guitar for a few people but didn't get to stay,
and Pete did some awesome DJing that would blow your mind if you could see
it...wait, you can! I made a pirate video of the goings on that you
can experience for yourself. Click on the picture or the link to
experience some awesomeness.
It's been a
monumental effort to conceive and sketch and scan and color, but the cover
for shorthand clockspins is done, sort of. There are still a
few things I want to do with it, like maybe give myself some eyebrows or a
reflection inside the TV. Though it should be noted that I am pretty
lazy and content for the time being.
So it might be that
I ran a red light. He said next time I wouldn't be so lucky.
It's kind of good that I got pulled over because my driving hubris was
getting ridiculous. Perhaps he looked at my car and realize I
probably can't even afford the ticket? One can only speculate.
I
can't believe this 22 year-old girl who had sex with a 15 year-old boy is
going to give me a lecture on morality. Hypocrisy?
What's that? Time to shoot the horse in the face and send it to the
glue factory, I'd say. Now that that's out of my system, there's
some business to get down to today.
I've
been getting better at lying. Not that I like to, but it's necessary
practice for my next endeavour, this sick practice of trying to live
interesting fiction in a shishosetsu kind of way. But enough
about that unpleasantness. We've got some taisetsu na youzi
to get down to today on the peachycomics front. Check out all our
sweet muscles.
[
There were still elements of
today that were fantastic, like the french class scavenger hunt where I
had the bright idea of stealing all the pamphlets before anyone else could
get them. When that guy had to make copies and everyone else had to
wait, they were all quite the unhappy. Mwahahahahaha. Jordan
strikes again!
So much to tell, so much
that's only interesting to me and will bore you to tears. Dad
brought me presents from Okinawa, Poterongu (!), sake cups,
Japanese Lucky Strikes, and another thing I won't get until Christmas.
I got to hang out with him and Joyce in Columbus and then see Waldron HS
soccer team suffer a crushing defeat in the shootout after both overtimes.
And the show, wow, the show. Mike Doughty was, of course, amazing
and we were most amazed at just how much he sounds like himself. He
did a solo set in the middle of his show and played some of my favorite
songs and the opening act, Orenda Fink, wasn't bad. I can't wait
until Wednesday so I can compare notes.
Shit,
man. The driving. Grandma's car is superior to mine only in
that I don't feel like it's going to explode randomly. No CD player,
no tape deck, two temperature options (arctic and tropic), and a whole
Ohioful of country music stations and hillbilly morning shows that make me
want to take the nearest off-ramp out of this veil of tears. S'ville
to Earlham to Indy to Earlham to S'ville to home, with a 1.5-hour power
nap in the Flyingest of J's on exit 122 in the deepest depths of central
Ohio. Rush Hour and traffic and sun in my eyes.
Written
in dragon's blood on the flayed skin of a dead angel, I have a new song.
Something to use to sing your kids to sleep, just in time for the
Halloween season. And you wondered where I've been for the last
week? It's just been one long series of disappointments and crying
and praying for quick death.
