|
|
Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
|
|
|
Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic!  Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! Holy Crap! new comic! |
|
|
NEW COMIC!!
|
|
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
|
| Subject: | You know... |
| Time: | 11:51 pm. |
| Mood: |  tired. | | Music: | Venture Bros - 210 - I know why the caged bird kills. |
|
|
I had the worst 15 hours I had in a long time. Then I got a phone call. Shit's looking up.
|
|
Friday, January 18th, 2008
|
|
|
"The Aftermath" can be found in the gallery at no-dice-online.com along with a new comic, (number 40).</a>
Shout out to Jess, Adam, Tiny Tim, Rebbecca, and the other three people that read this.
|
|
Thursday, December 27th, 2007
|
|
|
 New comic. #38 |
|
Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
|
|
|
New comic. #35 |
|
Saturday, June 16th, 2007
|
|
|
I figured a'int nothing wrong with a little shameless self promotion....
|
| Time: | 2:38 am. |
| Mood: |  lonely. |
|
So I think this conversation with Matt sums up what's been going on theses past few days. Effort has been taken to maintain the anonymity of the party in question.
--------BEGIN TRANSMISSION------------
mattress1717: yeah, probably not so much. I'm quite tired. and I got mindfucked by lost tonight
Skippendicular: I got mindfucked myself today, I wish it was by a tv show.
mattress1717: what happened dude?
Skippendicular: eh, GIRL drama part 2 and 3
mattress1717: hahahahahaha
mattress1717: do explain?
Skippendicular: I'll give you the short version, cuz it's a long one.
Skippendicular: So, GIRL's got this new boy....I think I told you about him, right?
mattress1717: yeah, he was that Asian guitar dude at the party right>?
Skippendicular: word
Skippendicular: okay, so at that party after you and I left Jeremy and GIRL were all kinds of making out.
mattress1717: wowwwwwwwwwww
Skippendicular: And that hurt really bad, you know? but when I tried to talk to GIRL about it, she just didn't care.
mattress1717: wow dude
mattress1717: that's kinda really shitty
Skippendicular: that's part 2
Skippendicular: So last night I went over and talked with her for a long time. And she seemed really genuinely sorry for hurting me. She said that she was going to try to be more of a friend to me (this is because I also said that since this new guy came around I've been pushed to the back of her life).
Skippendicular: So THEN......
Skippendicular: I crash over there cuz it's late and I've gotta be on campus early in the morning, and all day today GIRL completely ignored me.
Skippendicular: didn't say two words to me, even though I was standing right there next to her all day
Skippendicular: and when I was like "yo, I thought you said that you were going to be more like my friend. I feel like once again, you didn't care that I was hurt."
Skippendicular: and she was like "I can't handle you right now."
Skippendicular: Keep in mind this is 10:30pm. The bus has stopped running at this point.
Skippendicular: So I called Jessix who, bless her heart, picked me up. And while I was waiting for Jessix, I call GIRL and say that I'm waiting downstairs for my ride, if she could give me five mins I'd really appreciate it.
Skippendicular: and she said that it would be pointless to come talk to me because there's nothing she could say to make me feel better.
Skippendicular: So I was like "Pointless? fuck you GIRL, fuck you!" hung up, got in Jessix's truck and came over here.
Skippendicular: called my mom and talked with her for 2 hours.
Skippendicular: This whole time I've been really mean and hurtful with my words towards GIRL. Which really isn't cool of me to do.
mattress1717: dude
mattress1717: that's total bullshit
Skippendicular: So I tried to call her back and apologize and she had her phone turned off. So I left her a voice mail.
Skippendicular: And now, it's 2:00am, I've got a test in 8 hours (With GIRL, mind you) and there's no way I could sleep right now.
Skippendicular: that's the short version.
mattress1717: that's pretty shitty dude. I can't believe Jeremy would do that to you
Skippendicular: Jeremy actually was really stand-up-ish about it.
mattress1717: I mean, you guys have been friends for like 8 years
Skippendicular: The whole kiss with Jeremy thing I can get over.
Skippendicular: is the complete abandonment by my best friend on campus that really really hurts.
Skippendicular: Jeremy was like "Dude, you're right. It was mad fucked up to do. We were drunk, I didn't plan for it to happen. But I'm really sorry that I hurt you, you're my friend and that wasn't cool."
mattress1717: that's cool
Skippendicular: So, the J-man is off the hook. I'm not completely 100% cool with him, but, 95% ain't bad.
Skippendicular: GIRL, though....is like -40k%
mattress1717: yeah
mattress1717: has GIRL even told her bf about this?
Skippendicular: Oh they broke up
Skippendicular: She's with this new character now.
mattress1717: before all this?
Skippendicular: yeah
mattress1717: ok
mattress1717: that kinda makes sense then. I've found that when girls get out of relationships, especially long term ones, they just kinda go crazy and get whatever action they can and ignore a lot of other stuff
Skippendicular: I guess I just didn't expect to be one of the 'stuffs' that got ignored, you know? Or completely shunned when I felt like ass for being ignored.
Skippendicular: But that doesn't give me any right to be a jerk back to her. I mean, I said a lot of really mean things that I'm really not very proud of.
Skippendicular: so now I feel like crap because GIRL doesn’t really seem like she wants me as a friend anymore. And I feel guilty for handing it like a 5-year old.
Skippendicular: handling*
mattress1717: dude. it's just a whole ton of bullshit. there's no right way to handle it.
Skippendicular: yeah, I know....but I could have done better.
Skippendicular: I didn't have to call her a slut, or tell her "fuck you!" and slap the phone closed.
Skippendicular: If I want her friendship, that's really not the way to go about it.
mattress1717: meh. she's not being very mature about it either. you just need to give it some time
Skippendicular: yeah. I figured.
Skippendicular: Hooray for weeks without sleep!
Skippendicular: Christ, I can't remember the last real night's sleep I got. Haven't really gotten any sleep in the past few days, so I guess all I've got is time.
mattress1717: yeah
mattress1717: I know what you mean
Skippendicular: Plus I've been really fever-ish all day
mattress1717: shitty
Skippendicular: for reals.
mattress1717: alright dude. I'm gonna head to bed. I'll hit you up tomorrow after I get off. you gonna be around?
Skippendicular: yeah.
Skippendicular: I'll talk with ya then.
mattress1717: yeah, def dude
Skippendicular: btw, this is going in my LJ
mattress1717: hahahahaa
mattress1717: I bet
Skippendicular: No, this conversation.
Skippendicular: I think it sums up the whole deal pretty well.
mattress1717: yeah
mattress1717: take it easy dude. don't let THE MAN hold you down
Skippendicular: The WOman?
mattress1717: yeah
--------END TRANSMISSION------------
|
|
|
|
Apparently, if you want some empathy, you had better have some blood to trade for it. This is one fucked up existence we've got here.
|
|
Tuesday, April 24th, 2007
|
|
|
New comic Posted:
I'm sure all three of you will be pleased.
No | Dice
|
|
Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
|
|
|
The new webcomic by Skippy
|
|
Friday, December 29th, 2006
|
|
|
I like to think that I'm pretty smart.
I'm not saying that I know a lot of things.
I'm reminded that I'm quite a void of valid information on a pretty regular basis.
It's my belief that true intelligence has nothing to do with knowing things.
Very rarely will the answer to a question be apparent.
At least the good answers to the good question are illusive.
Additionally, these answers are in no means concrete.
And neither are the questions, really.
Nothing is ever static.
heh, static....
It's funny that static is about the only static thing.
the first static referring to the black and white "snow" you see on a broken TV.
The constantly changing, and seemingly random arraignment of black or white pixels.
This changing is happening so fast, you can’t even see the whole thing.
The second static meaning constant, or unchanging.
meaning that the shifting, the uncertainty, the chaos, the dynamic remains unchanged.
And we, as humans, can only
So, 2 + 2 equals 4..............for now.
But it used to equal bowling balls.
We only know what's correct and incorrect based on the events and results we've seen.
Spelling, grammar, and syntax are a perfect example of this.
Let’s say you meet somebody who speaks very little English.
If they make some gestures and say a few words, you can figure it out.
They didn’t speak your language, or any standardized one for that matter
But they still conveyed some sort of message.
Even if they mispronounced most of the words,
They used a previously unknown language.
Or maybe the ‘wrong’ version of a known language.
Either way, it worked.
So, where am I going with all this?
I don’t know, but let’s see where it goes, shall we?
The reason I think I'm smart is because I know that I know very little.
My lack of facts, figures, and dates indicate that I have more to learn.
In short, it's the ability and desire to know more that indicates intelligence.
Always question why, always question how.
Even if you know the answer, ask anyways.
What damage can really be done?
None.
What's the worst that can happen for asking a stupid question?
Or
What's the worst that can happen if you answer a question incorrectly?
None, either way.
Unless you are purposely out to fool the person, because then you're a dick.
Dicks try to cover their own ignorance by pointing out other peoples.
Not at all productive, and in fact, quite detrimental.
True intelligence isn't a cornucopia of data, that's being a computer Hard Drive.
I'm not a hard drive.
I'm not a depository for information, because trust me....I retain very little of what I learn.
It's the learning - The discovery - the search.
It's forgetting what you learned only to remember it.
It's connecting the dots that you lost last week in your friend's couch.
It's finding that last puzzle piece under those dirty clothes.
You had it all along, just buried.
Just hidden.
Almost forgotten, almost unlearned.
What is important to know, the one important fact,
the one real truth, so to speak,
is knowing how to look for more. Knowing how to learn.
BUT
Even that only marks somebody as a mere candidate for being considered "intelligent."
True smart-ness is possessed by somebody who wants to learn.
Geniuses take the journey of the mind willingly and with excitement.
Idiots, refuse to take the first step.
And most people will only follow the road when pushed.
Remember to forget, and forget to remember.
So why do I ask dumb questions?
Why do I seem to know very little most of the time?
Why do I act odd and say things that make me look dumb?
::Shrug:: I don't know, do you?
If you do....please let me know?
But please, my anonymous audience, I might be nothing more than a rambling retard.
if you're a skeptic, and believe that I actually am of sub-par intelligence,
Well
You're right.
But not because you know the truth,
But because you think you do.
I'm not going to dissuade you.
Who knows who's really right?
Am I the fool? Are you the fool? Are we the fool?
|
|
Saturday, September 9th, 2006
|
|
|
So, Jeremy and I are working on a webcomic-thing. If you want to send us ideas for scripts and what not, that'd be kinda awesome. But, anywho...this is the first one....well hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself. Man oh man, Livejournal. It's like high school. I've been fairly nastolgic as of late. I dont really know why, exactly. All I really want to say is Eli saved my life, and I miss the days of high school. Not so much the building or the classes, mostly the people. Like, being around people that I think understand me, and people that I can understand. Things were simple. And as much of a load high school is, what with just the bullshit of administration and classes and drama, and lest we forget the bomb threat? I like to think of High school as a factory where they take children and turn them into pre-adults. It's like boot camp for life, basically. But the best part was you were like...yeah I go to high school, so I have, essentially, zero real responsibilities. School and books were free, food was like DIRT cheep. And you just mooched off your parents. Because you had no real obligations you could do whatever you wanted as long as you put in your hours at school, which equates to chillin' with your friends all day, right? Man, I'd give anything to go back for just like...a week of high school. I'd either walk away with two tastes in my mouth: One) Man, that was freakin' great....ahhhhh. Or B) Fuck all that noise. Either way, it'd be sweet ot just kick it with people. I dont think people in Fairfax really understand me. This is just a weird place to be. I dunno. I hate Northern virginia with such a passion. I cant really put my finger on what the problem with this place is, but I think it has to do with me not being rich, and going to school....in fairfax. For those of you not in the know, fairfax is pretty nice. Like as in, so nice we pay 1675/mo in rent. Not including utilities. Which is straight rediculous. Three rooms, two baths, senvinteen hudred dollars a month. Can I get a weak sauce? ((WEAK SAUCE!!)). That's waht I'm talking about.
But anyways, I digree. Here's the deal with the comic:
It centers around some janks. The title is "Thems my Janks." Now, the main character is Don. He's this guy who has an apartment or what not. And all his stuff, well some of it anyway, is alive. There's good janks, and bad janks. But he needs all of them. Like his lighter, or there's a bananna, you'll see. But the thing is, one of his Janks is his lease. And as I've learned...you can't be breaking no leases. And Don signed that janks, as a result the janks (the lease) can change to be like "whatever, you cant leave." so he's stuck with all this janks that needs him to take care of them, but they're just ...well you'll see. Check it, and please tell me what ya'll think.
Keep it real.
[[ Oh yeah, I've succumbed. I've joined the colony and gotten myself a myspace. ]]
|
|
Thursday, June 15th, 2006
|
|
|
|
So, I'm off to brainwashing camp this weekend. Huzzah....and such. On the upside, I'm gonna hit my parents with some of the knowlage they paid for me to learn: Hip Hop Culture. That'll be fun.
|
|
Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
|
|
Monday, January 2nd, 2006
|
| Subject: | Random |
| Time: | 3:56 am. |
| Mood: | drained. | | Music: | Wu-Tang Clan - Shame On A Nigga. |
|
Here's some random shit I scribbled down while I was at work the other day:
My brain is composition of dreams and cobwebs. Dreams of triumph and tragedy, the macabre and mediocre. The cobwebs form where thoughts would go, had I not been taught to ignore them.
****
The Modern Junkie can get their fix 24-hours a day, anywhere, and no law restricts their consumption. The product comes through thousands of channels and is available in high definition where available. The cathode ray tube injects the junk intravenously.
****
The car cut lines across the highway's veins and arteries. We were the cardiac equivalent representation of mankind's search for something that is one half real, and one half a fantasy, yet it's existence was never in question.
****
Fingernails slice open the velvet curtains. The explosion of illumination makes me long for times of innocence and naivety. But those days died along with the lacerations of the curtains.
****
I dream because reality doesn't cut it anymore. Hallucinations experienced by vast audiences are more real, it seems, than anything the material plane can conjure. And that, my friend, is a fact of my reality.
****
Please note that these aren't supposed to mean anything more than you, the reader, want them to.
|
|
Saturday, December 17th, 2005
|
|
|
AngrELlama: anyway i gotta go buy some cigs and
some breakfast
Skippendicular: good combo of purchases.
AngrELlama: thats what im saying man
AngrELlama: maybe a flavored coffee drink too
AngrELlama: who knows
AngrELlama: the world is filled with possibilities
Skippendicular: and they all (or a lot of
them anywyas) open to you.
Skippendicular: you
might find a diamond
ring on the ground worth a bajillion
dollars.
AngrELlama: exactly my friend
AngrELlama: of course its far more likely that i find
bitterly cold snow
Skippendicular: or you might step in some
donkey poo
AngrELlama: but nonetheless i must venture forth
Skippendicular: in hopes of the fortunent
ones?
AngrELlama: in hopes for the future, skippy
Skippendicular: and realy, that's all we
can do.
Skippendicular: is hope
for the future.
AngrELlama: i feel like this is the point where we
should break into song
AngrELlama: but im starving
Skippendicular: alright, peace.
|
|
Monday, November 7th, 2005
|
|
|
Last night on Adult Swim America saw one of (if not the) best animated series of all time. The Boondocks by Arron Mcgrouder, the funniest comic strip currently in the newspaper, has been adapted for television as an animated series. If you missed it, there will be a re-run on saturday sometime.
Watch it.
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
drawing_a_blank's journal
accomplished.
busy.
artistic.
nostalgic.