I’M SERIOUSLY AT THE POINT I WANT THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD TO BURN.
YOU FUCKING HUMANS PISS ME THE FUCK OFF.
THE RAGE IS REAL.
THE US GOVERNMENT IS ESSENTIALLY COMMITTING TREASON INSIDE ITSELF.
UNFUCKINGREAL.
…sigh…
Pretty much pissed at everyone I know…
It’s really not a good time to poke the beast.
I assure you.
Can’t say I didn’t warn you.
Because—I did.
You also can’t be mad at me for trying to protect you from myself.
See?
I’m a good person.
I do good things.
Meandering around Royal Oak—despite raging—helped a group of elderly take a walker out of the back of their car and took it to the lady trying to get out of the front seat.
They had pulled up in front of a garage to get out, and the security guard came over to tell them they needed to move.
I knew they weren’t going to just move without getting out because it was really the only place for them to do so, so I meant to expedite the process.
IT IS MY CIVIC DUTY TO “HELP THE LITTLE OLD LADY CROSS THE STREET.”
So—I’m going to play magic tonight with someone I played with last time I lived in MI… who, kind of, stalked me; but, he’s good and his play group is pro level—don’t judge.
And—need to kill some time before.
Going into this with the notion my laptop battery is almost dead, I needed to find a place with wifi and a plug—alcohol would be nice.
Set destination for HopCat—but, they were hoppin’
So, I’m wandering around looking for places; an, it’s onsie night XD
SO MANY ONSIES XD
Of course I ask several groups if they already had them—a few did. XD
Back in October, I made a note somewhere about all the onsies for sale in MI.
DAFAQ THIS A THING?
Maybe I’m just jelly…
Whatevs…
Three potential places later, I’m sitting at this bar in a restaurant I don’t know the name of… oh… B Spot?
Like; Burger Spot?
Oh… Burger, Brat and Beer…
That’s fucking dumb.
Fries are good though.
And, BBQ sauce.
Whatever… shut up.
Found a driver’s license on the ground.
Assuming it belongs to someone attending onsie night just because of the population and thought about trying to find the person in charge to turn it in but there are a lot of people downtown and won’t guarantee its return.
Of course, I’m going to mail it to her.
That shit sucks.
Anyway…
So, I’m now sitting here with two hours to kill after having some form of spanish coffee with a double shot of rum.
My last “paycheck” came in the form of a debit card.
ZERO warning.
PISSED.
So, now I feel like I’m being looked at like I’m committing fraud every time I use it because it doesn’t have a name on it—that’s not entirely true—I’m actually about to use it for the first time; but, I haven’t used it up to this point because I felt like I’d be looked at like I’m committing fraud… sigh…
Not to mention, was trying NOT to spend that money… but, of course, I am… sigh…
This marketing firm print job needs to happen soon.
But, then—of course—I immediately need to take 2 fridays off in a row next month. XD
I’m funny.
Super stoked though!
So, Feb 9th-11th, going to ASTRONOMICON
OMFG. Eric Bischoff, Kevin Nash, Scott Hall AND Booker T!!! <3
I grew up in the ’90s with WCW as a staple in our household.
It was on ever Monday and Thursday night.
My mom was a HUGE fan of Kevin Nash and Scott Hall—thought they were the sexiest men alive.
Also, Sig Haig and Bill Moseley, The Devil’s Rejects—eeeeeeekkkkkkkkk!!!!! <3
FANBOY MOMENT!!!
Also, someone I was suppose to write a review for; and, kind of, did—but; not really because it wasn’t great and I don’t understand how he’s made this level of fame over it because I feel like I wasted and entire evening reading Vol. 1 hoping for it to get better…
Anyway…
The following weekend, I will be attending Planet Comicon in Kansas City, Missouri.
So is Danny Trejo; John Cusack; and, Jason Momoa.
: )
Going with Comics, Beer and Sci-Fi crew.
My card worked and everything was fine, so I ordered a brat and a cider—1.5 hours to kill.
RAWR.
681 words in and all I’ve been doing is ranting about how I got to this point of the review I’m about to grace you with…
But, it really has been important to say all this to get you understand my level of rage.
I’ve been (trying not to) fighting with everyone in my immediate circle.
Everyone has pissed me off in some way.
THEN!
This guy I messaged off craigslist posting about ending his worthless life, turned on me after I refused his marriage proposal.
DAFAQ IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
ANNNNNNNNND, YOU WONDER WHY I HATE HUMANS…. SIGH…
Before I can actively start writing a review, I needed to get that off my chest because it puts my mood in perspective for what type of comic I’m looking for and how I’m looking at it.
OH! And! Feb. 23rd-24th, I’ll be at Great Lakes Comic Con for the hat trick.
It’s funny, I’ll actually be helping run the magic gaming section where I’d learned magic two years ago.
Quite pleased and impressed with myself—if I say so myself—and; I do—because; I did.
Opened Gate Keeper Games on Thursday because Mr. Tim had a thing…
This dude from a distributor called about setting up an account and asked me about the con—he’s running the board gaming… I said I was personally going and would be assistant with magic gaming and we made plans to say hi.
Networking is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO important in this industry.
If your not there, you’re not there.
985 words and I still haven’t started “reviewing” anything because the last (7:44—4:44) time I sat down to read something—few days ago—was a complete and utter waste of my fucking time—and I fucking hate time.
You know—because, I just fucking told you.
1029 and an hour to go—I think we’ve hit that point… the time to make a choice.
What to read…
…sigh…
4,329 choices.
Would easily be over 5k now if I hadn’t missed so many downloads from poor signal strength and periodic lack of caring about anything—comics, included.
I really do hate you all.
Anyway…
Perusing my digital library, Found the Third Testament Vol. 1-4.
Remember doing a review on Vol. 1 before the sever crash were I stupid lost everything because I backed up nothing—yes—I’m still salty.
Remember liking the title…
Don’t remember if I read them all—think I will now, though…
DAFAQ not…
Well, not ALL of them at this moment because I’m down to 45 mins…
But, now I’m going to have to read this ALL again… sigh…
Ugh… I LITERALLY have been in arguments with 4 people over the last two weeks regarding this bullshit… sigh…
No matter how much we’ve advanced, this shit is wo-man—as in, sub of man—is still SO prevalent and constantly reinforced in our society.
I like the art, though.
And—despite a few seemingly missing pronunciations in the way of conversational pausing English most miss, because I love simi-colons and em-dashes—the dialog is quite good.
You can HEAR the characters speaking.
Impressive.
…
Ugh… didn’t even make it to page 20 without my roommate texting about giving him the cold shoulder…
I’M NOT SURE WHAT PART OF “I HATE HUMANS; LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” PEOPLE DO NOT UNDERSTAND?!?!?!?!?!?!?”
I’ve been in a shit mod for days.
I’ve been nothing but open and honest…
AND, PEOPLE ARE GETTING MAD AT ME FOR IT?!?!?!?!?
If anything I’ve learned, I have the right to not to talk to anyone… right?
Just as everyone has the right not to talk to anyone else…
That’s my understanding in all this fucking mess…
But, of course, it’s his fucking birthday and I didn’t fucking know and he non nonchalantly makes little comments versus coming out and says what’s on his mind so I wasn’t aware today was his birthday—but; I’m the asshole… sigh…
Ugh! I hate humans…
ANYWAY…
1383… I have about 3 mins left until I need to get going and I’m still waiting to cash out from 20 mins ago and I’m rawr…
RAWR!!!
Haven’t really finished this article in the way of a review but I think I’ve written enough content to hopefully amuse you as much as I’ve amused myself writing it until I decide to actually write a review.
I’m funny.
Be well.
Fuck off and die…
K. Done–Byee!
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