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Just a thought, really.
It looks interesting enough to watch for a bit — and then if it gets good, I’m sure NBC will cancel it.
So what’s the deal with the butt-hurt conservatives lately? They say this is Obama’s Katrina, like it’s something that isn’t being handled properly and there’s multiple levels of command failures everywhere. Can the US government physically stop an oil spill? No. The government can’t stop a Hurricane, much less an oil spill. But what can they do? The government can put a freeze on deep water drilling for 6 months to make sure this type of thing never happens again — can you say that about hurricanes?
There’s probably a lot more the US government and the president can do about mobilizing more personnel and organizing them in the clean-up effort, but at least they are organized and not a tragic mess like the Katrina FEMA response was. So is this Obama’s Katrina? Definitely not.
The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end… “Wait, so there was a drain plug on the island that kept it from sinking?”
Humor aside, “Lost” has been one of my favorite shows of all time and I think the golden age of television may be over for my generation. There’s nothing to religiously watch anymore. All the good shows have come and gone – Futurama Classic, Arrested Development, Life, Star Trek – all gone.
I think the show ended on a good note which is full of spirituality and holds high entertainment value to its viewers. Critics will call it a “WTF” ending, but because we see the alternate reality as actually a purgatory of sorts, the audience has a glimpse of a happy ending for all their beloved characters. Surely I did predict Hurley would be the new caretaker of the light, and that Jack would die on the island as the show came to a bookend close, but I never would have guessed the events that would have lead us to the end – a misdirection that Jack took as the temp, or the alternate reality ending. I’m just glad it wasn’t Hurley’s dream or one of those other guesses widely spread on the internet.
To say that cast was already dead is also up for interpretation, but to me it seems that the island held more of a Fountain of Youth mythology and that it transcended time and space. We saw what happened in the past, then what happened in the future, and then we saw a place where there was no time, no space, and in a sense the step we all must take to let go: acceptance.
So, what’s next?
Sometimes you wonder if things actually happened. For example, did Sarah Palin actually say, “Drill, baby, drill?” Yes. She did. So did many other republicans. You can’t be pro environment and pro drilling. When the Horizon sank, supposedly one of the most advanced exploratory ships in the world, republicans shut up. It always seems to take a national disaster to fuel both outrage and and sympathy. We’ll see in the next few weeks how they’ll spin this story — perhaps they’ll say we need “safer” drilling techniques, or we’ll need to start drilling farther from the coast. Whatever the right-wing says, Americans won’t be fooled.
There’s an old saying in Tennessee — I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.
- President George W. Bush
I finally sold her. The money I got for her was worth it though. It’ll put us in a better position to buy a home.
I just wrote an entire Facebook note about how economics works in our country and its relation to the health care reform bills being worked on by congress. Facebook decided not to post it (because it sucks) and so I decided to make a comic. I haven’t been making comics lately. I’m looking for a house. I’m getting married. These are things that happen, I suppose. We have health insurance, but it’s so expensive, I don’t know how much longer we can afford to keep it. I think this is the common denominator in our society. Democrats are fighting for reform, but republicans don’t seem to want it–or they want to do it their way.
I’ve never seen Jersey Shore. It looks stupid. I heard they popularized the “fist pump.” WTF? No they didn’t. I want it back. I’m taking the fist pump back. Also that girl Snooki looks like that dude from Saw. You be the judge.
Kate: Didn’t all moderates die out in the 80′s? scientists are trying to resurrect them with DNA extracted from mosquitoes, but they’re not hopeful.
Stuck at traffic school with Melissa Miller
In reality my BAC wasn’t too bad… Kelly’s was a bit over the limit. We played Apples to Apples and had a pretty good time St. Patrick’s Day.
The realy question isn’t if I have a curve in my neck, but does it really matter?
Kelly told me that she doesn’t have a curve in her neck. I always thought that was weird. She said it was because all of her car accidents… could be true.
So I’ve been hearing Jimmy Eat World’s cover of the Wham song Last Christmas. I YouTubed the music video and thought of this comic. This is dedicated to Kelly 
Merry Christmas every one!
I would fail as a realtor. Good thing the economy tanked and no one is buying homes.
When a girl asks you to take her out for a steak, you say “HELL YES.” That is all.
So I bought a DigiPro digital pen off woot.com the other day… it finall arrived. It’s a little tricky, but I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it. It’s already cut the workload in half! Can you believe I’ve been doing the comic for years using a mouse? Before that I used a paper and a Sharpie and a scanner that one day decided to break. NO MORE! Today is a new day for ihearteddie.com! The Pen is pretty smooth–as you can see from the writing above. Also, there’s an option for pressure sensative operation, but you have to press really hard and I don’t want to break it. I did buy 3 of them though, so I guess it’s okay to break one.
At the Lei Lounge, this Boston chick pleaded with me to volunteer for the campaign, or at least donate some money. I basically told her to eff off because she was seriously badgering me. To make up for it, I did this comic. Here’s a link to the proposition. http://www.noonprop8.com
They all suck after RoboCop 2.
So, I’ve been watching a lot of Battlestar Galactica. I’ve been a huge fan since I was a kid and have the crazy Cylon box set. I’ve been missing the new series, so I decided to Netflix them and watch it over the summer. So far so good.
Happy 4th of July Indepdenence Day to my friends and family. I’ll leave you with this image to freely spread around and link back to my web comic:
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So I decided against the family car. Still remodeling the house. It’s about time I stopped growing up and live a little more because it’s a long way to the top and I best get there in style.
As Clinton pummels Obama in Pennsylvania, I can’t help but wonder if there are more black people or women in PA? FactCheck.org has some interesting stuff about each candidate and their accuracy. What keeps me going is that the shroud of a party divided and in the spotlight really doesn’t matter. Clinton and Obama both know it’ll be one of them winning the election in November, and it leaves us asking, “McCain who?” That’s good for democrats. As for my cartoon today, I predict a Clinton/Obama ticket. It can’t be any worse than Gore/Lieberman. Wtf happened to that guy? He was kinda cool, and now he may be invited to speak on behalf of the republican party at the GOP convention? What a sell out Lieberman is. Ef that guy. If Newt and Nancy can get along on global climate change, what the fuck s up with Joe?
Larissa and Daisy were talking about some friends they have whom they have an intimate knowledge of their sexual arrangement (friends with benefits). Tommy and Gina don’t really exist, except in a Bon Jovi song. Larissa explains how certain types of relationships never really work out in the end. I was going to draw her as a ninja, but decided that would be the topic of a future comic.
Happy 4/20 (Earth Day Observed). I saw Brazil last night.
I also found out that Terry Gilliam directed Time Bandits. Who knew?
This conversation brought me lolz tonight. I had to actually research D&D for the homies.
I work in a developing area filled with wild brush and fields that have yet to be leveled by concrete. On the 905 W today, I saw that a duck had been run over and in the median were baby ducks, or ducklings, about eight or so in total. Concrete barriers halted their passage across. One car had stopped to pick up one of the ducklings. The light turned green and it was too late for me to help them–but I decided to make a U-turn at the last second and go back after them. Coming back around, they had already made it into the intersection as cars raced by. Luckily my light was red. I turned on my hazard lights and people watched as I ran frantically into the street herding the ducklings into the brush on the side of the road. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I figured being on the side of the road in the wild brush was better than being hit by speedy traffic. Hopefully they’ll die of natural causes rather than become roadkill. I really tried to grab the baby ducks and thought maybe I could let them go in a lake, but time and logic were against me. A 3 lane highway full of cars coming from Mexico, and scared, scattered ducklings made the idea almost impossible. I was able to get every last one across the street and into the field and that’s the direction they continued their journey. Hopefully some of them made it without their mother
A woman that fine you gotta romance!
coding… sucks.
interface… sucks.
actionscript 3… sucks.
algorithm for the brush tool… sucks
(as you can see by my drawing).
flash cs3 doesn’t suck, it blows.
the only positive thing: ctrl + alt + shift + s (save for web from photoshop is now a standard export function). Wow, that was geeky, but am I right fellas?
Thus began Eddie’s campaign to destroy Las Vegas, a city where morality is bleak and migrant hotel workers can steal iPods, cell phones, and laptops without penalty. Or perhaps they were fired, but the hotel just doesn’t care enough to pay for it, citing a law written in 1953 stating that they aren’t responsible for theft on their property or in their parking lots. In future news, Boyd Gaming gets a bill for a new iPod, one Laptop, and a Motorola cell phone. By the way, it was the Orleans. Don’t stay there.
I was her love, she was my queen
I’m glad you can’t see me now because my hair is pretty bad.
I was in San Francisco for New Years Day this year. It was awesome.
Women tend to hear what the want to hear.
My roommate Robert wants to offend everyone by writing today’s comic.
Two thumbs up, I suppose. I thought the pacing was kind of sloppy–as bad as Star Wars. Over all, it was pretty cool… if you’re into antidisestablishmentarism fantasy. The opposite of the Chronic-what-cles of Narnia.
Boy, that escalated quickly. I mean things really got out of hand fast!
Come on, now, I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again.
MFEO
Pictures of this memorable event are on my Facebook!
I’ve never cracked a wishbone before, and on Sunday at high noon, Logan and I had our Wishbone Off. We had tried on Thanksgiving, but unfortunately I was disqualified because the wishbone slipped out of my hands. Sunday, Logan took home the gold, and by gold I mean she got her wish, I didn’t. If only I had pre-wished for winning the Wishbone Off.
we are none of us alone.
even as we exhale,
it is inhaled by others.
the light that shines upon me,
shines upon my neighbor as well.
in this way,
everything is connected to everything else.
in this way,
i am connected to my friend,
even as i am connected to my enemy.
in this way,
there is no difference between me and my friends.
in this way,
there is no difference between me and my enemies.
we are none of us alone.
Robert is moving in under one condition…
If I fall madly in love and need him to move out, he’ll leave.
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Went out with my BFF Brad and Michael “Big White” Robrock tonight. For some reason I kept thinking it was called a “torpedo.” Pretty amazing italian place in Old Town. Maybe I’ll take you some day?
Who knows how long the strike will last. I’ll update when I can.
Someone once told me, “I was nervous because I sometimes get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about you.” I thought that was the sweetest and loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me. I even wrote a song about it. Now I don’t know what to believe. I wish there was a sign to let me know things will be alright, but instead, I get the opposite which fuel my desire to move as far away from this place as possible. I’m going to just write a simple poem today for my friends:
I shake and tremble thinking of you
Your very presence I can feel from miles around
Oh the places we will see can only be fantasy now
The life we will live is merely hope in my dreams
I don’t know how you feel anymore,
I don’t know how you sleep anymore,
You broke me, you destroyed me like the others before
It could be my imagination, or I could just be disturbed
Letters unsent sit in my mailbox.
Letters received collect dust in the corner of my mind
All I know is I miss you fiercely
So I shake and tremble, and I’ll be thinking of you.
I’m not going to lie. I’m in love. This weekend, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. COULD NOT. I had a dream about vampires last night and she was in it. I am crazy. I’m going to have to move away to shake it. This shouldn’t be happening, but it is. I could just start poking girls on Facebook like Michelle suggests and see what happens. I could just go out and meet some more girls. That won’t solve anything. That’s no cure for love. Love is not a sickness. I wish I could embrace it.
At least I have family to help me. Kirsten’s kids are awesome. I spent Friday and Saturday with them. We watched Meet the Robinsons last night. It’s about a super smart orphan who longs to meet his real mother, yet is waiting to be adopted by a family. It’s cute. After the kids went to bed, KT and I watched Epic Movie. It was mediocre at best.
In the morning, we took the kids to their soccer game. It was fun. I was taking shots off the little one and trying to get the older one to focus on his dribbling. Controlling the ball is a big thing in soccer.
Kirsten and I got to talking about “control.” I was controlled by my mother most of my life, so I finally got a taste of freedom and loved it. She yelled at me yesterday (about my life and my future). I told her about what happened between me and the last one. She told me it was hard for her as a single mom. We always came first in her life. I hate to admit it, but she’s right. My child would always come first. I couldn’t image the personal sacrifice… but I understand. You gotta be able to stand up for yourself and be happy to move on. I can’t believe I’m still stuck, but I guess that’s love. Time is irrelevant.
We went to see Bee Movie today. It was pretty funny. Wacky, yet slightly odd. I feel like this is turning into a Live Journal post. I miss the kids already. I’m going to have kids some day. Just gotta seal the deal. I’m probably just holding on to false hope, but it’s the only hope I’ve got these days. At this point, I know it’s impossible. At least I have kids who look up to me and little minds to shape.
As stories must when love’s denied…
With tears and a journey.
I have been thinking a lot. Are you a “distance makes the heart grow fonder” person or “out of sight, out of mind” person? I’m obviously a romantic, so you can guess what I believe.
This is how I imagine the call going… I never got her number, so this can’t possibly happen, but “what if?” I do remember her name, though. Maybe she’ll remember mine. She’s a friend of a friend of a friend.
Enjoy the silence.
Michelle and I are going to a Halloween party together as Adam and Eve, or ancient Grecian guy and ancient Grecian girl. I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to this. We’re wearing togas. Don’t ask me why. It’s all her idea. Michelle is no Meg Ryan, but at least she’s the only BFF I’ve got in this world.
Georgia is in heat. She’s going crazy. I’ve never seen cats in heat before. I never had pets growing up really. A mouse that my mom killed. Some beta. A cat that ran away when I was 6. Since Clair, I’ve had quite a few pets. Carl the Teddy Bear Hamster who died late last year, then Devon, Nemo (my beta that died while Heather was around), and now Georgia.
Moving to New York seems more of an option with every waking moment. I’m securing interviews and looking for places to live. This move is going to be costly, but there’s really nothing holding me back here anymore. I really want to stay in San Diego. I really do. But I can’t wait. I want the rest of my life to start as soon as possible, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen here. She said she was so glad I waited for her, but damn, girl, how long am I supposed to wait? I wish decisions like this weren’t so hard. I wish people were strong enough to change. I wish people wouldn’t hide in fear from being themselves. I miss her with every breath I take.
So with my new websites, some capital for my business coming in, and contract money, I can support myself and my babies for a few months until I start remodeling the house. Teak floors, area carpets, a light tan-colored wall. Also the walk-in closets and the new bathroom will be a nice touch. I’m going to do that crazy thing with 8 shower heads.
Moment of Zen:
I am NOT going to New York to meet some woman who could be a crazy, sick lunatic! Didn’t you see Fatal Attraction? …Well I saw it and it scared the shit out of me. It scared the shit out of every man in America.
KT, if you’re reading… Yes, I’ll go to the boys’ soccer game this weekend.
And kt, If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you/When mountains crumble to the sea there will still be you and me. –Led Zeppelin
My kitten is freaking out. I don’t know why.
I met a girl named Tim last night dressed as Dorothy Gail (from the Wizard of Oz). She had glass slippers and told me that she didn’t have time to find ruby red slippers. I told her in the original novel, the slippers were silver. We got to talking. She’s pretty cool. I didn’t get her number though. I feeling a bit ill, so I just went to bed.
Those who know me, know I love my Porsche. Even as it sat at the gas station awaiting a tow truck, people still asked me about it and complimented me on the sheer awesomeness of the vehicle. I will be looking for something more along the lines of a family car next. The car still sits in my garage awaiting it’s fate. I don’t know what I’m going to do with it yet, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out.
Just a thought: In a city of 8 million people, maybe I’ll find some kind of happiness. Just hope I don’t die one of those sad New York deaths.
(This happens every time I watch that damn movie)
Marie: I don’t think he’s every going to leave her.
Sally: I know he’s never going to leave her.
Marie: You’re right, you’re right. I know you’re right.
Today was another day with the evacuees. My house is trashed, but instead of cleaning, I went to see the Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D at the movie theater. Very awesome. We went to lunch before hand and Ethan is definitely the messiest eater I’ve ever seen. Jason paid me an amazing compliment. The dogs are fine, but KT’s car is still stuck in Ramona. Hopefully everyone will be able to return tomorrow. The fires are moving out east now threatening other homes. Hopefully the all the fires will be 100% contained by next week.
I’ll aways need something to fix…
If no one stops me.
Today was one hell of a day. It is now 3AM.
It started out like the 2003 fires. Everyone was on alert to evacuate. Kirsten (KT) and Jason and the boys plus family and dogs and cats came down to San Diego. Norm, KT’s Dad braved the fire to rescue their other dogs. I spent the day with the boys, keeping them occupied and took in 3 cats. Ultimately, we just waited and watched. Michelle then evacuated to my house “just in case.” There are now 3 dogs and 5 cats at my house. Michelle and her friend Reid are sleeping in my living room.
Michelle, her friend and I watched television to keep our minds off the fires. Tonight was quiet, but then we got the word from her mother that Spring Valley was being evacuated. After an hour of deliberating, we didn’t know if we should go after her dogs or not. We decided to go. The fire was close. She started crying, but we assured her we’d get to her house to get her animals.We could see it on the hillside. At her apartment complex, residents were packing and leaving. The glow of the fire could be seen from her house, just over the hill in Spring Valley, which is only 15 minutes away from my house. The fire was so close we could smell everything and feel smoke in our lungs. The embers were flying.
By the time we left, there was a mandatory evacuation of Spring Valley. We had gotten out in time. The fire was creeping closer and closer on the hillside. From my house, on Navajo Road, we could see the fire in the distance. It’s only a matter of time and chance of strong winds that will bring the fire to my door. Tomorrow I start packing. This is too similar to 2003′s firestorm.
The fire we’ve been watching all day was the Witch Creek Fire. The fire I should have been watching was the Harris Fire.
The lights just flickered. Power has been intermittent for many residents in the county. Hopefully we’ll have power in the morning.
Scale: For scale, this map is about 30 miles (about 50 km)across from coast line to the edge of the jpeg image. It’s about 45 miles (or about 70km) from the bottom of the image (US/Mexico border) to the top of the jpeg image.
I get nervous when there’s a fire of this magnitude. KT and Jay and the kids and the rents are evacuated from Ramona. In tow are many animals. They are safe and sound in my neighborhood though. KT and Jay are with his parents. Not sure where everyone else is. It was shocking to hear that the fire spread so quickly yesterday. I told Kirsten they’d better get packed and get outta there since it was so close to Ramona. Their fears were further exemplified when they could see the blaze and smoke from their home. They left last night. Everyone is safe though, but hopefully it won’t come down this way again as it did in 2003 (I don’t want to have to stay with my mom 
).
This morning, it seems the fire has all but engulfed Ramona. I’m going to help in anyway I can. I’m taking in Kirsten and Jason’s cats.
Take a look at the fire maps.
The fire after 2 days…
Compare this to the 4 days in 2003 (I made this 4 years ago):
We played Texas Hold Em for a charity over the weekend. I’m not that good. I got murdered… by family none-the-less. $20 bucks to buy in and we win booze. Of course we had to bring the booze as well, and I lost pretty bad. I was the 3rd eliminated. She can read me like a book! Plus she kept getting aces, so I think she was cheating.
Because I’m going to be busy for a few days, I’ve decided to do easter eggs on this website for which you have to guess the password:
Easter Eggs are up. Easter Eggs are little surprises in things like DVDs, so I decided to make it for my comic. For the first Easter Egg, you’ll have to know the full name of the character that says my “favorite quote” in a movie that “Seals the Deal” (first name, last name, all lowercase, no spaces between first and last name). The Easter Egg will have pictures and stuff, and potentially another egg. How about that? An egg within an egg? It’s like that cartoon Garfield and Friends… when Sheldon finally hatched, there was just another egg.
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Michele invited me to Last Call a few nights ago and I completely forgot to tell the world about it. Good place. Cheap booze. Michele made flour-less chocolate cake. It was amazing. I met her buddy Colin and we’re starting a band based on the fact we both have eternally broken hearts and tons of music. Her roommate Logan was there to make sure we got drunk. I think she wanted to take advantage of us, but don’t quote me on that since there was no advantage taking (of me anyway). We met a girl that night that jammed out in the bar. She was pretty good–from Milwaukee. She didn’t look old enough to be in the bar though.
I’ll be playing there tonight at 9PM. New songs. New emotions. Just for fun.
Wow, an unexpected surprise. The guys I worked with overseas commented on my comic
Today I started working on new projects. I feel great about them. I just have to hire some php/mysql people now. If i’m to be a millionaire by 30, I better get started. So far, I have a great place to live and unlimited resources of happiness through my friends. They’ve all banded together to make me feel better about life. Of course, the things I really want seem to be gone for now. Who knows right? Things happen for a reason. There are so many things I could have done differently that last night. I thought we had all the time in the world, and we still do. I still have hope. I still believe in love. I’m still who I am because I choose to be this way. Nothing is going to change that.
Today was a bad day. It’s been a bad week actually. My life at work ended with the signature on a single white piece of paper. To all the people that read this, friends, strangers, enemies, this chapter is closed.
She told me she was going to break his heart, but instead she broke mine.
Fitting line for a song about me. The song I wrote will remain unfinished. There’s no inspiration now. I realized something today… maybe she doesn’t want to be rescued. I stood there. Cold from the rain, shivering from fear, and thought this. Then walked away. I just can’t understand how my life got so bad from Sunday to Monday. Sunday I was with mom, having dinner. Explaining my situation. I have NEVER opened up to her about anything. She told me to do what I think is right. Of all the things my mother could have said, she told me to do it because it made me happy. Maybe she’s never seen me really happy? Maybe she’s not the bitter old woman I thought she was. Maybe she just loves her son, as mothers do love their children. I was raised by a single mom. She was the best mom ever. She did what was best for me.
So this chapter is closed, not by my hand, but by another. I can’t change anything, and I wouldn’t care to. I’m just sad there was no closure. No “Fuck you, Eddie.” I think I would have been happier with that then nothing. I sat around today at home thinking about what to do next.
That company isn’t going to run itself. So I decided I’m going back to work for myself. It’s what makes me happy. I will hire Liz because she wants to work with me. I also want Nicci. People I can trust. If they’re in the Square of Trust, then I want them. I want to run the show. I want my name to be back out there like when I was a young, arrogant hotshot in LA way back when–going to NYC, Chicago, anywhere I wanted. It was my lonely adventure. It seems like a faded memory now, but it’s me. I don’t ever not want to be myself. I’ve learned a lot in such a short period of time. I will never forget it. I will never forget you.
Sometimes things happen for a reason. One minute life is perfect. The next, what you thought was perfect comes crashing down on you. People you thought you trusted cannot be trusted. People disappear without a trace. Friends, gone. Family, gone. All that’s left is you, and you’re ability to change. Adapt.
Windy wrote me that some times people commit to these ideas even though they are unhappy. They are scared of change. And in some cases, they commit to these ideas because they have to, and would do anything to try to change, but can’t bring themselves to do it. It doesn’t make any sense to me. Following my heart is all I’ve ever known.
For my readers this morning, everyone should take a minute and think about the people who have disappeared from their lives. Not lost love, but friends. Think at what cost to you they have contributed misery or love. This is a reflective time.
Vote Petrelli.
Extinguish the fire that reignited your soul. That passion is gone for now. Forever? Perhaps. There’s little to know in this world, except that you are free. There is love, but unconditionally conditioned. This is your paradox; the passion to be free, or the freedom to be passionate.
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Funny story… I took my glasses off and placed it on a food tray today at Rubio’s. When we left, I threw everything on the tray away and immediately said, “Hey, where are my glasses?” Luckily I realized I had just thrown them away. Liz was able to rescue them after I pulled the trash receptacle out from under the trash cubby. Thanks Liz! Ironic that I didn’t draw a comic about that though, isn’t it?
Zombies, “The Way I Feel Inside”
Should I try to hide
The way I feel inside
My heart for you?
Would you say that you
Would try to love me too?
In your mind could you ever be
Really close to me?
I can tell the way you smile
If I feel that I could be certain then
I would say the things
I want to say tonightBut till I can see
That you’d really care for me
I will dream that someday you’ll be
Really close to me
I can tell the way you smile
If I feel that I could be certain then
I would say the things
I want to say tonightBut till I can see
That you’d really care for me
I’ll keep trying to hide
The way I feel inside
A more somber place may be found
With locks and pale windows to hide
Frightened and distringuished I lay here
Though there’s no one outside to fear
“Precarious,” a thought then enters,
“Maybe this is a sort of purgatory?”
The room stays silent.
May all places be somber too.
I got another ticket Wednesday. I got my sticker Thursday. This comic is up Friday. I’m going to go fix this tragedy… Monday.
This is a follow up to: I Don’t Heart The DMV
You are on the list +1 so bring along a friend! Come to the box office and give them your name and you are all set for the show.
Thanks Satellite Party
I’m on the guest list tonight. But I don’t think I’m going. Damn.
…there was fading concern about potential sexual harassment allegations… but increasing concern that office dating could cause conflict among jilted lovers…
The Office is on tonight. Woot.
Nikkee and I went shopping…. and I learned something.
If you think cost of living and inflation have something to do with it, you’re wrong. A 4 bedroom apartment in Baghdad costs $4500 USD. That’s similar to NYC. People get more than $15 k getting whiplash in their cars. WTF is wrong with the White House and its devaluing of human life? WTF is wrong with Blackwater? Answer: Everything.
Jen and I catch up about an old friend. I’m totally happy for him!
KT has to tell Eddie like it is. 9 AM youth soccer pwns.
1(ale af fa ll s) one l iness
I had a chance today, but I did not take it. Outside, it was radiant, warm. Inside, there was sickness and fear. Maybe tomorrow will be brighter. Wake up, Eddie, reach for the sun. Darkness can’t cloud your soul for long.
Sometimes I leave the AC on for Devon and Georgia. Is that wrong?
I got another parking ticket today. Where the hell is my registration sticker?!
OOPS! I sent a reply to ALL yesterday by accident! Oh NOES!
I decided to start wearing a tie–not in real life, but here.
I think about her from time to time. I think she would have liked Georgia.
Because I suck at drawing circles.
I originally called this one Predictions, but I decided to change the name because it sounded lame.
Happy Birthday Google!
Dating in your late 20s can be tough. It’s hard for me because I’m what you call “mildly retarded” and “unattractive,” so I have to rely on other skills to pick up women.
I do have a secret. It involves tricking women to sleep with me. No, just kidding, it’s not that difficult. It’s called charm and wit. Also being a nice guy. Some girls dig that. But usually you have to be tall, white, and handsome. Fuck those fuckers.
(I guess I’m a little bitter too, but don’t tell anyone, it ruins my game)
So when people say they’re in the same boat, what does that really mean? My boat is about to dock. If they’re in the same boat, then they should be about to dock too… or theoretically, in my boat docking with me. And another phrase I don’t get, “there are plenty of fish in the sea.” We know that fish are going extinct, so are there still plenty to choose from? I don’t think so.
The short version of this is basically, where does it end? When do I stop docking and going out to sea? What the hell do I want? Everyone goes through this, but I’m sure I’m the only one who draws stupid comics to try and editorialize my thoughts with a JPEG. Well, Penny Arcade probably does that too, but they’re comics aren’t as stupid. I mean they have a whole expo devoted to their comic. What if I held my own I Heart Eddie seminar? That would be cool.
Anyway, I don’t really have anything to give anyone anymore. It’s all been taken away by women who have sucked me dry, taken my soul, and then kinda just let me effervesce in my own self pity. I just want things I can’t have. I could write a poem about it, but then I wouldn’t draw awesome comics like these since the words would illustrate my pain. That’s lame anyway. Everyone loves a good stick figure drawing.
I went out last night to an Irish Pub that ran out of nitrous for their Guinness. I drank Stella all night. I was with a bunch of kids I didn’t know, which was alright except these kids hung out with a lot of navy people. I’m okay with navy people, but this one in particular was annoying as hell. I’d find out by the end of the night that no one really likes him. He actually bragged to me about in the last 18 days he’s slept with 14 girls. Plus, his haircut made him look like a penis.
Yes, he actually said “Wow you’re the guy that never gets laid, aren’t you.” I’d never talked to him before, or knew his name. Just out of left field he came at me with that.
I was able to respond, “I do okay,” to which he replies, “see, that statement right there makes me think you’re lying.”
All I could say was “Awesome.” My night was definitely less than awesome. I hung around a bunch of early 20s (most of them navy boys) at an Irish bar with no Guinness. What a cock fest.
Here’s a bonus from last night:
Let’s just say I got hammered last night.
I hear a lot of stuff that goes on at work. This was one of the more amusing things Nicci’s said aloud. She’s pretty funny.
You know how when you’re rocking out to your music with earphones on and you don’t really notice much of what goes around you? You don’t even know if you’re breathing too loud or if you’re making too much of a ruckus with your body or your bodily functions?
(Seriously, this actually didn’t happen, I’m just sayin’ is all)
Sarah dies so that MySpace may live. This one was drawn by Nikkee.
Wow. Went out with Sarah Sunday night. She was crunk.
2 dollar You Call Its at Moondoggies. That’ll do it.
Life is boring, but the internet makes everything better. But what happens when there’s nothing left to do besides porn and money scams from South Africa? Do I go back to AOL?
I really have to start updating this comic again. Looking for a roommate now. Know anyone?
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It’s been awhile since talking about the animals. Devon Zero has been pretty bothersome lately. I think it’s because Carl is home and she’s jealous. Devon likes to sit on my powerbook sometimes. I come back and she’s talking to people or opening or closing windows. Damn cat. |
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I deceided that I don’t need a scanner to make comics. There’s a new site we’re working on that’s all pixel comics and it’s community based. That’s the best part. Yum Yum Pix. Love it. Today’s comic is with me and Danielle. A lot has happened. I got into a car accident. Bitchin Camaro is dead. Red 5 is the new car. More later… |
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This one was written by Danielle Carlson. Scanner is still broken so I used old cartoons and Google Images. I rule. No, I take it back. Danielle rules. |
This is the new one. Still deciding on how I want to do the comic. Scanner is still broken. Episode III was fuckin’ rad.
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This is the last comic. My scanner broke today–April 15. I still haven’t been paid. My life sucks. I got ditched last night by a chick who was supposed to drive me somewhere. These last few months my life has changed considerably from knowing what I want to who I want to be with and not getting what I want to unfortunate events that seem to plague me. When it comes to being lucky, I’m cursed. So until I figure out a new game plan or get a new scanner, or find out what I want to do with my life, I won’t be able to post the last three comics I drew… maybe I’ll change the format. Who knows. |
This is actually a re-creation. I had drawn 3-4 cartoons and put them in my music folder. My car had expired a few days earlier so I was borrowing my mother’s car. I set my white music folder atop my mother’s white car. As I drove off through Santee, my folder went flying behind me. I salvaged one cartoon, but I said “fuck it” and I drew just this one cartoon.
Clair promised me everything would be okay. I’ve heard promises like those before. They rarely ever are kept. I’ll just wait for her to prove me wrong, I suppose. So I’m just waiting—non-intently.
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Freakin’ teddy bear hamsters. Kirsten has some good advice sometimes, and sometimes she’s a total spaz, but I still love her. |
Tuesdays Chuck B and Willie B and I usually have lunch together. Usually Pho (Vietnamese food). I don’t like Vietnamese food, nor do I like asian balls… you know, boba.
Jen took me out to drink. We went to the Ould Sod and the Rosie O’Grady’s. It was awesome.
When I was younger, I took a karate class to be cool like my friends. I met a younger girl, she was 12 at the time, but she was really cool and she was a brown belt, and then she was a red belt, and then she was a black belt. Actually I don’t remember the order. Anyway, her name is Elena and I re-met her Friday. She doesn’t remember me. She’s 22 now though. I thought I’d dedicate this comic to her… There are pictures from that night. It was a second St. Patrick’s Dat celebration. We hid balloons from a birthday girl and some how it got weird-due to our drunkness. I had a good time none-the-less.
My little brother moved away today…
MST3K Enabled.
Falling in love is kinda like standing on the edge of a cliff.
I’ve been driving a lot. Bitchin’ Camaro is getting old.
Clair, yet again, burns me. It’s either hard-to-get or she actually hates my guts. Note the scruff on my chin. It’s Markee’s birthday so I’m not shaving for a week because she is having a “Beatnik-themed” party. I need to go buy some cigarettes and a barrett–what kind fellas? Rasberry.
I may only put up with this, like, 3 or 4 more times! Pretty girls make me weak in the knees.
I had such low expectations for this movie that it was alright. It felt like they just injected Neo into another movie about good vs. evil. The guy in the hat is me. I still suck at drawing. I don’t see this changing in the near future.
My car is acting up and I fear the end is near. It’s a bitchn’ Camaro, but it shall soon join the Bitchn’ Saturn, ‘Cassini,’ and be erased from past exisitance soon.
I think we went a little too far with this one. Brought to you by Sunkist and warm piss!
This is the first ever MST3K edition. I was watching Santa Claus Conquers the Martians last night on one of the new MST3K DVDs. It was terribly sad… Just like my comics!
This is the first ever MST3K edition. I was watching Santa Claus Conquers the Martians last night on one of the new MST3K DVDs. It was terribly sad… Just like my comics!
Why do people think ‘RAD’ is out? ‘Hot’ was out and then it became “HAWT.” Are you going to listen to Paris Hilton and not me? You know there actually is a Paris Hilton? I hear the Paris Hilton is very beautiful. I’m a VIP… I might need to go in the back entrance. They have a ballroom at the Paris Hilton. I’d love to have my balls held by the Paris Hilton. It sounds RAD! I’d love to check into Paris Hilton. I’d only be able to stay there, like, a minute – minute and a half, or something.. two minutes, tops.
I got a certain pretty girl’s number!!!
Note: This image was altered with photoshop because I was bored. Most of the cartoons aren’t altered at all, except for this one, and probably other ones later on… if I feel like it.
Do you ever wonder what I do day-to-day? When ever I say I gotta get up and go to work early in the morning, this is actually what it’s like.
Charile (thumbs up) took me out for lunch today and then Charlie and Cathleen took me out to dinner tonight. Wow, lots of free food is always good. In other news, Missy has boobs.
Clair got a new phone. It’s all nice and pretty with a camera. I have an ancient version of her new phone. It’s got one color, green. Damn you Samsung!
Did you have a nice V-Day? This is what I did. Not too bad. I have an e-crush on a chick. What else is new? Today’s cartoon is a blend of conversation with random hanging out time with Chuck B, one of my closest and dearest friends. I think he’s gay, but he’s dating one of my high school friends Cathleen now. I think it may just be a destraction from the truth about his gayity.
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