50% Cosby sweater + 50% Contra = 1,000,000% fucking awesome.
Bonus points for the subtle incorporation of the trees from the snow level on the forearms of the sleeves.
Courtesy of Dorkly.
Month: February 2011
Photos: Art League Atlanta, Round 1
Empty threat valid until the next time the opportunity presents itself: I’m never going to drink liquor again.
An evening of artsy-fartsy art-off between talented artists, to see who is the best artist under fire, with spontaneous criteria. Many of us go to support Jen’s pursuit to be that best artist, and she advances past the first round fairly soundly. As for the rest of us not participating, gratuitous drinking. I’ll be the first to admit that as I got drunker, the more spontaneous the photos, the blurrier they became, and the funnier my own jokes became, and eventually it devolved into pointing out the King of Hipsters, and Justin Bieber, among other spontaneous shit I may or may not have said or remembered saying throughout the course of the evening.
A trip down memory lane
After a few weeks of reading about how certain comic book characters and storylines have evolved throughout the years on Wikipedia, I felt the urge to dig up some old comic books and look back in time to some of my few salvaged comics. In the process of rummaging through some old boxes, I stumbled upon this now-ancient relic of the past: Kevin Lillard’s A Fan’s View the book. Oh my, was this a brief moment of some serious reminiscing.
I liked Kevin and what he did back in those days, and I wanted to support him, hence my purchase of his book. From what I’ve learned through hearsay and rumor, Kevin has long since left the convention scene, and his old website is long gone. I hope that whatever he’s doing these days, he’s still doing well, nonetheless. Needless to say, this book is more a memento of what he did, aside from the various JPEGs we as once cosplay enthusiasts hoarded from his numerous convention reports throughout the late 90s into the 2000s.
It goes without saying just how much the times have changed these days. As I looked through the pages, I can’t help but briefly pause and think about how many people I once knew from these days, and where they may be today. With the evolution of the internet, social networking, and particular websites, more information than what’s genuinely necessary seems to be available in regards to many individuals, any in many cases, it’s not really for the better. I knew a good bit of people that were pictured, and knew of some others. Some folks I didn’t, because of the old “east coast cons vs. west coast cons” disparity that once existed, and I got a good laugh out of the rudimentary evolution of costuming back then, compared to now. If a character had a navy blue cloak with a lighter blue trim, it seemed to mean navy blue with royal blue trim, of the cheapest, lustless basic cotton as possible; basically a Vampire Hunter D costume from 2000 looks like comparing a Crayola 8 pack to a 64 pack.
But mostly, perusing through this old relic, led to a litany of judgmental remarks, hinging on the lines of:
- You know, I didn’t really like him/her at all
- I had a crush on her
- If only people knew what he/she were doing today
- Man, these costumes sucked to standards now, and then
- Derek is/was a gigantic dork
- And to emphasize, you know, I didn’t really like him/her at all
One Year.
365 days ago, I officially moved totfc.net into a WordPress blog format. The main reasoning behind the move was that I felt that I was losing touch with my writing, mostly because the process was redundant and had become arduous, and I felt some obligation to make long and thoughtful posts in order to get my point across. When it felt like it was becoming a chore, I knew change was essential in order to restore order to my enjoyment of writing. A year ago, a new beginning, began.
2001 posts: 74 (not full year, either)
2002 posts: 81
2003 posts: 75
2004 posts: 73
2005 posts: 41
2006 posts: 55
2007 posts: 34
2008 posts: 19
2009 posts: 28
As you can see, as the years passed, so did my desire to really post anything to the old site. In the span of the last 365 days, I have posted to my new brog 225 times, effectively more than the last five years combined. Granted, the depth, quality, and integrity of the last year’s posts might not be nearly as “meaty” as some of my previous years’ posts, but I can say without much question, that over the last year, writing hasn’t felt a chore to me anymore, which is a wonderful feeling.
It’s not necessarily how much I’ve posted that’s refreshing, but also the means in which I’ve posted. I’ve made posts from seven different states, three different time zones, from my PC, various work computers, my old laptop, my Android phone, and most frequently, my trusty netbook. Post contents have been heartfelt and thoughtful, sometimes just a link that amuses me, or random pictures from when I have been traveling on my baseball trips. Some have been negative in connotation, with me pouring my ronery heart out, or fuming over my inability to secure a real job. But all of it has been relatively close to the moment, and a more accurate reflection of my actual emotions and thoughts, as opposed to me having time to stew and think things through, and deliberate my choice of words when I had the time at home to do so. When something crosses my mind that seems worthy to write about, I literally have the means to essentially get it down, just about almost anywhere. Even if it’s not worthy, I can brog my heart out too.
Needless to say, switching my website to a WordPress brog was the best decision I made last year. Writing means a lot to me, and when it began to take over my particular presence on the intertubes, it only made sense to adapt my online real estate to accommodate such outlet. With one year in the books, I’m hoping to keep this going and I realize at this point, I’ve pretty much been doing this for the last decade, which is kind of surreal, knowing that I’ve got quite a bit of personal writing up online for that long.
BHM query: Youths and cell phones
I haven’t done a single assignment today, and I’m genuinely curious to how much longer this place can justify having any freelancers, let alone two, to sit here and essentially get paid to do nothing on days like this. Needless to say, I’m really bored, and there’s only so much wikipedia I can read before my eyes feel like they’re going to fall out of their sockets. So that beings said, let’s ask another question for black history month:
Why do black teenagers feel the need to pretend like they’re on their cell phones when they’re clearly not using them?
Again, this could be an “Atlanta-thing,” but without fail, whenever I go to the store, there will always be at least one 15-25 year old black person who has a cell phone against their ear, but they never say anything back to it. Because, they’re not actually on a phone call.
Since I can’t really email this back to them
Hey Danny,
I was actually going to let you know we had someone start this week. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. We would certainly love to have you temp with us again. We are very busy these day so hopefully I will see you soon!
I was actually going to let you know.
Bullshit you were. This was in response to me sending a follow-up email.
I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you.
No you’re not. I hope the cheaper alternative to hiring me sucks a fat fucking cock. You had a lot more leverage than you thought you did, and I am fairly certain you could have gotten me hired.
We would certainly love to have you temp with us again. We are very busy these day so hopefully I will see you soon!
This makes one of us.
If taking a temp job for 1-5 business days puts me in a situation where I’ll never get to be hired by a company because I’ve got a finder’s fee attached to me for a day’s worth of work, I may have to start refusing short jobs.
Rejection, I can handle. But not getting a job I was more than qualified for, because of a finder’s fee, and the people that could have gotten me hired too fucking lazy to vouch for me does infuriate me. Not to mention being a scenario where I couldn’t even speak to deciding parties to try and figure something out on my own is bullshit too.
Conversation snippet of the day
