This is the last page of an issue of the comic Fell (Warren Ellis/Ben Templesmith). After a night shift as a detective in the horrid burg of Snowtown, our hero Richard Fell stands, Batman-style on the roof of an apartment building, watching the sun rise. After a day of dealing with incompetence, perversity and needless cruelty, he writes in his post-it journal: "7 am. This is where I live now. None of you are nothing to me".
It's such a beautiful and grandiose sentiment. To see everyone as people and not just as means, obstacles or moving backdrops. In a series about heinous and misguided crimes, it's almost super-humanly righteous. It also how I sometimes feel, and sometimes wishes I could act like I felt. I'm terrible at ignoring people. Some part of me needs to keep an eye on them. I gotta know where they are and what they are doing. I imagine where they are going, how they're feeling and other stuff I can't know. None of them are nothing to me. They can't be ignored.
At the same time I often get overloaded by all that scrutinizing, and I need to be alone, and I can't be anything to other people. I just conk out and the world can go whistle. I wish I had more energy to be more present.
Made a terrine with root beets, carrots, apples, onions, zucchini, bulgur and a leetle bacon (as well as some eggs to hold it all together). It turned out tasting great, but it would've been a bit more cohesive if I'd remembered potato.
This one struck a chord with me, especially since I sorta identify with Ethel (depressive wannabe horror writer). I wish that I could meet theoretical versions of me.
Today I saw the Anniversary edition of Over the Edge, one of my all-time favorite rpgs. It's twenty years old. Sit, that made me feel old! That and the fact that it's my birthday on Thursday. I'll be in my late early thirties. My colleagues at work tell me that I look young, or rather they're reacting with surprise and incredulity when I tell them how old I am. They're probably just being nice. All my immediate colleagues are women in their early twenties. "I thought you were, like, 25!" one of them said. I took it as a compliment. This entry was originally posted at http://hafwit.dreamwidth.org/7638.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
( Big comicCollapse )(Rocky is the standing dog, the sitting one we'll call Rufus)
Frame 1: Rocky: "So, how are things on the girl-front? You got your eye on anyone?" Rufus: "Me? Of course not!"
Frame 2: Rocky: "Why's that so obvious? It's summer, emotions will out!" Rufus: "Not MY emotions. I'm all dead inside".
Frame 3: Rufus: "I guess I should be sad about it, but I'm just relieved I don't have go through all that. If some cute girl's flirting with me, all I see's someone offering me a big heapin' bowl of trouble and issues, going: ''ere you go!'"
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After brunch my dad trounced everyone at bowling.-
Nice :)