ITEM! The search for affordable housing in the San Fernando Valley continues to be improbable as usual.
ITEM! I didn't rear my ugly head at the Long Beach Arena last weekend due to a couple of reasons. A) It was sponsored by Wizard Magazine and I detest Wizard Magazine with a passion. They say they cater to all comic book audiences, but only those independent publishers with deep pockets or world renowned notoriety need apply. I'm not a big wheel guy, so chances are I'd probably be out of place hawking copies of the Deposit Man over there- and those kind of big wheelers couldn't give two shits about me. Those who did go- I hope you had a blast, just remember us small fry people when San Diego rolls around.
B) Plus, I had a relapse with allegories this weekend. Coughing and propelling phlegm bombs were making their steady bow encores - but strangely enough, the symptoms magically disappeared after I made certain arrangements with a certain French/Spanish courtesan to help me bone up on my foreign language skills. It's amazing how hearing the word 'Merci' over and over in your ear can cure certain ailments.
ITEM! I've discovered one of my all time Kryptonite weaknesses about myself. I am powerless before women who talk in French with Spanish accents who hail from the city of Barcelona. Especially those who compliment you on your loss of weight and are turned on by Dutch boy haircuts.
ITEM! Where the hell am I going with all this?
ITEM! The wackiest thing I heard on talk radio this morning about the ruthless Israeli assassination of that Yassin guy a few days ago. Now like I've mentioned before, I don't see what is so damn discerning about how fucking fascinated we are with Middle East barbarism on a day to day basis. I couldn't give a fuck about why it is so important to Americans that there has peace and democracy on our stupid dime - but yet I gotta admit- this is even too low for Sharon to go around blowing up people in wheelchair's with missile, despite the fact that this Yassin guy goes around brainwashing little kids to take a couple of sticks of Napalm on school buses for show and tell all in the name of religion. There just had to be a better way of handling this. If Israel wants to be a democracy so bad, then why didn't they go and try to.... Arrest this guy, or at least, have a shootout in the street with a few MK-47's- but to throw a missile at this guy...While loading himself into a van for disabled people. Holy shit, if this was Professor X, you think that Magneto would stoop so low? Even Magneto would have more honor than this.
Anyway, the caller on this talk station out in St Louis that I listen to on a daily basis (it sort of reminds of an audible Delphiforums message boards, where you can say the most outrageous things and get kicked off, but sometimes be let back on the next day depending on severe the situation was) called WGNU - they're streamlined on the net www.wgnu.net make this inane comparison to Yessim to all people: Christopher Reeve. The caller tried to justify Sharon's action with this cute analogy: If Christopher Reeve went out and made a threat towards your family, wouldn't you want to put a bullet between his eyes?
ITEM! Well, Oliver called me and said that he'll have ten pages of finishes over Larry's pencils in a couple of days. Masekela calls me yesterday at work to tell me he has the cover to the DEPOSIT MAN & THE LAST GREAT GATE OF MORTALITY ACT THREE done- even though I didn't authorize him to do it yet.
Jesus cocksucking Christ- am I not the boss of my own self publishing company around here? Now I can relate to why Howard Stern has shit days with his staff sometimes and goes off on yelling sprees.
But in the interest of my own...eh, interests- I can't wait to see it regardless this weekend.
ITEM! Well, I did it, I finally took the plunge and bought all the Yes remaster and expanded editions, and I nearly got them all for a song from my employee store and discount. I think I got all eleven; Yes, Time and A Word, The Yes Album, Fragile, Close the Edge, Tales From Topographic Oceans, Relayer, Going For the One, Tormato, Drama, and 90125 for at least under $60 or 70 bucks. The average price of a CD was six and change and I couldn't be more happier in this fucked up world of hip hop gyros and bare breasting temptresses.
The next few entries, I will jot down a few words about each albums- but the fantasy realm of Quizno's box lunches beckons me now.