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  1.  (1601.1)
    Ia! Ia! Cthulhu f'htagn!: Ph'nglui mglw'nfah Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

    You all know the drill. Saturday Night Open Mic is for getting things off your chest, talking crap back at me, telling me what you're doing, telling me what you're planning, and detailing the ferocious, tear-stained and muscle-ripping masturbation sessions over my icon that 24.2% of my old Livejournal audience confessed to in 2006.

    Tell me about the future. Tell me what the future looks like. Tell me what you want the future to be. Tell me what you want to be in the future.

    In previous times, people have had to form salons, committees and secret societies in order to attempt to induce the future. Is this what is now required? Have you ever considered this? Are we still too chained to our Elder Gods, even now, to really want to bring on a big dose of The Shock Of The New?

    Vent, dance, slur, vomit, confess, make me squirm uncomfortably in my chair. Tell me things. I am your Internet Priest, and I love you all.

    Why the hell else would I still be here?
  2.  (1601.2)
    I'm having a lot of fun ripping out Micro Fiction at my site -- -- getting a lot of traffic specifically for it.

    I know you've done the same thing, Mr. Ellis, what was the most important thing you learned from that? From posting original fiction to the internets?
  3.  (1601.3)
    I've just spilled hot chocolate over the carpet. looks like my arse exploded.
    • CommentAuthorDonburiBoy
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    I'm spending Saturday night alone in the used bookstore that employs me.

    I've just returned from a vacation to Peru & Bolivia that was immensely satisfying. Now it's time to get back into my routine here in Vancouver, and add some new things to it. Chiefly, spending time with my new girlfriend and finding time to write new and exciting things.

    If anyone would like to kill some time, I've compiled a directory of comics made available for free on the internet.

    As for what I want out of the future, I'd be really happy if we could just be a little nicer to each other.
  4.  (1601.5)
    I personally think the future is going to be very boring, because every truly neat idea will be voted down by committee, or we won't even realise how exciting it all is because we're trying to work out how to make it work (limitless mobile internet... I'm looking at you).

    The shock of the future will be a manual in every language including Lolcat.

    I learnt this week that an old, red Citroen AX can be driven with a clutch that is, for lack of a better term, broken. But you need to be at least 55 years old in order to do so.

    I am sick to death of making plush toy Bunnys for people. It's sad really.

    I became bored as soon as I worked out I can't streamline the process any more than it already was. All the mad tinkering challenge was gone. Oh woe. But it's facilitating continued comic making, so I suppose it's impolite to grumble.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    The future is unwritten but it's going to happen nonetheless.

    I just finished my second novel. Here's hoping the fucking future has a place for it. If not, I'm more than willing to carve one out.

    (The new Guy)
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    I'm distrustful of pushes for the future that are disdainful of the past. Right now this is because I've been studying up on China's oppression of Tibet and how so much of was justified in Chinese eyes because the people were seemingly enslaved to hidebound tradition. It's just that a truly progressive revolution would allow for leaders to be replaced, not give them room to protect their own status until they die, as Chairman Mao was allowed.

    I can only see the future by looking back. Perhaps that's a pity. But I don't see people trying to escape the mistakes made before and thus we continuously repeat them. Liberation comes in many shapes and colors but it's almost always been folly to force it on others. In the end Sysiphus may indeed be more free than you or I, but in the same way we would not appreciate it if he had us push a rock up a hill endlessly, he would see no freedom in the lives we lead.

    So I see more of the same, but with different colors and shapes. And maybe China will give Tibet autonomy. Yeah... and maybe the U.S. will come up with an appropriate plan that will result in democracy in Iraq.

    It's part openmindedness. It's part utter cynicism.
  5.  (1601.8)
    Hey, um FUCK! I would be at work now, but they shut the show down cause the art was controversial, and people were coming in and threating to put a boot through the monitors playing the videos. Calling Gallery assistants pagan godless plauges on society. Whats fucked is that 1- this is censorship, 2 I am pout of work til the gallery un-suspends the show...(IF THEY DO). anyway, thats why I am home on a saturday....
      CommentAuthorGreg SBB!
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    I turn 30 in a couple of months and the prospect of it scares the bejesus out of me. To misquote Talking Heads "This is not my mediocre life, how did I get here?".

    I agree with whoever it was upthread, the future is going to be a lot more boring than people think. Where's my jetpack?
  6.  (1601.10)
    I've got 5,000 words due in 5 days and for some reason I don't really care.
    It's like there isn't enough pressure for me to make a serious run at it.
    Work for my South Park dissertation and an essay about how international conflict is reported.

    I fancy some pizza. And yes, it does look like your arse exploded.

      CommentAuthorBexx B.S.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    Last night was wonderful. Nothing says awesome like a house full of your closest fiends! all getting drunk - and then making the walk to the club en mass. It's a monthly ritual for us, you see.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    I have a love/hate relationship with The New. I don't like looking backwards, but want a shock to the system to get me involved in looking forward a little more.

    For me, the future looks like America, albeit temporarily. A large trip planned, in which I shall travel from coast to coast, missing almost all the interesting bits, and concentrating on a mere handful of places. Only 2 months of it, but I'm really looking forward to that.

    Beyond there, the future is getting myself a place in Bristol; hopefully furthering my education; getting on the path to a job I enjoy (after thought about what sort of job I would enjoy, of course).

    No venting, slurring or vomiting right now; I'd need more alcohol to get going, and I don't really want to drink just yet.

    I saw a talk by Grant Morrison on YouTube the other day, and, whilst I believe him to be mildly insane (great writer, but still), have actually tried one of the things he was talking about: the idea of making a sigil. I'm skeptical, but curious to see what, if anything, will come of it; after all, he really seemed to believe it.
  7.  (1601.13)
    I am home alone all weekend with nothing to do. I could go out but the pubs serve nothing but lager brewed from tramp piss, I don't know anyone locally and I don't want to know anyone who would go out to the shit pubs and clubs in this cultural backwater where people get bullied at school for NOT wanting to fuck their own sister. Everyone worth talking to will be where I am now, sat at home in a badly lit room trying to pretend they live somewhere else. Unless they've managed to escape.

    So here I am, spending my Saturday night installing Wordpress 2.5 and doing laundry. In a while I'll get a few hours of studying done for my BA in Art History. If I am still conscious after the case studies on Albrecht Durer and Pieter Bruegel I'll clear some space on my Sky HD box by watching Lost and the second part of The Colour of Magic.

    If there is a word for the opposite of 'libertine' then that is what I am today.

    The silence and peace of an empty house is fantastic though. I'm going to live on my own soon. As soon as I can afford the rent...
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    Speaking of masturbating ferociously:

    A week and three days ago, my boyfriend of the past four years had a fit of confused idiocy and broke up with me. He called me up twelve hours later to tell me he'd "made a terrible mistake but still thought it was the right thing to do". Inherent logical contradictions aside, this is not the ideal thing to say to a newly ex-girlfriend - especially if you plan not to call back for a week. I'm a girl who likes clean breaks, i.e. we're broken up now, I'm not giving back your stuff and we are never going to speak again. I don't want to hear that you "want nothing more than to get back together", because that makes two of us, and it makes the whole thing even more senseless and arbitrary. I don't like this.

    Knowing that it's entirely his fault makes matters somewhat easier for me, but only to the higher functioning parts of my brain. The more primitive chunks seem to be duking it out: the part that makes me pout all day, laze about and cry at random times, entirely without the consent of my frontal lobes; and then... the part that seems a little bit too excited to be released from this long-term, standard, heterosexual monogamy. Which brings me to the "masturbating ferociously" part.

    I don't want to get into trouble with rebounds. But I'm falling in love with EVERYONE. Clearly I'm not thinking straight, because I'm announcing this to Whitechapel, not to mention to you, Internet Jesus (yes, I'm a little in love with you too right now). Is my libido supposed to explode after a breakup, or am I just filthy?

    Well, you said to make you squirm uncomfortably. I'm squirming, that's for damn sure.

    As for the future, I can only hope that mine doesn't involve kissing questionable suitors.

    More immediately, I expect that my future involves regretting posting this.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    The future looks like Spike Milligan's Bed Sitting Room.

    "God save Mrs Ethel Shroake, Long live Mrs Ethel Shroake, God save Mrs Ethel Shroake of 393A High Street, Leytonstone"

    I bought a house. Someone crawled underneath and kicked out the pipes, selling them for the price of a few drinks. My backyard was littered with my neighbors' mail, undelivered. The wall next door was tagged with SpongeBob. Life is good.

    SquarePants Posse
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    What am I doing?

    Working on integrating my podcast ( ) with a new comic book news website. or saying fuck it and doing my own thing.

    Working on making audio commercials (promos) for graphic novels. Hoping I can actually get permission of the graphic novel creators to play them/send them to other podcasts to play.

    Working on my podcasting mixer setup.

    Playing way too much World of Warcraft.

    Neglecting my writing more than ever, though I did have a piece I wrote read on the morning news today.

    Fighting with my university because they don't recognize ADHD as an issue unless it was catalogued while you were a child, so if you were too poor to seek psychological consultation you're fucked.

    Wishing jetpacks and laser guns were the answer.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    To me the idea that people have to band together in order to bring about their view of the future is no suprise. Indeed, it seems like common sense. Though, this is coming from a guy whose boss constantly talks up the idea of forming a militia. Though this week I may have finally turned his thinking away from being completely reactionary. Unfortunately this now means that I have to convince him of better ways to spread his message than becoming a bearded homeless man wearing nothing but a sandwich board

    I've been feeling like I'm not putting enough energy into my prescene online, but I've been getting lots done as far as my personal goals go. I feel like I need to draw inward and hide in order to change my surroundings.

    This is also sounding like an angsty livejournal entry.

    For the longest time, I've wanted to build this house. According to that link someone already has. Great, another reason to travel to Japan.
  8.  (1601.18)
    Been tearing through some pages on 2 comic projects. Which is probably not quite as fast as it sounds, but there's been a lot of progress compared to recent months, where paint lost out to an unsuccessful house-buying search. Trying not to think about the future right now, let it happen when it happens, I have enough on my thought plate in the here & now. But yeah, we're probably hobbled by those elder gods.

    Next week I'm having a new-apartment-warming party, celebrating that I have a place big enough for a party and my cat's 16th birthday.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    Spent the first part of the day at the mall, getting the rest of my marrying suit together. 11 days to go!

    Will spend the rest of the night eating pot stickers, drinking lots of beer, and watching my friends drunkenly do the karaoke.
    • CommentTimeMar 29th 2008
    This year has been punctuated by the start of my career. I'm curating my first group art exhibition at a gallery while being the illustrator for a web comic with a friend of mine while being the organizing and getting-shit-done force with my art collective all the while working towards an illustration career that is beginning to earn me money.

    A friend of mine offered me a chance to really kick my life off - by essentially buying me my own silkscreen studio to run for printing t-shirts and art as silkscreen is my main focus over the oil painting that I've been entertaining myself with for the past two years. He'll pay me to run the place and the shop he's buying will be two swift blocks from my apartment.

    It'll mean I get to quit my day job at the intensely disorganized workplace and be in charge of production and also I'll have a studio to make sweet sweet love to ink in a way I haven't experienced since I left college.