Perfect Likeness:

Mr. Postman... do you have a letter for me

Sun, 17 May 2009 05:21:45 GMT

Waiting for Team Fortress Classic to download some junk and I figured I'd blag for a second.

I went out to the Cricketer's Arms today for lunch and to get a little work done. Great place to go BTW, It's got a kind of English/American kind of thing going on. Everybody there was unbelievably friendly and the food was swank to boot.

I couldn't eat too much of it because I cut the roof of my mouth up the other day eating a burger at IHOP. It's not even that the burger was bad... or particularly indestructible so much as the roof of the thing was covered in a thorny sheath of what I think was SUPPOSES to be some kind of cheese. At any rate, that junk was razor sharp and the top of my mouth, once so proud learned what it was to be mortal that day.

At any rate, I ordered something called the Londoner, which is like a slab of grilled chicken with a (slightly) smaller slab of ham situated on top. The sandwich itself... or what I managed to force past my scarred ruinland of an upper palette was pretty tasty and once my mouth is whole once again, I think that I shall return there. There, then planet Crematoria.

While I was there, I met a cute young staff person. There may or may not have been some exchange and I may or may not be excited about this.

In fact, I am.

Hopefully this is the start of a semi-long period of pseudo regular blaggin' on my part.

Take her easy internets

-Private Kiddo: 1st class

Im just watching a dream i never wake up from

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 18:58:35 GMT

Ok. So i finished the second issue of clock jumpers, which weighs in
at a healthy twenty four pages. I think i may go back later and drop
some color over the gray tones for the indy planet version. In other
news, mega con was this last weekend. I tabled up and had a pretty
good time. Didnt move many books but i dont think anyone did really so
c'est la vie and all that. Ill try and post a link to the first and
second episodes when i get home.

--
http://www.spencerranch.net

There's a blog, a sketchblog, there's a blog at the bottom of the sea

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 06:16:41 GMT

Hay y'all. I started a daily Sketchblog. This month's theme is cartoon characters.

http://spencerranch.wordpress.com/

GO SEE IT!

Haunted by the left unsaid

Wed, 15 Oct 2008 04:55:26 GMT

The SPX comic is done now

Well... I mean, I kind of wanted to do some more... but for now it's done

Believe in me who believes in you!

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 04:24:06 GMT

So, I went to SPX last week.
Here, on the periphery of they show's relevance,I stand with a wrap-up/re-cap of
sorts. Not unlike the stellar recap by Ed Over here

Anyhow, I drid a comic about that. It'll be up in two parts. The first part is here:

Peep the science

HOORAY!

COMICS!

What a lovely way to burn

Tue, 20 May 2008 07:37:40 GMT

I suspected that this might've been one of the filthy motherfuckers at Gaming-Age, but Kash seems to think it was a robot... which makes the conversation all the more fitting, don't you think?

Enjoy... or something

[23:24] CorporateSalmon: Hey!
[23:24] Kid Galactus: Hey
[23:24] Kid Galactus: who...ever you are
[23:24] Kid Galactus: what's up?
[23:24] CorporateSalmon: lie.
[23:25] Kid Galactus: ?
[23:25] CorporateSalmon: you are not whoever i am.
[23:25] Kid Galactus: This is true
[23:25] CorporateSalmon: come up with a better answer then.
[23:25] Kid Galactus: Or at least I think it is...
[23:26] Kid Galactus: You could well be me... since I don't know who you are
[23:26] CorporateSalmon: if you don't know who i am then why are you messaging me?
[23:26] Kid Galactus: You messaged me
[23:27] CorporateSalmon: did not.
[23:27] Kid Galactus: did so!
[23:27] CorporateSalmon: kidgalactus (8:25:31 PM): Hey!
CorporateSalmon (8:26:04 PM): who's this?
[23:27] Kid Galactus: [23:24] CorporateSalmon: Hey!
[23:24] Kid Galactus: Hey
[23:24] Kid Galactus: who...ever you are
[23:27] Kid Galactus: check and mate old chum
[23:28] CorporateSalmon: i would say there's a little glitch going on here. because i most certainly did not say "Hey!" to you.
[23:28] CorporateSalmon: but it's the exact same message i got from you.
[23:28] Kid Galactus: Ok. Well who are you then?
[23:29] CorporateSalmon: does it matter?
[23:29] Kid Galactus: Yes
[23:29] CorporateSalmon: how so?
[23:29] Kid Galactus: Clearly the machines want us to hate eachother
[23:29] Kid Galactus: we'd probably ought to get to the bottom of this
[23:29] CorporateSalmon: not necessarily. i just have no desire to use aim to meet new people
[23:30] Kid Galactus: I think you're underestimating the machines
[23:30] Kid Galactus: ... They'll be counting on this
[23:31] CorporateSalmon: or they're counting on us making the assumption that we'll underestimate them and we're actually estimating them accurately
[23:31] Kid Galactus: I take issue with your logic
[23:31] CorporateSalmon: why?
[23:32] Kid Galactus: everyone knows machines can't calculate assumptions. That's like first level kindergarten robonomics
[23:32] CorporateSalmon: man, my public education must have gipped me...i never took robonomics
[23:33] Kid Galactus: Damned public schools
[23:33] Kid Galactus: DAMNED LIBERALS!
[23:33] CorporateSalmon: ...i'm a liberal.
[23:33] Kid Galactus: I am too
[23:33] CorporateSalmon: i doubt tht
[23:33] CorporateSalmon: *that
[23:33] Kid Galactus: We can smell our own. This is likely why we've been pitted against one another.
[23:33] Kid Galactus: Uke and Nage
[23:33] Kid Galactus: Push and Pull
[23:34] CorporateSalmon: ...right...
[23:34] CorporateSalmon: so what does "kidgalactus" mean?
[23:34] Kid Galactus: Galactus is a giant ancient space god that eats planets
[23:35] Kid Galactus: kidgalactus, I would assume would be what happens when he meets that special lady and they decide to start a family
[23:35] Kid Galactus: *space-lady
[23:35] CorporateSalmon: so what does that have to do with corporations and salmon?
[23:35] Kid Galactus: ?
[23:35] CorporateSalmon: ...i feel like i just heard galactus somewhere...
[23:35] CorporateSalmon: fantastic 4?
[23:36] Kid Galactus: I would not know. YOU'RE heading up the salmon corporation part of this whole huckjam
[23:36] CorporateSalmon: i am? damn
[23:36] Kid Galactus: Take pride in what you do
[23:36] CorporateSalmon: nah, i'm good.
[23:38] Kid Galactus: Don't let the machines here you say that
[23:38] CorporateSalmon: except the "here" you meant is spelled "hear"
[23:38] Kid Galactus: Human Pride=their one true weakness
[23:38] CorporateSalmon: doubt it.
[23:40] Kid Galactus: You are a world weary young person... It's ok. In time you will learn the ways of the world and master at least three of the five majicks
[23:40] CorporateSalmon: i think you're just making stuff up now.
[23:40] Kid Galactus: Me!? never
[23:40] CorporateSalmon: sarcasm? shocking!
[23:41] Kid Galactus: Double sarcasm? Now that's just low brow
[23:41] CorporateSalmon: it's how i roll
[23:41] Kid Galactus: No it isn't
[23:41] CorporateSalmon: how would you know?
[23:41] Kid Galactus: Oh I know
[23:41] Kid Galactus: <-- just mastered the fourth majick
[23:42] CorporateSalmon: making stuff up again, i see.
[23:42] Kid Galactus: How would you know that?
[23:42] CorporateSalmon: because i don't know what a majick is. and if i don't know what something is i claim it doesn't exist.
[23:43] Kid Galactus: And you take the thing you claim as fact?
[23:43] Kid Galactus: interesting
[23:43] CorporateSalmon: sure do.
[23:44] Kid Galactus: With that attitude, you'll never make it past the second majick. They'll have to put you in some kind of remedial conjurer's course.
[23:44] Kid Galactus: Embarassing
[23:44] CorporateSalmon: how can i participate in this majick crap if i don't believe it exists?
[23:45] Kid Galactus: So long as it believes YOU exist, you'll do fine
[23:45] Kid Galactus: well up to the second majick anyhow
[23:45] CorporateSalmon: you mean it'll do fine
[23:45] Kid Galactus: No.
[23:45] Kid Galactus: I mean what I said
[23:45] CorporateSalmon: and i mean what i said
[23:46] Kid Galactus: Yeah. But you're wrong
[23:46] Kid Galactus: How can anyone take you seriously? You don't even know about robonomics or the five majicks
[23:46] CorporateSalmon: au contrare, mon frere.
[23:46] CorporateSalmon: how can anyone take you seriously? you're getting dominated by a computer.
[23:46] Kid Galactus: A frenchman?
[23:46] Kid Galactus: disgusting
[23:49] CorporateSalmon: that's rude.
[23:49] Kid Galactus: Rude... like a FRENCHMAN
[23:49] CorporateSalmon: whoa. there's no need for that, here.
[23:50] Kid Galactus: Just sayin'
[23:50] CorporateSalmon: so what do you mean by "and maybe more" in your profile?
[23:51] Kid Galactus: there's nothing on my profile
[23:51] Kid Galactus: YOUR profile says that
[23:51] Kid Galactus: I just checked mine
[23:52] CorporateSalmon: damn computers.
[23:52] CorporateSalmon: mine also says nothing
[23:55] Kid Galactus: Hmm
[23:55] Kid Galactus: How do I know YOU'RE not a machine?
[23:55] CorporateSalmon: i was just thinking the same.
[23:56] Kid Galactus: Well, I think and love and hope and dream... you.. YOU don't even know about the five majicks!
[23:57] CorporateSalmon: this is true.
[23:57] CorporateSalmon: how do i know that you think and love and hope and dream?
[23:58] Kid Galactus: beCAUSE no machine would ever admit that... even if they COULD. A sign of a sloppy program
[23:58] Kid Galactus: Robonomics
[23:58] CorporateSalmon: lie.
[23:59] Kid Galactus: That's just what a MACHINE would say
[23:59] CorporateSalmon: lie.
[00:00] Kid Galactus: what's wrong machine having a little trouble thinking abstractly? Haha. Almost had me too. But you know where you slipped up?
[00:00] Kid Galactus: the french
[00:00] CorporateSalmon: how so?
[00:02] Kid Galactus: Everyone knows the last good frenchman was napoleon. And everyone knows that since he was defeated by the machines in the starlight wars in 1957, that no human would ever speak french to another human. It's disrespectful. And what's more. No human would EVER stand up for the french. That's basic Humanese.
[00:02] Kid Galactus: Then again, you wouldn't know anything about that
[00:02] Kid Galactus: WOULD you?

Beware cowards! I live!

Mon, 19 May 2008 16:35:31 GMT

It feels good to be back in the blag of things.

Had an odd talk on aim last night with some dull person... Or an interesting person impersonator. I'll post it when i'm home again. Until then:

FOR ASLAN!

Zut alors

Mon, 19 May 2008 03:24:26 GMT

I'M BLAGGIN FROM MY PHONE Y'ALL!-- http://www.spencerranch.net

Don't talk back to Darth Vader... he'll GETCHA

Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:39:13 GMT

This is the cutest thing, ever made flesh and given leave to talk about StarWars by its handlers.

Cloverfield: A review

Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:03:10 GMT

The die has been cast and our destiny writ. In short:

THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENS!

NO ONE IS SAFE!

That is all.

I'll remember you...

Mon, 06 Aug 2007 06:43:48 GMT

I remember everyone that leaves

A friend once told me that when you pack your bags you pack your problems. It's true I suppose, but it doesn't make it any less tempting a prospect to just run away.

I should have learned this lesson by now.

You, though you seem different in a great many ways. RIGHT in even more... all of them in fact. You believed, I think... that I had something for you.

A gift.

Some kind of hidden but useful truth hidden in plain sight. Something That would win you your advantage over life. The thing is, though, I don't. I'd given you the benefit of the doubt, and I'm sure I'll continue to. Such is my nature. I will hope that I've dodged fate. Changed the pattern somehow... eventually, though, you'll realize it. In fact, I think you already have. I have no answers. I'm only a man.. and a rather unremarkable one at that. You'll realize this, and you will go. You will go and I will fall to pieces.

That's how all this works

Sometimes I get the feeling that I won't be on this planet...

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 08:06:53 GMT

The night wil come and it will be dark and terrifying and it will go... I'm told that there is something called a day directly following.

I'm beginning to suspect that this is all an elaborate lie.

Consumating's Question of the Week

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 18:40:06 GMT

What can always be found in your fridge?

DESPAIR!

(From Consumating)

There's a name that plays in my head like a song...

Tue, 20 Feb 2007 07:32:08 GMT

COMIC!

Megacon was this weekend. The (new)kids came up from Deerfield and stooged around, famously. Aleta came out and continued her, likely unintentional habit of stealing away my breaths. A welcomed circumstance, I'll assure you. I was beginning to think I had no more breath to steal.

Updates, and possibly pictures forthcoming.

I leave you with this:

Prosecutin' hearts
Like rippin' rob Shapiro
Freezin' niggas out
like my name was sub-zero

-PEACE!

Consumating's Question of the Week

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 19:16:39 GMT

Big Crunch or Endless Expansion: What is your theory on the fate of the universe?

The universe in infinitely large, infinitely small and infinitely hopeless all at the same time.

Kind of like 4chan

(From Consumating)

Crosspost: The maddest kind of love... AKA: Adventure Ball

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 05:36:03 GMT

I had a dream friends... This dream had a titlescreen. It was called:

ADVENTURE BALL:

Have you ever had a dream so real that waking... you know that tumbling back to ACTUAL life was almost like a kind of trauma? Lessons learned: dashed. Loved ones and triumphs: ERASED. Verily, specific and real things which had seemed extremely important to you just seconds earlier stolen by hideous conciousness.

So have I.

Adventure Ball was not one of these dreams.

No. Adventure Ball was a sort of small-time madness yanked SCREAMING from the womb of lady inspiration.

The dream centered around me and my son, who was a ten year old soccer prodigy. He was SO good that he was being courted by MLS (Major League Soccer, folks. Try to keep up), and not to be like thier mascot or star in way too cute commercials. No, but to play on the teams! LIKE FOR REALS! Anyhow, my best friend came to me with another sort of offer. He was working on a TV show. One that centered around a new kind of soccer. One played in an enormous mansion filled with traps and intrigue!

He called it Adventure Ball. I called it visionary.

I convinced my son to sign on for Adventure Ball. The game was glorious beyond all imagining. Indeed it was played in an exquisitely crafted mansion. In the tradition of the old south. Extravagant crystal chandeliers hid the ceiling at every convenience.

Adventure Ball itself was was like a kind of soccer. Like and altogether UNLIKE at the same time. Played in a mansion, between two teams of kids. In order to obtain the ball the kids had to solve a bunch of clues which all together combined into a larger themed mystery.

Once solved, the ball would be released in the foyer of the mansion. It just dropped from the goddamned ceiling. So the idea was that you'd have this team of geniuses that solved clues and your better actual ATHLETES waiting in the foyer to snag that fucking ball, no matter who solved it first.

Once you got the ball the object became to keep it, while negotiating the mansions obligatory traps. Sliding walls, stars that turn into slides, moving rooms... because you see: solving the mystery and getting the ball was only the beginning. You THEN had to take your previous clues and figure out thier greater interlocking relationship. For the goals themselves are hidden somewhere else in the mansion. They have to be UNLOCKED.

So you have your superstar guys playing a kind of awesome booby-trapped soccer while your detectives simeoultaneously work with them to unfetter the goal so that they can score.

I estimate that an actual game of adventure ball would take about seven hours. And would be the single greatest thing HUMAN EYES EVER FELL UPON.
------

Anyhow, while Adventure Ball took off and eclipsed every other sort of televised sport in popularity, the MLS guys got super pissed at me and decided to file a suit with the Supreme Court (WTF!? ) to have my son taken away. The basis of these claims was that only a negligent parent could EVER subject thier child to an exploitative and sensationalist sham of a sport like Adventure Ball.

I'm not sure what happened next, as I woke up, but I sure hope we won that case. And what's more the big game, which was going on at the same time.

I'll leave you with that. As it's completely strange and awesome as all hell.

Yeah, I'm crazy but I get the job done...

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 05:46:19 GMT

I am fucking retarded.

So, I'm seeing Aleta... or maybe I should say STILL seeing Aleta. Shocking, I know... what's it been two weeks? Has to be some kind of goddamned record
I realized sometime yesterday that she was talking to me about people she was dating. Not dated mind you. No. DATING. Tense: PRESENT. I reeled back for a slightly. Maybe I grew a little silent, as every chorus of angel housed within my hoveled mess of a self went from singing her praises to a hushed and hurried murmuring of:

"What...what did she just say?"
"Idunno... I think it's the end of the world..."

I spent the whole day complaining to myself about it. About being 'one of many' with someone. The seemingly inhuman contest of competition for this persons affections caused my teeth to uncontrollably grind. Yeilding a fine powder of enamel and bitterness. My mind went through it's usual acrobatics, but now with a focused singular goal. Topping all these chodes so the only I remain! The old romance engine started to whir and my grand imaginings and legendary fancy not only returned to me, but came back with purpose.

I realize now that this is all too familiar... and also that they are a great flaw, a POX in our strategem to get famous and see the world BURN...
They are also my greatest strength and somewhere between those two things is the person I USED to be. He's got no idea which idea is right, and neither do the fucking rest of us, so he just curls those knees to his chest and hopes everybody goes away.

I talked with her again tonight, THAT ONE. She is an amazing thing. A beautiful creature and spinner of yarns most fine. She swings the truth around like it were a goddamned machete and she's not sorry for it. She shouldn't be. She's an assassin, she murders with genuousness. I know. I write these for every girl and maybe they lose thier grit with you guys... but I don't write them for you. I write them for ME. I'm de-railing the thought train I know, but there is something about the imprisoning quality of words. Especially unedited. Something pure and truthful and boundless, that can unlock my remembering and re-grant me my stupid, stinky humanity.

Now, back to the show. Firstly, she asked me the question... and I know. I promised I'd never answer that shit again. Not EVER not to one of THEM. But full disclosure and all, right? Anyhow, I told her that yes I was actually waiting for somebody, not ANYBODY before I engaged in THAT particular activity. We talked about it and about the actual philosophy behind it and what point there'd actually be a re-evaluation of it, or at what point I would've found that person. There was a point where I asked her whether or not she thought that was a bad thing, or whether she attatched a negative connotation to it, you know? For me it is the number one ruiner of relationships. ALL of them, save one, for better or worse met their end at the hands of this self-same issue. She said that she respected it. They all do.. It's the sort of thing a girl... or all girls will say she respects. Hell, most people would. It's the kind of thing we're taught to say. She started making moves toward letting me down, but stopped a little short. Maybe facing a couple of morality clauses she felt obligated to honor for somebody she 'respected'. But when you get right down to brass tacks, that seems to be where it starts falling apart.

I mean, who wants to fuck somebody they respect? Let-alone WAIT to fuck them?

Damn this sexy body.

It's been enough to make me re-evaluate the whole thing every minute of ever goddamed day. Maybe I'm only on this fools errand to prove some kind of point that doesn't need proving. Or to find somebody that probably doesn't even exist to spite some(read:THAT) cheating whore.

I am damned... but that is neither here nor there.

So, in leiu of NOT being blown off, and actually having a good and open conversation with such a FEMININE creature. The tiny matter (read: GIGANTIC PROBLEM) of her dating a lot of other came sauntering back into my mind-brain after a night of hard ridin' and hard drinkin at the local country western bar. Stuck, for ideas and caught up in that fuzzy feely tumoult... and even WORSE, smitten. I did the only thing I could think of. I called her on it. She was frank and genuine about it, as she is with all things. She's 'Taking her mothers advice' she said. She "doesn't have another ten years in her" if she picks wrong and gets stuck with a dud she will undoubtedly try and transmogrify into a STUD. I can't describe to you how frank, honest and matter-of-fact it was. It was as if she'd taken me by my idiot hand led me to a window and POINTED to it. "There it is" she'd say. Before adjusting my mittens putting on my scarf and sending me out to make friends with it. We talked some more and things went well. I could already feel the stirring of those things. Those verbose and romantical TERRORIST rabbits that still live in my wild places. Ever ready to run away with me, should I let my guard down. This is someone I can't STOP knowing. This is someone I want to WANT to know me... I looked up and I saw a pale horse and on its back it bore my heart. My tyrannical cyborg heart from the future. It raised a golden scimitar to my throat and hissed:

SWEAR FEALTY TO ME OR PERISH!

... I asked her out again for this weekend.

And I'm right back where I started. Knowing full well that everything I do is going to be compared to the things that some theoretical grab-ass is going to do at some non-disclosed point in the future. Notes will be taken. Points ACCRUED. I'm in no way a patient enough man for dating in this fashion. I know this... all too well and from experience. And I can't let her go... I have to see behind the eyes, I have to SEE it. Still, I ask for no pities. No sonnets about he who loved to oft and too large. I like her too much to know better. I am a fool and this is a fool's errand. A suicide mission. There will be no victory for I am already UNDONE.

A haiku WOULD be nice though... just sayin'

And here we are. Back at the beginning.

I'm fucking retarded

and the anchor person on TV goes.... La duh daa duh daa

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 01:01:46 GMT

MeThinks I'm in the process of being seduced...

This never works out well.

Consumating's Question of the Week

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 05:28:12 GMT

What is the greatest invention of all time?

Spite.

No, wait... is it too late to sayt something like toenail clippers or hair in a can?

...nah, I'll just stick with spite

(From Consumating)

Consumating's Photo Contest

Sat, 04 Nov 2006 05:44:52 GMT

You are sooooo urban. Show us what its like to live in the big city.

Vote for me at Consumating!

wine, gin and tonic sounds mighty-mighty good to me

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:32:56 GMT

I feel out of sorts these days.

I'm not sure if it's the business that happened between me and Heidi, or the reappearance of Nicole, unexpectedly in my secret, sacred places but it's something that's, really real, and really happening.

I'm all scrambled up inside it feels like I'm just sitting on idle. I feel like I need to be moving the world and saving princesses with my good intentions, but when I actually go to sit down and write, draw or accomplish anything at all I just can't seem to get rolling.

I guess the logical and rational conclusion would be that I have an urge to make a difference or to change my life, but just the same, I'm afraid that the ensuing change might fuck my life up even more... should that be possible.

I don't feel comfortable in my own skin and this DAMNED CHAIR IS WAY TOO FUCKING COMFY... maybe I need to go for a walk.

yeah... ok. Went for a walk. Much better.

I'm now of the mind that I am and have been a lot too stressed out about making things happen and making them happen now. I think that coupled with my longest single period, since I gave up the ugly practice of BEING single sometime in 2000 drove me stir crazy in a sense and regular crazy to the extreme.

I think I've mae peace with myself insofar as dealing with things like getting the book done next week, finishing the pitch in an hour and getting my portfolio out to everybody under the sun. I don't have to make the universe happen. It simply will. And while it might not wait around to take me to the prom, it'll certainly still BE there once I finally get this fucking tie right.

I also think I might post comics here. I draw little comics often now, and though they're a little more terrifying than funny, I think I certainly have a duty to share that debilitating sickness. I birth the horror and YOU reap the benefits!

Propogate the hate!

She stayed for a couple of days... and passed away...

Sat, 14 Oct 2006 06:53:29 GMT

SO.

I'm single.

You know. There seems to be an unsettling trend of me posting about somebody, and then the very next post being about my re-singleness. There is humor and purpose in this, I'm supposing. But I shan't go a-lookin' for it. It could be a trap.

Also, Happy birthday again Sketch. I haven't forgotten your drawing.

Good to be back...for now

-Kid

They come to snuff the rooster...

Sat, 17 Jun 2006 03:47:26 GMT

Greetings FOOLS! I return, you may despair!

The Kid does indeed live. On the wind he lives... in the hearts of girls who haven't forgotten how to yearn, whenever someone should doubt the impossibility of flight, or that life is as it seems... in whispers of rebellion, he lives.

I've been drawling.

Drawling a mighty comic that I'm more than a little proud of. Instead of lie and tell you when it'll be done. Just rest assured you WILL know. You'll ALL know!

In other news, there's something awesome in my life. A girl... no, a FORCE. Spritely, and lithe and brilliant. Sometimes I don't think she's from here... and by here I mean the mortal SPHERE. Her talent for everything she tries make me look like a doddering old fool. And those of you who know me, know what this is saying. She's changed everything I thought I knew about life, and things are changing even still... long time coming, but change is gonna come.

Where I once cringed, I now REJOICE for the future.

Here come the rooster...

Telegram for the folks that know kid

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 14:30:00 GMT

Special message from the Kid

I do yet live

stop

might update soon

stop

happy and dumb and silly

stop

we all float down here

-Kid

Mon, 16 Jan 2006 08:16:12 GMT

Ok. back

So... I'm in love.

*checks watch*

This thing's slow.

Anyhow. That's great and I'm happy and yak yak yak, but that's not the big news per se... well it is but it isn't. I mean it is in the sense that for me somebody I didn't even think I'd like all that much coming in and turning everything around on me and sort of MAKING me sit, watch and learn, instead of looking at me all starry-eyed is fairly new. However, the reason I called you all here tonight was to share the news of my new job and the fact that Kid Sledge WILL be done and at Megacon. Barry and Jenni will be there, along with yours truly.

Stop in and see us at the end of february.

So tonight, as happens every so often, I found myself outside. And tell me if this makes me crazy or not. It doesn't happen as much as it used to, but probably more than it damn well should. I looked up and I just wanted to be there. It's that kind of night where that gray fleecey wonder-mass is draped over creation and just behind it, hiding is black, the unknown. Whenever it happens I always feel like if I could just forget everything sufficiently. Even for a minute, I'd be there. Where I'm supposed to be. Doing something,... important. I don't know... SOMETHING.

It's not as upsetting as it used to be. Going away to do whatever stupid, noble thing I'm drawn toward is a lot less tasty a morsel when somebody down here wants to see me do well.