I've been doing a lot of abstract painting lately, extremely abstract. No brush, no paint, no canvas, I just think about it.

-Steven Wright

Now, why can't I think up stuff like that.

Decaf coffee sucks.

Sincity and The Sandman

I love comics. There I said it. I'm a comic book geek.

And it has always been a disappointment when comics have been adapted to movies or for television. You do have the occasional passable adaptation, like the original Batman movie and the two Spiderman flicks.

But more often I am subjected to the horror of crap like Batman and Robin. The agony of seeing my favourite spandex wearing tormented hero being reduced to...words fail me.

Sin City on the other hand was fantastic. As some wise critic wrote, it is not a comic book adaptation. It's a comic book movie. For those of you who do not know, the movie has three stories from Frank Miller's Sin city Series. My favourite and the best of the three by far was the first one, "The Big Fat Kill". C'mon, how can you go wrong with a title like that? I was so impressed by the movie I went out and bought the comic. And read it yesterday when I was supposed to be preparing for a demo. And I can confirm what I previously wrote. The movie is incredibly true to the comic. Panels in the comic could be stills from the movie. So, I have no choice now, I'm going to have to buy the rest of the series.

And while I'm at it I'm going to have to buy the rest of the Sandman series too. I remember reading one of the Sandman comics years ago. Frankly I disliked it then. Probably because I was too young and not mature enough to appreciate it. So I went out on a limb and bought the first book in the series. It is incredible. It is a fantasy novel written with pictures. Apparently the artists who drew the comic changed during the first year, but they are all uniformly excellent. The drawings are weirdly psychedelic... nightmarish even. And they fit the story perfectly. The author of the series is Neil Gaiman. If you haven't read his book Neverwhere, read it now.

Back to work.

I CANNOT FUCKING FALL ASLEEP

I can't fall asleep. Second night in a row. I dislike this. I've been tossing and turning for ages now and this is starting to piss me off. So I reached for my trusty powerbook and decided to inflict this post upon you.

Keeping with my mood, which is pretty bad I shall...

I'm tired. I can hardly keep my eyes focused, but I am not fucking able to to fall asleep. I'll end up sleeping until noon and that will screw my schedule for the entire day.

I plan to get away this weekend. Let's see if that happens.

Clean breaks are hard to come by. Just when you think a clean break has been...achieved, your mind decides to fuck you up. To those who know what I'm talking about, go for the surgical amputation.

On a far more cheerful note, the weather here has gotten much better. And that means just one thing. Every attractive woman in State College is wearing as few clothes as she possibly can. This is a most desirable state of affairs.

On a far less cheerful note, I'm still sick. The cold and the flu have decided to make a comeback. Rajneesh's sickness, the sequel starring Influenza as Flu Jacobson, a cop with a mysterious past and the Common Cold as H A Chu, the comical yet deadly bounty hunter from the far East. The name of the movie is, of course, One Flu over the Haachooo's nest.

Gah.

The worst part about being sick and alone is being alone. Nobody to pamper you or take care of you. It's one of the worst parts of being an adult.

It's begun to dawn on me, with growing horror, that I am an adult. I have no idea how this happened. I turned around and the world aged on me. And took me along for the ride. I said some time ago that I felt old. I do. But I do not feel in the least bit mature. I am the last person in the world I would trust to do the sensible, grown-up thing.

(Blank line)

(Suitable Conclusion)

(Lame Joke)

(Obligatory Reference to cat)

Goodnight folks.

Hachoo...

I'm sick.

Fever, flu, the works.

Now accepting sympathy and soup.