Bitter with my breakfast tea.

The downside of only having classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday is that with at least a day off in between classes, every day can feel like a damn Monday.

So... tired...

I don't know why I set my alarm so damn early. And then refuse to take advantage of a twenty minute drive for napping purposes. And then, without fail, go to the one computer in the SU building that has a spacebar sensitivity problem.

Five hours of sleep, and I wake up with a haunch of smugly purring cat in my face. If I were allergic, that would have been considered an act of homicidal intent.

For any and everyone who has sent me an email in the past few days, I'm sorry, but I'm just getting to them right now. I spent the weekend ill and procrastinating, and I'm still with the sniffling, sneezing, and staggering about like an asthmatic zombie. I had an exam to cram for (and now another one next week), and my creative processes have resembled something like a wad of used masking tape. That likes porn.

And now that I'm approximately vertical again, I'm back into living in a world where editorial cartoons inspire riots and a possible Munich repeat, where 'public art' in my old city is argued to rightfully include dead animals and nude animations, and if I was still living there, I probably would have had to consider it a 'good thing' by my instructors.

Honestly... some days I am ashamed and embarassed to call myself an artist. Art for art's sake is high-headed, arrogant, overeducated bullshit. Freedom of speech should not overrule plain old common sense, courtesy, and tact... also known as civility.

"For not a word should be uttered without taking everyone present into account, without knowing their characters and their histories, in order to be certain of not offending anyone. In that respect men who live in society are of a great advantage. Knowing better what not to say, they are more certain of what they say."
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Confessions.

They say that mercy is the mark of a great man. Touting the Freedom of Speech(c) Get Out of Blame Free Card while people are dying is the mark of self-righteous and spoiled children.

Ick. Wanna talk of other things.

I want to write again. I've been having all these late night revelations about tekMage plot points, and I've yet to write them all down in a straight line. I don't even know how tekMage ends... well, sort of yes, but not how it resolves.

I miss my roleplay characters. Both of them. Part of me wants to get into something original with them... or maybe look for a totally new group. I dunno.

TT... give me more porn to draw... pretty please?

(no subject)

Oh, fucking hell...

http://channels.aol.ca/news/article.adp?id=20060208144709990001

Place of learning. Right. Then why does it seem like people never learn?

Over There

"The day is comin',
The drums are drummin',
If you know one, say a prayer.
There's mothers cryin',
Fathers sighin', uh-huh,
War is in the air.
The trains are fillin' up with boys,
Who've left behind their favorite toys,
They're goin' over there, over there,
Where someone has to die.
Over there, over there,
Where ours is not to reason why.
Over there, over there,
Where someone has to die."

Over There - Chris Gerolmo


's a good show. Depressing... but sometimes the good ones have to be.