Today, I'm in a vile mood.
Uhm. Maybe not exactly:/
I am not in a mood for anything. No work, no play, no xmas sweets, no films, no nothing.
Feels like going outside to kick cans, like in the movies.
I just want to destroy something beautiful (a-la Jack from Fight Club) but even in that case,
I feel kinda bored. Like nothing has a point, no meaning.
It's like anything of essence has gone off. Like a year-old candy-cane. Or something.
It's SO annoying! Not fair! Everyone is giddy happy and jolly and I'm like MEH!
Being happy for no reason is a tad annoying, no offense to you guys. It's not you, it's me.
I'm a bit peculiar.
Well, have a very merry Christmas.
I'll have myself a Saturday.
Our 6th Con's being held April 8-9-10th @ Greek-American Union's building, as always.
Among our guests: Chris Ware (ACME NOVELTY LIBRARY, JIMMY CORRIGAN) and Alan Davis (UNCANNY X-MEN, CAPTAIN BRITAIN, CLANDESTINE).
Also: BATMAN: YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW exhibition featuring artwork of Bob Kane and Bill Finger, Neal Adams, Frank Miller, Pepe Moreno, Paul Pope and Jiro Kuwata.
Also, my comic-book "COMICS and Stuff*" is being published. It's going to be officially released and unleashed at the Con, so stay tuned!
Found it on The Telegraph site. There's something poetic in that photo.
Dunno what, I'm not a poet, but it kinda makes me feel like "Oi, there's STUFF going on and .. AAAWWWWW LOOK, IT'S XMAS...!" :P
(Ironic? ME? I'd never..! )
Since I don't believe, I'll re-post a Dalek (posted it before on deviantart and twitter and such)
-May the Daleks bless eeeeveryone!
-DAAAALEKS DO NOT BLESS! DAAAALEKS ARE SUPEEEERIORRRRR!!!!
(01/11/2010. Auto scheduled for 07/11/2010 - testing)
Recently I bought a pack of a beverage called Yogi Tea. It's an ayurvedic tea (tho' I'm not into ayurveda and it's not a tea, because it doesn't have ANY tea inside, it's an infusion :P.
It's of "Classic" flavour, which is described right below that as "Cinnamon Spice". Cinnamon's good, so I bought it. It was worth it. REALLY nice.
But what I found really interesting was that this tea infusion was in a way like fortune cookies.
Every teabag (oh, you pervs:P) had a small phrase in the paper holding the thread of the bag. The phrase was always something good, about ego-boosting, not being too depressed and things that are supposed to be heart-warming and such. And by devilish coincidence, every time I wasn't feeling well and reached for a tea-bag... the phrases were like answers to my thoughts.. REALLY CREEPY.
I don't believe in fate or thngs like that, fuck you Yogi Tea, you maybe delicious but you're not my.. eh... Sorry, I'm ranting. To a tea packet.
Anyway, these things are meant to be good, right? And may be good for some but, to be honest, they creep me out and usually depress me more. Haha, funny.
I took some photos tho', with my trusty LG Optimus. The first one is my all time fav photo, the best -as a concept- I've ever shot.
(That was actually the answer to the thoughts: "Blargh I am a crappy artist" I must get better but I don't have the potential SIGH" )
I was tagged by Chris to make a list with ten things I love and to also tag 10 people to do this.
I don't know who'd want to do this, or who reads my posts regularly, so I "free tag" whomever would like to do this.
It's a bit difficult for me to list the things I love, I dont know for sure what I love, but I'll try...
No order whatsover.
2. Great Britain. I like almost every aspect of their culture, always did, always will. If I lived there I'd be gay (old meaning). And maybe I'd be Tennant or Simm if I was offered the position :P(not a fangirl, I want to be them:P).
[DW fan alert]
3. Japan. Voted by the majority as the nation most likely to be extra terrestrial. If I lived there I'd most prolly be: a) a hikikomori, b)part of a background filling mangaka team or, c) dead.
4. Tea. I could eat tea, dream tea, speak tea, even FUCK tea. Tea is great. Really. True story.
5. Books/comics/manga. I like this papery feeling. Makes my fingers prickly.
7. Cosplay. I am a jerk, I know. The world is full of jerks, face it, I am one of the harmless ones (maybe). But I like this hobby. I also like the friends I've made through that, or the friends that joined me (nakamatachi!).
[If you dont know what cosplay is, its ok. No love lost there.]
8. Snow. White and pure as my heart will never be (or people in general).
9. Madagascarian vanilla.
10. Biting, sucking, eating. Maybe something odd happened in the womb while I was a tadpole. I like using my mouth to suck my thumb, bite my nails, pencils, bite whatever. Makes me concentrate. I also lick my teeth when I 'm thinking about bad things:P(lame, I know).
Feel free to tag yourselves and friends (I'm cheap haha that's cheating). If you know me in person you can tell me your 10 things when you meet me :)
Adieu for now. Going to kick some aluminum sheets.
I was sent an email, stating that I had the opportunity to acquire $9 million from a bank in Burkina Faso if I posed as the next of kin of a client of said bank. BUUUULLSHIIIIT :P
I've seen millions of these spam letters and I was always curious about who answers those and, if they did, what would the answer back be (if any)? Prolly not, but anyways...
So there goes, I was in a stupid mood and send them an email :P
From Mr. Octavio A. Victal.
Dare Friend,
My name is Mr. Octavio A. Victal, I am the credit officer with African Development Bank of (A.D.B) Ouagadougou Burkina Faso.
I have a business proposal in the tune of ($9 Nine Million Us Dollars) after the successful transfer; we shall share in ratio of 40% for you and 60% for me.
I want to front you in the bank so that you can apply for the claim of fund as the next of kin to our late customer Mr. Steve Moore.
who died years ago with his entire family while on holidays and several attempt has being made to locate his family without success.
You should understand that as an insider in the bank i will do every thing possible to protect your interest and to make sure that i follow things up
as soon as you are willing to work this out with me because i will not want this money to go into the government purse.
You can confirm the geniuses of the deceased death by clicking on this web site XXXXXXwebsiteXXXXXXX
Should you be interested, please contact me through my private email (xxxxxxmailxxxx) so we can commence on all arrangements and I Will give you more information on how we would handle this project.
Please treat this business with utmost confidentiality and send me the Following information:
(1) Full names:
(2) Private phone number:
(3) Current residential address:
(4) Occupation:
(5) Age and Sex:
Thanks for your co-operations
Mr. Octavio A. Victal
Call me for more information’s
Tel; +226-7899-8337
Dear Mr Octavio,
I am much saddened to hear about Mr Steve Moore's death, a fact that undoubtedly would have you so shocked after those years. I can understand your shock and sadness because you spelled "dear" wrong and used punctuation marks in an erroneous way, but that is purely understandable, since you are grieving for your presumably deceased customer and his family.
What eludes me, kind sir, is the way that I can apply as the next of kin, since I have no apparent connection to the late and unfortunate Mr Moore.
But, in anyway, I think that it's far better than leaving those funds unclaimed so that the government claims them... I am sure that the Burkina Faso government
has already too many funds, that to take the funds of the dead too.
Another matter is that, by acting as the next of kin I would put myself in danger of committing the crime of false impersonation and fraud.
Thus, I can't imagine myself to sound bold, if requesting to share the aforementioned 9 million US dollars in 60% percent for me and 40% for you,
because the crime will befall on my hands and not yours, kind sir. The authorities will believe I am the culprit and that I deceived you, thus arresting me
and leaving you. I would surely not want to be arrested in Burkina Faso or here in the UK where I reside, because I am a Japanese citizen
but I act as a (4) logistics provider and investigating consultant for the Metropolitan Police, in the department of Scotland Yard.
If I was to be arrested I would undoubtedly be deported back to my country, where rather strict laws apply for persons that commit international fraud .
That would be really unfortunate if it was to happen.
My name is (1) Quillsh W. Watari and I am greatly sorry that I cannot disclose my (3) residential address and (2) telephone number yet, due to my position in the Metropolitan Police.
And to be honest I cannot fully trust you yet, dear sir. As for the other information, I am (5) 63 years old and I am a male.
But you obviously know all of these because you sent me this email on the sole interest of trusting me,
so I believe you've already done a background check on me to test my integrity and brilliance of mind.
For this I thank you. You flatter me, kind sir, to the bottom of my heart.
Therefore, I will try my best to trust you as well, so that we bring this matter to a full completion and success with utmost confidentiality.
I look forward to hearing from you, Watari W. Quillsh
Metro.Pol. investigative consultant and logistics provider
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots...
I got no friends in the immediate surroundings.
I got no one to talk to (except maybe one that I don't like bothering all the time with my shit..). I can only write those stuff here sometimes, so I won't forget them. I don't feel like I have a blog to have an audience, no one would be so concerned about my everyday life, anyways (and that's not a plea for audience nor comments..).
I got almost no money, hence, no outdoors life. Sorry, I am a loser. It's not like I don't wanna see anyone, I just can't at the moment. I promise to make up soon. (To whom it may concern.)
I got myself a book read today. It was about a woman that killed her husband because she couldn't have it anymore, a man that killed a woman because he wanted to love her while she was slipping away from life and some women that chopped corpses up in little pieces.
I sometimes wonder how it is to kill out of love. I know how it is to hurt out of love or passion, but killing eludes me. Maybe it's not the sanest thing to say, sometimes I think people are afraid of ideas, of thoughts.. Just by thinking something like that makes you a person that's not afraid to think beyond certain borders perhaps, not a killer. Would such an act satisfy a person or the feeling would be fleeting, leaving them with a bitter aftertaste? I wouldn't know, I can only imagine.
And now you may think I'm weird and chances are I may really am. It's almost 5 am and I was working since I woke up, while watching Doctor Who. That's pretty average and non-weird to me. What's weird is being afraid to express yourself because others will think you're weird or scary. People have gone so "elite" that negative/grotesque/philosophical/pessimistic thinking is taboo. Communities though, and general groups of people are made from people. And people are of different sorts. Damn right, they are.
It's so sad having so many thoughts inside you and no one to fully understand you. But that's the problem in general. It's applied everywhere.. 'thing is, self, you are really boring me sometimes. And some other times you are tiring me, because I'm tired of me being you and you being me. As you're tiring the good people that usually pretend to be friends just to go away after earning your trust. You're as tiring as this world.
Maybe it's the booze talking but I hardly ever drink. It's all a mess, I must make myself believe I am happy, even tho' I sometimes aren't at all, or other times just aren't. People appreciate the nice and comfy feeling of everything apparently going ok, nice and happy, here go go, keep up, be cheerful. What do people have to be cheerful about? Yeah, ok, I know, I have things to look forward that make me happy, but *every* time after that the feeling vanishes into thin air and there I am, alone and gray. Dull. Cold. Pointless.
I suppose that it's like that for everyone, I don't have the sole privilege of feeling like that. We are all crazy diamonds, but shipped in separate boxes, wrapped up in bubble wrap. Bubble wrap may be fun but if stuffed down your throat can kill you just as everything potentially shoved down your throat.
So, with fun or without, you will all die some day. Just leave other people be as bitter or as different they are made to be. And have an open mind. It's a friendly reminder.
___________________________
These days agenda: Working,
finished reading a book, maybe starting another soon,
reading a manga series I read every week, maybe starting another,
playing (still) Phoenix Wright on DS,
watching an anime, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, watching a series, Doctor Who,
making a test hand for a cosplay project,
drinking English Breakfast tea and forgeting the cup in the microwave oven, sleeping (or not) in abnormal hours and quantities.
(and the winner is: watching)
________________________________________ I am officially 28 years old. I don't know how I should feel about that. I don't feel anything at all.
_______________________
WTF moment of the day: My cat jumped out of my window to the back yard again and I had to go get her. Oo, the excitement.. WTF musical instrument of these days: My straw LOLWUT fact: People laughing after seeing two girls buying aluminum sheets. Apparently, a hilarious sight for men. Lelouch Lamperouge is a prick. Finished that and still a prick. Harakiri deserving moment: Every day I keep drinking water to the point I can't anymore and I am still thirsty. Damn summer, damn heat. Fuck you summer (recurring theme these days)
reading a book (finished another 3, they were quite good, too bad the author died without finishing the other 7 he intended to...),
writing an article about manga with food (man, I'm HUNGRY!!),
reading 3 manga of the aforementioned genre in the same time,
playing Phoenix Wright on DS,
partially watching an anime,
drinking English Breakfast tea and forgeting the cup in the microwave oven, sleeping (or not) in abnormal hours and quantities.
(and the winner is: reading)
WTF moment of the day:
music from the Death Note soundtrack airing on the radio at around 7 o'clock in the morning. WTF musical instrument of these days:
the dreaded vuvuzela. LOLWUT fact:
too difficult to find 1mm aluminum 5052 H32 plates in the capital of Greece (or just any aluminum, the 5052 H32 bit it's a plus for making people go "..HUH..?!" Lelouch Lamperouge is a prick.
Period. No matter what other people say. "I'm gonna use you up and then throw you away like garbage, kufufufufufu..." Way to go, Lelouch... Great morals, this anime :P Harakiri deserving moment:
I spelt "Mikael Blomqvist" as "Mikael Blomkvist". *sigh*
I was tagged on FB with a music tag I liked, so I thought I'd post it here as well :)
(- Sing only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions.
- Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think!)
Pick your Artist: Pink Floyd
Are you a male or female: A New Machine
Describe yourself: A Saucerful Of Secrets
How do you feel?: Wearing The Inside Out
Describe where you currently live: Cluster One
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?: Southampton Dock
What is your job? Learning To Fly
Your favorite form of transportation: Echoes
Your best friend was/is: Money
You and your best friends are: Us And Them
What's the weather like: Terminal Frost
Favorite time of day: Eclipse
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: The Final Cut
What is life to you: Sorrow
Your relationship: Wish You Were Here
Your Fear: Waiting For The Worms
What is the best advice you have to give: Run Like Hell
Thought for the Day: Sheep
How I would like to die: Let There Be More Light
My soul's present condition: What Do You Want From Me
My motto: One Of These Days (I'm Going To Cut You Into Little Pieces)
Favorite song by this artist: Shine On You Crazy Diamond
It's my younger brother's birthday today and I promised to spam people further with a song he wrote (collaboration with a friend of his). Sorry, it's in Greek, but foreigners can enjoy the music.
It's called Χωρίς Πληρωμή (Without Payment) and the two friend group Κούφια Καπέλα (Hollow Hats)
Boy, I love checking out the weird keywords people use to stumble on my blog. I can never understand tho'... Some of them are SO obscure that don't have anything to do with the blog, yet, people visit it regardless... I mean.. why on earth would you click on "The Sleep Deprived 21th Century Psycho [ver 2.0F]" when searching for, dunno.. let's say "underage midget semi-porn literature". The blog's title is way beyond this search-subject and there's bound to be a small summary in the search results, which would clearly inform the person searching, that this blog is not about underage midget semi-porn literature...
But I could never understand people, so I won't try now...
Here goes then!
(this blog has less keywords than the previous, but anywayz..)
"francesca tronetti " She's an anthropologist, apparently. I think it maybe got linked because of the rss feeds on the right
is it bad for flautists to smoke?
99% the person who wrote that is a greek.... it's FLUTISTS, man... And yeah, smoking's bad for you whether a FLUTIST or not, so snap out of it:P
slod load fuking tobe sleeping
I can't even imagine imagining what this could be... Sounds like "it's a long road for king to be sleeping" tho.. Funny :P
wrong side of town ver online
No, dear sir, there wasn't any online version of this movie released, but maybe they ought to net-release it only (haven't seen it, but, I sometimes respect 3.8 out of 10 IMDB stars....)
elli moka
Oh!! I love you! That's my name! Bullseye!!!
kyle hotz, greeceVery kind man, met him this year along with his family, I love his inkwork, it's blacker than black.
"sleep deprived" "psycho" guy anime
I may use words like "dude" or "fuck" or "bitch" but I'm not a guy.
cca2010
I love calling Comicdom Con Athens like that ahah (oh, that and 'DomCon :P)
flickr comicdom con 2010 I have a flickr but no fotos from this year's Con, soooorry
naoki urasawa Urasawa-sensei... *sigh*
sleep in this century
I'd say no sleep in the century but it's still 2010, so who knows...
special person you want to annoy
Hahahahahaha why on earth you'd want to annoy a special person? (Special person= prime minister? a wizard? an autistic person? your wife? Please specify).
Hope more weird keywords turn up, can't wait to see :D
Finally, I've made a background skin for my blog, hope you like.
I also used the same, with some alterations, on my Twitter profile :)
(I wish I could make the center block semi-transparent -maybe at 70%-80% white- but anywayz..)
(Sensei) Naoki Urasawa's song, he wrote that for 20th Century Boys. His character Kenji is playing the guitar and singing this song on the new year's eve and on other circumstances (read the manga, it's amazing:P). This song moved me when I read the lyrics in the manga alone, but it really stuck when I heard it from the mangaka's band. It seems like it has a special meaning to me and I know it by heart.
Some times it means more to me, depending on the occasion.
The sun goes down, and somewhere
I can smell curry cookin’
How long will we have to walk before we get home?
Will the croquettes from my favorite shop
Still taste the same? And waiting for me?
Night comes down upon the earth
And now, I’m hurryin’ home
They say the ogres will be laughing next year
And I say, let ‘em laugh all they like
I’ll keep talkin’ about 5 or 10 years in the future
And 50 years later, if I’m still with you
Night comes down upon the earth
And now, I’m hurryin’ home
Rain may fall, and storms may come
Spears may fall, so let’s all go home
They can’t stop us, nobody has the right to stop us
Night comes down upon the earth
And now, I’m hurryin’ home
Night comes down upon the entire world
And the entire world is hurryin’ home
And I pray that these days will
Continue forever and ever…
Yesterday I had a brief conversation with a member of the opposite sex. I did not know him, he was an acquaintance from Facebook (where he added me because I was an anime fan). On Msn I didn't like his manner of talking to me and his kinda ironic tone. And I was suspicious as I always am towards strangers. He was sure he'd figure out all about me and then accused me of "having replaced sex positions with chocolate". I was furious of course and blocked/deleted him. He then sent me an insulting pm where he called me uncivilized, illiterate and other things (and of course, again, of not having any sex). The fact that people think that bitchy women are not having any sex always looked funny to me.I never had any tolerance for insults (except whenever I'm able to use my hands to wash the insults off the mouth of the insulter...), especially when coming from COMPLETE strangers, so it's only natural to me to be ticked off, if not offensive afterwards.. Go figure...
The air yesterday, as I was heading to work, smelled like too much cinnamon on a veal stew. I hate this smell, it reminds me of my grandmother's cooking and, of course, my grandmother. I HATE her habit of shoving cinnamon sticks to every meat dish. HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT. Oh well, I was happy to hear good news afterwards, so I got over it and my stomach went back where it belongs (a.k.a. my belly and not the back of my neck). As I was heading towards the bus station I saw people drinking coffee on their porches. The weather was especially good (or good for them, I kinda despise heat).
I'm looking forward to something now. Gonna see my nakamas again (you know who you are, X-men :P). I'm kind of drawn towards people these days, I need people around me, friends, but in the same time I hate other people so much... But some, I love. Because they care enough to love me back, I love them even more. I'd give my arm for them.
I'm a walking controversy. I hate my guts but in the same time I'm the worst egotist on the planet. Lately, that is. Gonna fuck you up if you screw with me. Cause now I kinda like it. If I bother to care, I guess. No more fakes. I don't need them in my life. People should work hard to gain my trust. I know I'm not the easiest person on the planet, on the contrary. But I prefer being alone than having to deal with people that never understood me and/or will never understand me. Suffering alone makes me stronger. And more bitter. I'm not the only one here being bitter. But, when so many people are sugary tweets, I think the world needs some balance. I'm Jack's gallbladder. Extra bile. Let me be the wolf for your little red riding hood.
Mumbling again. Doesn't matter, it's my blog, SUCK IT.
PS Madagascar. My left arm for you. From the shoulder.
PPS Mugi-saaaan...
Greece' only comic con is here again, brought to you by Comicdom/Comicdom Press and the Hellenic-American Union. This time it's our 5th birthday and we're going to celebrate with an all-star guest list:
Also, this year our Con is 3 days long, instead of the usual 2, so there's lots going around in CCA 2010. Here's the Con's program (remember, to attend a workshop you should have registered, our workshops are all closed now so no more entries can be entered, but there are always waiting lists, so consider joining per chance you get to attend a workshop):
18:00 – 19:45 Open Discussion On Comics and Education 20:00 – 20:45 Opening Ceremony. Spotlight On New Publications 21:00 – 22:00 Documentary Screening “Tintin Et Moi”
Saturday 17/04
Theatre (2nd floor)
11:30 – 12:30 Kamishibai: Pictures and Fairytales For Children 13:00 – 14:30 Panel: “Seven Greek Creators Discuss Comics” 15:00 – 18:00 Q&A and Signing: John Romita Jr. 19:00 – 20:30 Sketch Event: Comparative Anatomy In Historical Comic Book Tissue 21:00 – 22:00 Screening of “Marine Express” anime
Seminar Room (4th floor)
12:40 – 13:30 Workshop: Mike Carey – “Structuring A Scene” 13:40 – 15:00 Workshop: D’Israeli – “Thinking About Color” 18:00 – 19:30 Workshop: Edu-Comics – Utilization of Digital Educational Comics in Class
Sunday 18/04
Theatre (2nd floor)
11:00 – 13:00 Playing With Comics 13:00 – 14:40 Screening of the animation feature “Wall-E” 15:10 – 18:00 Q&A and signing: Mike Carey, D’Israeli and Kyle Hotz 18:30 – 20:00 Panel: Comics and Cinema – Far Away, So Close 21:00 – 22:00 Comicdom Awards Ceremony
Seminar Room (4th floor)
12:00 – 12:50 Workshop: John Romita Jr. – “The Art Of Sequential Storytelling In Graphic Novels” 13:00 – 13:50 Workshop: Kyle Hotz – “Making Scary Comics” 14:00 – 14:50 Workshop: Alekos Papadatos – “McCloud’s Panel Transitions – The Logicomix Paradigm” 15:00 – 15:30 Spotlight on Helm Publishing
All three days
Exhibition “From The Yellow Kid To Conan (Hadjikyriakos-Ghikas Gallery, 1st floor)
Publishers and retailers bazaar (Kennedy Gallery & Atrium, 1st floor)
Self-publishers hall (Foyer, 2nd floor)
Michael Dialynas spotlight exhibition (Library, 4th floor)
I'll be at the Con for the 3 days, hope you can come as well and have fun (even tho' I'll only be at Comicdom Press' booth only for Saturday, as for the other 2 days I'll be working at Jemma Comics' booth because they are my employers after all, hence I wont be talking much to anyone, so be reasonable...) .
I'll be drawing a little something something for anyone that wants me to.
On my chair again, into a blankie, only this time with the cat on my lap. She likes to sleep while I work and, occasionally, stroke her behind the ears. Maybe the slow humming of my pc is inspiring her, what can I say, I wish I could sleep for so many hours a day like a feline. These days I usually sleep for about 2 hours a day and thank Naoki Urasawa and Alan Moore (yeap, my two gods:P) that I have a pc and at least can check out what day it is...
'kinda like it tho'.. I think my body thinks it's tired but it doesn't show that much, maybe it's just a feeling of habit, that I *should* be tired. I'm just happy I get work done (sometimes tho' at a slower rate than I'd like to..)
But the relative quietness is rather refreshing, only me, my feline familiar, my Wacom (love you baby..), tea, headphones (the muffled sound of the keyboard keys - the temp ancient keyboard that I have yet to replace with a shiny new one...) and a bunch of episodes/films playing in the background. Or mp3s. I finished One Piece anime while working. it was simply epic. That's the one word that's able to describe it perfectly. An during breaks I finished the manga as well. Now I have to wait every week to read the next chapter. Man, such agony..! Eichiiro Oda, you are a bastard as well:P
Oh yeah, and we had Easter. Which to me is just another Sunday actually (especially this year:P).
Can't wait for Comicdom Con Athens 2010, to see how it goes and getting done with it:P It's nice but tiring :)
It's our 5th this year, so we kinda have a birthday, our little Con is a 5 y.o. toddler :)
Also, can't wait for my name-day and Sir Crocodile (kuhaaa-haaa-haaa-aaa-aaa | and a little thanks to Inky, cant wait, cant wait, yooosh, hahah) It's been so long since I've sat my bum down relaxing with friends. And I kinda like treating friends for my b-day/name-day.
Oh, well, back to work and my cinnamon milk. Ta!
PS: Note to the anonymous reader that scorned me about my mediocre english, based on the use of "I" a lot :
it's a personal blog after all, you twat.
Maybe this is better for you: http://www.iiiiiiii.com/lyrics.html
Or you can always jerk off with 4chan images. You know, for anonymous users... :P
This country's psychology and personality eludes me. It always was elusive to me and I think it will continue to be. I've always considered myself to be -not anti-greek - a non-greek, a neutral amongst Greeks at least. I dunno why. Because. Sometimes I'm ashamed I've been born in Greece, I can't easily relate to people here (of course there are exclusions), I can't understand some things they do. All the controversy of being a Greek.
I know (especially now) some people from abroad think of us as vulgar people, monkeymen, frying stuff around in olive oil and being loud, pretending to pay the bill when is another one's turn, dancing sirtaki or another exotic but stupid dance while drinking wine that tastes like paint thinner (because it's tradition) and speaking in bad bad BAD english to women that we wanna have Greek sex with (ah yeah, Greeks call anal "ottoman sex", while in the UK they call it "Greek sex" and it is said that ALL Greeks love it ) while eating souvlaki/moussaka/rice-in-vine-leaves/something obscure and overpriced. People that have no problem stealing money from the EU or any other benefactors when they are so deep in it for them to do such foolish things...
I don't care about the money stealing accusations, every country/politician/blah random authority is "stealing" from the money they are supposed to use from something else, others steal little, others more and so forth (I just think it's hilarious they get to blame Greece for de-stabilizing the whole economy, when we are in the middle of a WORLDWIDE economical crisis and especially when we are always last to do anything/to feel the waves of changes in general as a country.).
I'm just sad others put all Greeks in one basket. We are all bad. Period.
Yesterday afternoon, while I was riding the bus to work, I saw something that made me feel especially ashamed to tread on this Greek soil. I saw about 5 gorilla-looking 16/17-year olds cheering up for another more-gorilla looking 17-year old that was beating up a Pakistani man (who is a regular on that particular road, usually cleaning windshields like yesterday). The gorillas, after beating the man up, crossed the road again to go wherever they had to go, while the man stood not being able to understand what happened that very moment, his face covered in blood. Some people pulled their cars over and gave him bottles of water. And then the bus left and I couldn't see more.
I, then, wished I was in another bus, a bus that could take me far away.
How can Greeks demand foreign respect when they THEMSELVES treat foreign people like that? How could teenagers be beating up a grown man and NO ONE would lift a fucking finger?
I officially want to be adopted by another country that wouldn't mind about my Greek past.
The other day, when I was walking back home from work, I heard the sound of a distant guitar. An amateurish guitar. The guy (or girl) was trying to play...
...guess what...
yeah, it was Smoke On The Water... you guessed it right.
I was wondering about whether the owner of the guitar liked rock or they played that song because they just had to. I think that if someone has a guitar, and they try to learn to play, they are bound to try playing this song.
Is it the best song ever? I doubt that. It's just a catchy classic.
Is it THAT simple? No, if you judge by the way those amateurs' guitars sound like .. :P
I like this song, I was raised in a way that I appreciate rock and hard rock (and its' by-products etc etc), but...
damn..
Smoke On The Water, I hate you as much as I like you.. Couldn't you be less awesome or less easy? It's like hearing a violin playing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" (all Greeks now will recognize an old tv ad). Those songs for training.. I get it... But wtf..
Why Smoke On The Water and not, let's say, Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun?
It's pretty easy, dan dan daaan dan-dan..SEE?! Now you play it! ..GOOD!
Sometimes it feels like a song that was raped and murdered and then raped again by too many bad covers. And that's a generic out-of-the-blue rant, but I just felt like saying it.
Please good people of the world, aspiring guitarists, flutists and so on.. stop fist-fucking Smoke On The Water. It's a decent song and I used to like it a lot.
For once more, all the comic-strips of my online series "Asaphειες" are online, this time on the site of Comicdom Press (started in Comicdom.gr). http://comicdom-press.gr/category/comic-strips/asapheies/
You now, also, can rate and comment on all the comic strips of Comicdom Press.
I'm watching my cat, Kiriko, stretching on my bed. I'm sitting on my leather chair, wrapped in a fleece blanket, sipping tea and reading the news on my pc, while listening to music, while uploading photos on Flickr, while watching One Piece, while twisting my toes, while contemplating on things I gotta do and when to do them.
While observing this:
which makes me pretty unwilling to go to work, because I'll freeze (while getting there, and while being there).
Don't get me wrong, I like, *like*, LIKE cold, but I prefer dry cold, not rain, not rince-wind, and I utterly HATE HATE HATE humid weather. And that's what we're having for breakfast/brunch/lunch and supper. I also like to not having to *go* to work, but rather work inside, sipping my tea - in which I've sprinkled cayenne pepper - and listening to music. Or watching a film along with a friend or a loved one.
But, I guess, these are breaks we are not given that easily.
I wish I had the necessary funds backing me, then I'd turn into a first grade hikikomori, a recluse, I'd only go out when I really had to (like going to a funeral:P even tho' I can't say I like funerals and that I shouldn't prolly attend them, since I am bipolar and that's not helping:P). Then I'd send a car for my friends to come over (I'd be a visitor-friendly hikikomori:P) and let them stay as much as they wanted. Thus, never having to face and communicate with another stupid customer(see Note below) or person that *I* would not want to. And not having to stand buses ( I can't stand buses). And during the night, I'd work and think about sad stuff and feel blue, which I can assure you I'm pretty good at and doing it for quite some time now :P
So please, someone, give me a job which I can do from home that has the minimum amount of needed direct communication as possible and I promise I'm going to make you proud of my work:P Deal? :D
PS. Dark overlord would be nice, too. I can't say I really like the sun, so something underground and shady is really ok :P
PPS. At least I'm happy I'm making some progress in something I'm making at the mo'.
PPPS Madagascarian vanilla rox
(Note: YEAH, most people outside are stupid and I cannot stand talking to them and explaining every single stupid thing they ask me. Especially because some things are obvious and because the act of asking questions to people means that you have the quota of gray matter needed for understanding the answer they give you!!! So, when I'm nice and helpful. I'm not nice and helpful, I'm just PRETENDING to be nice and helpful, you silly sods. I am *really* nice to people I choose to, not to whomever my second job chooses). And, yeah, I'm an asshole, I know, but I least I don't have the problem admitting it and explaining the reason :P )
So, BraveJournal served me fine during these years, I have lots of memories (both good and bad) that will remain online with that blog...
But, in the name of convenience and due to laziness (BraveJournal can be a royal pain) I thought I'd evolve into the more user-friendly Blogspot.
