Blog #1

Alright, I'm not gonna lie, I have a really bad track record with blogs.  Every time I create one, the poor thing lives a great life for a few months, and then died from neglect, rotting away in cyberspace like a comet- not Haley's, but one that no one really gives a shit about.  This is just as good a place as any to post my whereabouts and work, for anyone who may possibly give said shit, so that I may be fertile and grow from them, like those mushrooms that everyone loves.  Ask Mario.  He knows what I'm talking about.

Alright- now, here's my first bitch.  Where the hell did my subculture go?  Where is everyone I used to know and love.  From personal aquantinces, who I now only see over Facebook, who made high school bearable and college fucking great, are gone from my everyday experiences as we float through adulthood in veils of misery that are completely devoid of parties that started at one person's house and spilled over then entire apartment complex, where we would critique the paint-by-number Last Supper my brother got me, with all the symbolism of the one on the wall in Europe, the curoscuro that the copycat got right- to the famous artists who inspired me to create; Miyamoto's in retirement, Vasquez is- WTF is Mr. Scolex doing, directing live action or some shit?- McFarlane hasn't put out a decent comic since SPAWN- no more NightMares & FairyTales, no more Gloom Cookie, or Johnny, everything seems a shell of it's former self.  I refuse to believe that this is because we've grown up.  We still play Zelda, Pokemon continues to fly off the shelf, Miyazaki is still amazing.  But we haven't seen anything new and original and gritty like, say, Maxx in ages.  What are we doing?

We're still just as filled with angst as we once were.  We can still buy, beg, borrow, or steal black eyeliner that looks just as good on the lips.  We can still buy furniture upholstery fabric to make corsets and boots.  We can still live, rather then fade into the limelight.

I feel very 14 writing this.  And that made me think of Emily the Strange.  I know that she's just a rip off of Rosaline from Nate the Great- but when I was 13-14, I absolutely LOVED Emily- I think I still have some of the T-shirts and socks and whatnot.  She embodied everything that I already was somehow, a loner, a bitch, a scientist, and an animal lover.  But I never quite had the money to buy all her things, and as commercialism set in, and Reger gained more and more success, I became estranged from the whole thing in the way that you stopped shopping at Hot Topic when you realized that they were selling jeans and internet meme tank tops.  But I think I was wrong.  It was my apathy, ironically a trait that Emily and her ink encouraged, that led to my subculture's downfall.  It is for this reason, among others, that I present to you my newest patterns, for free, as thanks for all of you being there with me- watching the rise and fall of our outer selves, who may want to do something about it, to preserve our culture, if nothing else, then for our children- so that when they watch Repo Madness, they know that a distopia is nearly upon us; and we saw it coming.