It feels like I'm living life through a view-master right now.
I'm trying to write a comic script currently. You would think with all the comics I read, and cartoons I watch, that it would come pretty easily, but not necessarily so. A friend of mine and I were sitting around complaining about the writing in Batman the other day, and he said "I could write a story better than that." I said, "So do it." At that point I realized it is people like us, who care about the characters and story so much, that should be writing comics.
Everything feels kind of far away, like all of those melancholy Christmases of my memory. I don't want it to feel that way. I wonder if there is something I can do to change it. I wonder whatever happened to that time when I felt so close to enlightenment, so at peace and ease and in touch with life. Belief was more of a concrete thing then. Still being in college feels like I'm still hanging around after just about everyone else has left the party, and there is that lingering ghost of an essence still haunting the place, which makes what was moments ago lively and exciting now kind of scary and lonely. I've got to find a cure.
I'm trying to write a comic script currently. You would think with all the comics I read, and cartoons I watch, that it would come pretty easily, but not necessarily so. A friend of mine and I were sitting around complaining about the writing in Batman the other day, and he said "I could write a story better than that." I said, "So do it." At that point I realized it is people like us, who care about the characters and story so much, that should be writing comics.
Everything feels kind of far away, like all of those melancholy Christmases of my memory. I don't want it to feel that way. I wonder if there is something I can do to change it. I wonder whatever happened to that time when I felt so close to enlightenment, so at peace and ease and in touch with life. Belief was more of a concrete thing then. Still being in college feels like I'm still hanging around after just about everyone else has left the party, and there is that lingering ghost of an essence still haunting the place, which makes what was moments ago lively and exciting now kind of scary and lonely. I've got to find a cure.
Edited to say, thanks for the idea for the costume. I am taking this seriously. Last time I dressed up, I was a dead bridesmaid. Good use of a bad dress, but nobody got it.
[Edited on Oct 17, 2005 8:15PM]
"Sometimes I want to respond to the things you say, but lack the content of mind to articulate anything. When I am alone, it seems as if my mind has plenty of things to say, yet when the opportunity presents itself to participate in meaningful discourse, it sometimes leaves me high and dry. Your contact, nonetheless, is greatly appreciated."
I think mostly when I'm alone and far away from my computer, about posts, weird, maybe. oh well.