So I realize it's been a while. How is everyone? Good? I hope everyone's good.
Sorry about that cipher a couple of journals ago. I guess I just thought that maybe, maybe, there might exist a human out there that was a little like me--who would accept my challenge as a matter of necessity and desire. I guess if that human is out there, I've yet to become acquainted with him or her.
Little did I suspect I'd be this busy, but hey, that happens right? School has been nuts, everything has been nuts.
Have you guys seen Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog? That is arguably one of the best movies I've ever seen. It's hilarious, for one, and the music is great, and the dialogue is clever--typical Joss Whedon. If you haven't seen it, go watch it online, it's all there on YouTube and it's only like forty-two minutes long. But the thing about that movie that I love, is that it follows the villain, not the hero. Dr. Horrible is an evil scientist. His nemesis is the town hero, Captain Hammer. Dr. Horrible slaves away at inventions, takes hours, weeks, of time and effort in planning, while all Captain Hammer has to do is punch some stuff and look pretty.
I don't think that's fair, do you?
This is usually where someone laughs and says, "when you're a serial killer, I'll have to tell the press that I saw it coming, with all this talk of villains and justice." I laugh too, generally, because that's what people do, right, is laugh? It is kind of funny. But it's also kind of not funny.
This week has been nice. Restful. I got to sleep late (when I slept at all) and drink tea (after seven) and watch films (yesss, Treasure Planet) and draw pictures (gallery!). I didn't really work on school at all, but I figured, I've been working hard, and the next couple of weeks are going to be crazy, so I'll enjoy this while I can.
There's also this really neat opera I saw a couple of weeks ago called "Maria de Buenos Aires," which was, predictably, in Argentinian Spanish, about a woman named Maria who was so enthralled with the Tango that she couldn't find real love. This First Love, this Obsession of hers consumed her. Meanwhile, El Duende, a mischievous spirit, tried to seduce both Maria and her Tango (which took the form of Maria's Shadow Dancer and a partner symbolizing every man who had fallen victim to the Tango), but neither Maria nor her Tango would have it. Long story short, people died, people came back to life, and Maria made peace with her Tango. It was absolutely stunning, but what got me was the concept.
An obsession which can consume a person to the point of disallowing them a real relationship.
I think if we all dig deep, we can find something with which we are completely obsessed, and, if we focus only on such a concept, would consume us to such a point.
I know what mine is.
Okay, so, uh, other news, let's see....I'm going to try to start a new comic. I won't stop Baker's Dozen and I am NOT done with Life, Death, and Sarah, though that will be going on the back burner until I can work something out with it. Since Skin for Skin (Biopunk) is done, I'll be needing editors for that, though that's getting hard these days...I mean, if one can't even get one's parents to read something, how is one meant to pose a book to the populace? But we'll work something out.
I don't have anything else to say.