Making mistakes left and right. At least I'm honest with my intentions.
Tough Love 2. Every single woman has daddy issues, they're all just crying. I've got my daddy issues sure, I carry them very publicly. There's no reason anyone should meet my father thinking he's a good man. But anyway.... I don't blame him for my inability to succeed in a relationship!
I'm coming down with something, can tell it's gonna be bad.
Making guacamole with Nick soon. Happy.
Australia. Chicago. Soon. Soon soon soon soon.
Christmas shopping all done forever. I can start making money again.
Tough Love 2. Every single woman has daddy issues, they're all just crying. I've got my daddy issues sure, I carry them very publicly. There's no reason anyone should meet my father thinking he's a good man. But anyway.... I don't blame him for my inability to succeed in a relationship!
I'm coming down with something, can tell it's gonna be bad.
Making guacamole with Nick soon. Happy.
Australia. Chicago. Soon. Soon soon soon soon.
Christmas shopping all done forever. I can start making money again.
- Mood:
sick
I have been watching The Batman with my daughter; we average probably three episodes a day.
Like most geeks my age, I dismissed the show at the start, mostly because it dared to be an animated series about Batman that wasn’t Batman the Animated Series. However, I am quickly discovering that, while the show seldom boasts writing as memorable or satisfying as the writing you’d find in its celebrated predecessor, it is really a fine show in its own right.
There is a frantic pace to the action, and the character designs are mostly fantastic, and Gotham itself is likewise incredibly well-designed. Further, as we prepare to finish Season Four, the writing has come into its own. "Artifacts" began with an archaeological descent into a vast cavern which was quickly revealed to be the Batcave... a thousand years from now. Soon, in what was simultaneously a flashback and a flash-forward (which proved to be too much for my linear-minded five-year-old companion), Oracle was guiding Nightwing and a decidedly Frank Milleresque Batman through their latest adventure.
We also get an episode with a happy ending... for the villain; "Seconds" is as poignant and it is implausible, and in the Batman universe, that’s a staggering level of poignancy.
Another highlight is "Two of A Kind," which introduces Harley Quinn, and which is written by Paul Dini, who created her for the '90s series. I actually prefer Harley Quinn's The Batman origin to Dini's "Mad Love" setup in the '90s, and when Batman grimly suggests that Joker intends to exploit Harley, Batgirl replies, "And join us again next week when Batman analyzes the Freudian implications of Penguin's umbrella," which might be the greatest line from any Batman cartoon (though lord knows that Brave and the Bold has had some delightful laugh-out-loud lines of its own.)
Am I alone, here? 'Cause I have grown to seriously adore this cartoon. It balances humor and action and even outright violence about as perfectly as one could want, and even those risks that one would expect to fail usually end up paying off; I hated the look of the Riddler when I spotted his action figure a year or three back, but the Marilyn Manson appearance grew on me rather quickly once I saw it animated; it helps that Robert Englund provides the voice. (We could be here all day discussing the awesome voice casting in this series.)
Has anyone else given The Batman a second chance?
Like most geeks my age, I dismissed the show at the start, mostly because it dared to be an animated series about Batman that wasn’t Batman the Animated Series. However, I am quickly discovering that, while the show seldom boasts writing as memorable or satisfying as the writing you’d find in its celebrated predecessor, it is really a fine show in its own right.
There is a frantic pace to the action, and the character designs are mostly fantastic, and Gotham itself is likewise incredibly well-designed. Further, as we prepare to finish Season Four, the writing has come into its own. "Artifacts" began with an archaeological descent into a vast cavern which was quickly revealed to be the Batcave... a thousand years from now. Soon, in what was simultaneously a flashback and a flash-forward (which proved to be too much for my linear-minded five-year-old companion), Oracle was guiding Nightwing and a decidedly Frank Milleresque Batman through their latest adventure.
We also get an episode with a happy ending... for the villain; "Seconds" is as poignant and it is implausible, and in the Batman universe, that’s a staggering level of poignancy.
Another highlight is "Two of A Kind," which introduces Harley Quinn, and which is written by Paul Dini, who created her for the '90s series. I actually prefer Harley Quinn's The Batman origin to Dini's "Mad Love" setup in the '90s, and when Batman grimly suggests that Joker intends to exploit Harley, Batgirl replies, "And join us again next week when Batman analyzes the Freudian implications of Penguin's umbrella," which might be the greatest line from any Batman cartoon (though lord knows that Brave and the Bold has had some delightful laugh-out-loud lines of its own.)
Am I alone, here? 'Cause I have grown to seriously adore this cartoon. It balances humor and action and even outright violence about as perfectly as one could want, and even those risks that one would expect to fail usually end up paying off; I hated the look of the Riddler when I spotted his action figure a year or three back, but the Marilyn Manson appearance grew on me rather quickly once I saw it animated; it helps that Robert Englund provides the voice. (We could be here all day discussing the awesome voice casting in this series.)
Has anyone else given The Batman a second chance?
I am living in Africa, in a country (Eritrea) which boasts nary a single toy store, yet which inexplicably inspires me (if that's the appropriate word) to devise more elaborate ideas for my toys than ever before.
It's gotten to be a bit much, frankly. One needs an outlet for such intense levels of inner geekery. As such, I am tentatively resurrecting this blog, which used to be called Geek Creek, until I started a new blog consisting of nothing but my toy photos; I then gave the "Geek Creek" name to that new blog, which I haven’t been able to update since August, because our internet access here is so weak that I can’t load photos into PhotoBucket.
Meanwhile, there was another Geek Creek a few years ago, which I deleted sometime around 2006 or 2007, and in the meantime, I have rechristened this blog Frog Monkey Juice Box, which was the name of yet another blog I created (through Blogger, this time) but which I quickly had to abandon (and eventually chose to delete) owing to, again, my move to Africa. (I also deleted my Retrobate blog for the same reason; it was through my Blogger account, too.)
I should craft a timeline of my ridiculous tenure as a blogger; there were also one or two blogs I created to show administrators how easily blogs could be used to communicate with parents, though I never did anything more than a sample test post for either one, and I couldn’t even tell you the URLs, now.
I created another blog for the sole purpose of typing a back-up copy of the handwritten journal I’ve been writing for my daughter since a few months before she was born; I haven’t updated the typed version in several years, and I would struggle to remember its URL, too.
Finally (I think), there was my original LiveJournal blog, Monteland, which I chose to delete last December for a myriad of reasons I won’t go into here. I’d briefly deleted this blog at the same time, but I decided to leave it up (but not update it) because I’d posted several photos at JoeDios.com which linked back to this blog, and I grow weary of all the dead links I’ve created throughout the internet.
I’m posting here again because, as I noted earlier, there are a thousand toy ideas running through my head lately, and I thought it might be fun to share them with friends.
If I opt against it in a week or two and delete this poor blog, I assume no one will be surprised.
In the meantime, I share with you something geeky from The New Yorker:
"Thomas Paine is, at best, a lesser Founder. In the comic-book version of history that serves as our national heritage, where the Founding Fathers are like the Hanna-Barbera Super Friends, Paine is Aquaman to Washington's Superman and Jefferson's Batman; we never find out how he got his superpowers, and he only shows up when they need someone who can swim." (Jill Lepore, The New Yorker, October 16, 2006.)
It's gotten to be a bit much, frankly. One needs an outlet for such intense levels of inner geekery. As such, I am tentatively resurrecting this blog, which used to be called Geek Creek, until I started a new blog consisting of nothing but my toy photos; I then gave the "Geek Creek" name to that new blog, which I haven’t been able to update since August, because our internet access here is so weak that I can’t load photos into PhotoBucket.
Meanwhile, there was another Geek Creek a few years ago, which I deleted sometime around 2006 or 2007, and in the meantime, I have rechristened this blog Frog Monkey Juice Box, which was the name of yet another blog I created (through Blogger, this time) but which I quickly had to abandon (and eventually chose to delete) owing to, again, my move to Africa. (I also deleted my Retrobate blog for the same reason; it was through my Blogger account, too.)
I should craft a timeline of my ridiculous tenure as a blogger; there were also one or two blogs I created to show administrators how easily blogs could be used to communicate with parents, though I never did anything more than a sample test post for either one, and I couldn’t even tell you the URLs, now.
I created another blog for the sole purpose of typing a back-up copy of the handwritten journal I’ve been writing for my daughter since a few months before she was born; I haven’t updated the typed version in several years, and I would struggle to remember its URL, too.
Finally (I think), there was my original LiveJournal blog, Monteland, which I chose to delete last December for a myriad of reasons I won’t go into here. I’d briefly deleted this blog at the same time, but I decided to leave it up (but not update it) because I’d posted several photos at JoeDios.com which linked back to this blog, and I grow weary of all the dead links I’ve created throughout the internet.
I’m posting here again because, as I noted earlier, there are a thousand toy ideas running through my head lately, and I thought it might be fun to share them with friends.
If I opt against it in a week or two and delete this poor blog, I assume no one will be surprised.
In the meantime, I share with you something geeky from The New Yorker:
"Thomas Paine is, at best, a lesser Founder. In the comic-book version of history that serves as our national heritage, where the Founding Fathers are like the Hanna-Barbera Super Friends, Paine is Aquaman to Washington's Superman and Jefferson's Batman; we never find out how he got his superpowers, and he only shows up when they need someone who can swim." (Jill Lepore, The New Yorker, October 16, 2006.)
Bank account dipped to the lowest it's been since I started working full time. I haven't been this poor in years. Panic attack. I have got to stop just giving my friends beers and cigarettes just because I like them. Sorry friends! On the bright side, I have two checks to deposit so that's cool.
Yesterday my dad admitted that one of my brothers is gay. We've all known forever but he just refused to own up to it. But good for him. I saw him in a different light, we laughed a lot last night.
I was gonna dance tonight at DMF at Northside buuuuuut I'm too broke for the bars. UGH.
Yesterday my dad admitted that one of my brothers is gay. We've all known forever but he just refused to own up to it. But good for him. I saw him in a different light, we laughed a lot last night.
I was gonna dance tonight at DMF at Northside buuuuuut I'm too broke for the bars. UGH.
I started a new blog -- since I watch so many movies I thought I'd start a journal where I could archive my thoughts on them, be it good, bad, or gnarly.
hab·it, hab'it, n.
A disposition or involuntary tendency to act constantly in a certain manner, usually acquired by frequent repetition; an addiction or usage; as, the habit of smoking, habit of fault finding; a customary condition, constitution, or characteristic trait
A disposition or involuntary tendency to act constantly in a certain manner, usually acquired by frequent repetition; an addiction or usage; as, the habit of smoking, habit of fault finding; a customary condition, constitution, or characteristic trait
Christmas shopping on the internet. Bingo nights. Booze cruise. Drooling during naps on someone's lap. Drooling over planning for Hawstralia. Biggest hickey of my life (surprise attack). Chipotle every day, cut out the tortilla to save calories. Colored tights, thigh high socks, dresses. Movie star crushes. Work alone mostly. Heart breaking, at least I am upfront and honest. I only leave Clifton to work or to school, never to hangtown. Mexican night planned, making guacamole. Downloading my past via music. Downloading my past via cologne. Boobs a-growin'! Podcast making. Life life life life life.
love.
love.
- Mood:
bored
My HK collection is on the verge of creepy at this point embarrassing.
Doing boob stuff today. What a woman.
Text from my last night "Ok I'm going to lay this out real clear, if you ever want to get drunk and get laid let me know, that's all I'm looking for right now." 1- I am a really straight forward person and I'm not sure I would even say that. 2- I told you hours before this text that I did not need or want sex at the moment. 3- I quit seeing you months ago because I didn't want as serious of a relationship as you did so "that's all I'm looking for right now" is very unnecessary since I'm really not looking for anything. 4- I'll let you know, boo.
Yesterday I worked from 9-6 and a total of three people came in. Wow.
third graders holding hands
indians and pilgrims celebrating newfound lands
they tried to teach me that at school
make the white man look superior, it's always been their rule
now I can't believe we celebrate Thanksgiving as a holiday of unity and peace
if I had my way, we'd all dress in black
and daddy would serve up the white meat
'cause genocide is nothing to celebrate, extinction doesn't deserve a parade
and we perpetuate these lies with the turkeys that we buy
I tried explaining to my mom but she's too afraid to admit to herself
that her race is a killing machine
take a look around your town and who do you see?
the Native American is surprisingly absent in his own indigenous land
do you want to know why? it's 'cause we killed them all
it's not that hard to understand
so I go to college and you know what I learned?
that 80 million people were killed
by my grandpa, your grandpa, and all of their friends
they bleached out our continent but that's not the end
the last full blooded Aborigine died a century ago
if it's possible there's a place in the southern hemisphere
with a history even worse than our own
no one finds it peculiar
that a tropical island is full of people just like you and me
but Australia's a piece of shit floating in the Pacific
buoyed by the blood of the Aborigine
buoyed by the blood of the Aborigine.
indians and pilgrims celebrating newfound lands
they tried to teach me that at school
make the white man look superior, it's always been their rule
now I can't believe we celebrate Thanksgiving as a holiday of unity and peace
if I had my way, we'd all dress in black
and daddy would serve up the white meat
'cause genocide is nothing to celebrate, extinction doesn't deserve a parade
and we perpetuate these lies with the turkeys that we buy
I tried explaining to my mom but she's too afraid to admit to herself
that her race is a killing machine
take a look around your town and who do you see?
the Native American is surprisingly absent in his own indigenous land
do you want to know why? it's 'cause we killed them all
it's not that hard to understand
so I go to college and you know what I learned?
that 80 million people were killed
by my grandpa, your grandpa, and all of their friends
they bleached out our continent but that's not the end
the last full blooded Aborigine died a century ago
if it's possible there's a place in the southern hemisphere
with a history even worse than our own
no one finds it peculiar
that a tropical island is full of people just like you and me
but Australia's a piece of shit floating in the Pacific
buoyed by the blood of the Aborigine
buoyed by the blood of the Aborigine.
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