compulsive compartmentalization

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There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person. - G.K. Chesterton

Archive for August, 2004

School, work, libraries, and windows

Monday, August 30th, 2004

It’s been a few days and no word on the last batch of sketches I mailed to the guy. Either he didn’t get them, or he’s lamenting the money he spent on the commission. I suppose I should email him.
In the meantime, I’m in the library trying to come up with a topic [...]

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whoring my skills part 2

Friday, August 27th, 2004

Another day, another set of mediocre sketches. So the guy wasn’t too impressed with the poses I sent last time. So I sketch a few more ideas. But not before I draw this girl whose talent is leaning on thin air and this random old guy for the fun of it.
And by [...]

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decompartmentalization and whoring of skills

Wednesday, August 25th, 2004

It was brought to my attention that I never talk about drawing, or music, or Sarah, or much of anything other than memories I have or things that have happened to me recently. The more I think about it, the more I think that’s true and so I’m making an effort to branch out [...]

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haiku posting

Tuesday, August 24th, 2004

Here’s what’s on my mind this morning:
At school so early
I have no problem parking
Now to kill three hours

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i am iron man…sharpen me.

Friday, August 20th, 2004

I am nothing if not a conglomeration of mannerisms that I have stolen from other people.
I don’t think I do this on purpose…it just sort of happens. It doesn’t bother me as much when I take phrases and intonations from people I like (it makes me feel like a loser with no personality of [...]

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that’ll teach ‘em to take my parking spot

Thursday, August 19th, 2004

I got up at the butt crack of dawn and left for school at the same time my wife went to work. So I got on campus around 7:40…for my 11:00 class. Needless to say there was plenty of parking. So I leisurely walked over to the student center, got some coffee, [...]

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hunting permits and fits of rage

Wednesday, August 18th, 2004

Yesterday I spent a good 45 minutes driving around campus looking for a place to park. Do you know how long 45 minutes is when you’re competing with 400 other people for parking spots that aren’t there. It’s about 5 hours long.
I haven’t been as mad as I was yesterday in a long [...]

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My window to the world

Monday, August 16th, 2004

It’s time once again to look out my window and report to my readers what exactly is going on. This is something I’m sure each and every one of you has been trying to imagine for some time now. Well, no need to flex your imaginations…I’ll tell you.
Across the street the neighbors have [...]

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recollections from a prometheus male

Wednesday, August 11th, 2004

Middle school, the 8th grade in particular, was the most miserable experience of my childhood. It was that year that I suddenly found myself a complete and utter introvert…and there’s no creature more miserable than an introverted, awkward-looking 14 year old with protruding ears. If middle school were the animal kingdom (and the [...]

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recalcitrant lines

Tuesday, August 10th, 2004

I was sitting here just now pillaging my brain for those great ideas that I had when I was jogging the other day, but it seems I left them two streets over. So, instead of the profound and insightful I give you the profoundly absurd and unfinshed nonesense that is this poem.

Cedric Deets was [...]

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Beach report…brian escapes unscathed

Sunday, August 8th, 2004

Well, we just got back from the beach not too long ago. Beautiful weather…it was actually chilly one evening. Sarah is sun burnt on the backs of her legs (she neglected to put sun tan lotion there) and is out of commission on the couch. I for once escaped with no [...]

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the mighty hand of articulation

Wednesday, August 4th, 2004

I have known one person in my life who articulated every single word she said. I mean every word. If something was important…it was ImporTanT. And if something didn’t happen, she would tell you that it DiDn’T happen. Clearly, this had to have taken many hours of practice. While other [...]

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time is on your side…not mine.

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004

I thought that when I was out of the warehouse…free from the daily grind…that I would have all this time to work on comics…read…run through fields of daisies with grandiose music in the background, but the truth is that nature abhors a vacuum. And as a result it seems that all my time has [...]

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An Open Letter to Cracker Barrel

Monday, August 2nd, 2004

Dear Cracker Barrel,
On Friday, July 30, 2004, I had the pleasure of eating at one of your fine establishments. I’m not sure of the restaraunt number, but it also had a huge store in the front of it and was located on a highway. My wife and I browsed through the [...]

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