Everyone went to see Avatar without me, but at least I got to record this awesome review when they woke me up at 4 am after they got out. It was almost as shitty as seeing Hero without your best friend. Jk guys I luv you.
Wonderful Badly-Photoshopped Avatar Fanpics
Just found some amazing Avatar fan art. Posting a gallery here for your enjoyment. EXTREMELY NSFW by the way.
Shintaro Kago Is The (Guro) Man
My absolute favorite artist right now is Shintaro Kago. He’s a Japanese Manga artist and is making some of the most fucked up and innovative things I have ever seen. I think if I had these kind of comics instead of X-Men when I was growing up I would have become a comic book addict.
Ever since I stumbled upon Abstraction when I was browsing the cesspit that is 4chan, I’ve been obsessed with his work. Recently he has made available original drawings to buy, and I sorely wish I had the dough to spill on those.
You’ll find the traditional chopped up naked young girls in his collection but there are so many more original and interesting things. One of my favorites is what looks like noodles being forced out of a building that’s acting as a pasta maker.
I’m hoping to come across some cash to at least order one of his comics soon.
You can view galleries of many of his bizarre manga here, mercifully translated into English.
And you can check out all the cool stuff he’s selling here.
Too bad I couldn’t exactly ask mom for any of these for Christmas.
Just Shy Of A Year 5
I really can’t understand why this middle-aged woman and her daughter were buying such a bizarre combination of items. It distracted me from my true purpose: looking at pretty girls. As always, click on it to read it.
Forgein’s Legacy
Many years ago, a pair of spry young men in seventh grade set out to write the next great American fantasy novel. I think we succeeded.
A while back I was reminded that I did indeed, with Tim Thackaberry, write a book once. We hand-wrote it on lined paper, and collected each leaf in what is now a battered and worn blue folder. The two of us would take turns writing; our goal was four pages a day. We’d hand it off between classes in Junior High, making edits to each other’s pages and suggesting plotlines. You can easily see our Wheel of Time influenced young minds spinning their Jordan-esque gears as you read.
Visiting my parents on Thanksgiving I was able to find this treasure, and have typed up some of it over the course of the past few evenings. The novel was 171 wide-and-sometimes-college-ruled pages long, and consisted of a prologue, and nineteen “chapters”. Each chapter was only a few notebook pages long and upon typing each section is very short. I’ll probably be sharing this with you a few chapters at a time, and I hope I don’t keep you waiting too long between sections.
When Tim and I were working on it, the novel never had any sort of working title. If you have any suggestions let me know!
Without further ado (right click to save, I believe),
