Forced Creativity: Drawing my WoW character

You can't keep a good man down

So my computer broke, which lead to many hours of my fiddling with the underside of my laptop while gently stroking my trackpad like only a sensual lover can.

Several days, a bunch of Goldeneye 64 and a quick trip to Best Buy later I have broken down and bought and external, USB keyboard for my laptop.

Yes, my laptop is now a desktop.

This wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that the only keyboard I could find that was below $60 is ironically too big to fit into my trendy Timbuktu messenger bag. I am, however, able to return to the world of online bloggery and other such technological time-wasting.

If anyone knows of a place that will fix a Macbook Pro with an expired warranty (not buying AppleCare = fail) for something short of an arm and a leg, let me know.

Like the great philosopher Calvin said...

..."there's never enough time to do all the nothing you want".

I shall relish my upcoming 5-day weekend so, so much. I say every week should be a three-day work week. Three days of work, two days of weekend, repeat. I'd love it. Let's get some legislation going on to see that plan through. 

Alternatively, I suppose we could just extend the weekend like they did in "Doug" by slowing down the rotation of the Earth and making "Funday" a new day of the week.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

Addiction of the week: Ludo's "Love Me Dead". The song is great, the video is fantastic, and I'm beginning to wonder how much longer it can stay on loop in my mind before I start considering trepanation.

But seriously, don't watch this unless you want the same fate.

It also inspired me to touch my guitar for the first time in over a year. My fret muscles are atrophied, and my finger calluses are sadly gone.

Status:

12 hours, 10 episodes of Death Note, and several talks with friends later, I am a bit more stable. Still existential, still up-the-fucking-creek-of-life-in-a-rickety-boat-with-no-oars-rudder-or-sail, but at the very least in a sort of zen mood about the whole thing.

I stand firm, however, that no matter what other people say, you cannot take away from me the fact that Death Note is awesome.

Let me explain:

The series is about Light Yagami, a brilliant schoolboy-turned megalomaniac who acquires the power to kill whoever he wants after finding the notebook of a death god. With it, he does what any upstanding selfish egomaniacal teenager would do and starts executing every fucking murderer, rapist and general ne'er-do-well that lands themselves on the news, sure that one day because of his Justice dealings that he will be recognized as a God of the new world, free of crime and war.

"That's pretty awesome," I say to myself, "That man has a plan." One may not agree with that plan, but he HAS one, and he does what he has to to make sure it gets done.

I, on the other hand do not have a plan, and that fact is only growing heavier on me for every day that I spend at the job that I do not like, coming home to rot my brain in front of the narcotic glow of the computer screen. I know how to pursue things that I want, but right now I do not WANT anything at all. I need to learn how to WANT things again, even if its not in the apocalyptical flaming sword of justice kind of way (which I certainly wouldn't be terribly opposed to).

At any rate, enough about how Death Note has become my mental and spiritual guidance as of late, because that is undeniably weird. One day my addiction to it will wane, but Goddamn it, I need to fill this blog with something.

And now for my artistic musings: The first bunch is stolen from stock photos on DeviantArt. The second is stolen from real life, outside my apartment window.

This is me at my most existential.

Death Note is still awesome.

I am not quite sure what ELSE in the world is still awesome.

More on that later (?)