I read his book Louis Riel, about the 1800s Canadian Indian activist. It was really good, and I want to check this one out.
I do think it's kind of funny that yet another underground cartoonist has kind of come out as a relationship-challenged recluse. I love underground/indie comix but I do think the autobiographical ones end up sometimes coalescing into a blur of "I'm an awkward balding dude in my 30s who collects jazz records and model trains." Like, their nerdy hobbies are never even popular nerdy hobbies.
In my experience, only the strangest people do model trains.
I've only ever met one model train enthusiast that I'm aware of, but he was an interesting guy. He was at my workplace for a job interview and we started talking and he gave me this brochure for an open house homes tour of all the fanciest model train setups. Like, the model train society was having a weekend where you could just go into people's houses or gardens and ooh and aah at their stuff.
I actually kind of wanted to check it out but I was working that weekend. Still, some of the photos were really cool, and all the houses were in neighborhoods that were totally loaded.
I only know one person who's had it and he drank half a bottle of absinthe
tell that to like a quarter of the freshman girls that I saw as an RA all four years of college.
again, different story over here
most girls have been drinking since they were 13/14, so they know their limits.
the only girl I've seen get incredibly bad from drink over here was from New Zealand and wasn't used to keeping up with us. That was a messy night
Tav, just to make sure I'm remembering correctly. You're Irish, right?
You probably all have fatty livers, y'know
In the Irish, the liver is actually the last part of the body to biodegrade.
In a million years, when the earth is destroyed, there will just be Irish livers, flying all over the universe, crashing into other planets, destroying stars.
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I only know one person who's had it and he drank half a bottle of absinthe
tell that to like a quarter of the freshman girls that I saw as an RA all four years of college.
again, different story over here
most girls have been drinking since they were 13/14, so they know their limits.
the only girl I've seen get incredibly bad from drink over here was from New Zealand and wasn't used to keeping up with us. That was a messy night
Tav, just to make sure I'm remembering correctly. You're Irish, right?
You probably all have fatty livers, y'know
I know that I'm also helped by being a big dude. Me and a bro of mine have been drinking on a regular basis together since forever. I've got about 100lbs on him and if he tries to keep up, he ends up blacked out in the taxi. It's nice that he always agrees to split the cost of pre-drinks 50-50 even though he sure as shit ain't drinking half the alcohol we buy.
Sadly drinking does nothing but fuck your sleep cycle up, sure you'll pass out, but you'll wake up at 3am and stare at the ceiling the rest of the night.
Yeah, that's the irony. It helps you get to the first stage of sleep but interferes with your ability to reach the later stages of sleep.
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every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
Most people who die from acute alcohol abuse die either because they were doing something stupid like driving or boating, or they aspirated on their own vomit.
That's why the best thing you can do for somebody who is passed out drunk is to make sure they're lying on their side.
I saved someone's life once by doing that.
well I can't be sure he would have died of course.
I have a friend who stopped smoking pot a few years back because he said he didn't like how it slowed down his brain. This guy has since become the most avid user of psychedelics that I have ever known. Fucker just loves LSD.
He has a very '60s/'70s attitude about the whole thing -- exploring one's subconscious, opening your mind, playing with perception, etc. It's all about opening and awakening and turning things on and seeing new things.
I have never understood this.
I used to smoke pot until I started having brutal anxiety (and the UN tells me a few years later that they're linked -- thanks a lot, fuckers!), because pot is great for when you're depressed. Pot makes you utterly OK with everything. Depression is almost like a pain disorder, where everything is intolerable. Everything is an indicator that you suck and that life sucks and that everything hurts. Pot makes everything look and feel and taste good, makes life seem easy and simple and hilarious. I loved the way it slowed me down and stopped me from analyzing anything.
But yeah then as I grew older, anxiety supplanted depression and I found the joy in booze. Drink booze and suddenly you just don't care about all the horrible things that could be just around the corner. You just stop worrying. You stop being paralyzed, you stop being crushed by the weight of an entire world of dread that never stops pressing down on you preventing you from functioning.
It's not so good for the depression thing, though.
Of course now I'm depressed and crippled with severe anxiety, so I'm SOL for self-medication. Unless spending 16 hours a day in bed on a laptop is a kind of self-medication. It doesn't seem terribly effective, though.
Sadly drinking does nothing but fuck your sleep cycle up, sure you'll pass out, but you'll wake up at 3am and stare at the ceiling the rest of the night.
I used to wake up after exactly 6 hours of sleep after being drunk.
When I get really drunk I usually in my drunken-logic make it a point to stay up until I am pretty much sober. I'd rather not sleep and then go to sleep really late than toss and turn all night.
But even for all the goofy drunk posting I do in [chat], I don't think I've gotten hangover drunk in a 6 months or so.
I have a friend who stopped smoking pot a few years back because he said he didn't like how it slowed down his brain. This guy has since become the most avid user of psychedelics that I have ever known. Fucker just loves LSD.
He has a very '60s/'70s attitude about the whole thing -- exploring one's subconscious, opening your mind, playing with perception, etc. It's all about opening and awakening and turning things on and seeing new things.
I have never understood this.
I used to smoke pot until I started having brutal anxiety (and the UN tells me a few years later that they're linked -- thanks a lot, fuckers!), because pot is great for when you're depressed. Pot makes you utterly OK with everything. Depression is almost like a pain disorder, where everything is intolerable. Everything is an indicator that you suck and that life sucks and that everything hurts. Pot makes everything look and feel and taste good, makes life seem easy and simple and hilarious. I loved the way it slowed me down and stopped me from analyzing anything.
But yeah then as I grew older, anxiety supplanted depression and I found the joy in booze. Drink booze and suddenly you just don't care about all the horrible things that could be just around the corner. You just stop worrying. You stop being paralyzed, you stop being crushed by the weight of an entire world of dread that never stops pressing down on you preventing you from functioning.
It's not so good for the depression thing, though.
Of course now I'm depressed and crippled with severe anxiety, so I'm SOL for self-medication. Unless spending 16 hours a day in bed on a laptop is a kind of self-medication. It doesn't seem terribly effective, though.
Sigh. I need a drink.
Self medication is a pretty sure way to suckville when you have mental issues like that. Go see a doctor.
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and I wonder about my neighbors even though I don't have them
but they're listening to every word I say
Thom how did you rid yourself of that windows security malware?
I went to bed before I could check if you answered last night
I did. It was a pain in the ass but I removed it. Lots of registry key hunting, then tracking down some files. Followed with removing a file attempting to hide from me by pretending to be a system file. Then fixing the .exe association.
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Thom how did you rid yourself of that windows security malware?
I went to bed before I could check if you answered last night
I did. It was a pain in the ass but I removed it. Lots of registry key hunting, then tracking down some files. Followed with removing a file attempting to hide from me by pretending to be a system file. Then fixing the .exe association.
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Tav, just to make sure I'm remembering correctly. You're Irish, right?
You probably all have fatty livers, y'know
I've only ever met one model train enthusiast that I'm aware of, but he was an interesting guy. He was at my workplace for a job interview and we started talking and he gave me this brochure for an open house homes tour of all the fanciest model train setups. Like, the model train society was having a weekend where you could just go into people's houses or gardens and ooh and aah at their stuff.
I actually kind of wanted to check it out but I was working that weekend. Still, some of the photos were really cool, and all the houses were in neighborhoods that were totally loaded.
In a million years, when the earth is destroyed, there will just be Irish livers, flying all over the universe, crashing into other planets, destroying stars.
I know that I'm also helped by being a big dude. Me and a bro of mine have been drinking on a regular basis together since forever. I've got about 100lbs on him and if he tries to keep up, he ends up blacked out in the taxi. It's nice that he always agrees to split the cost of pre-drinks 50-50 even though he sure as shit ain't drinking half the alcohol we buy.
Yeah, that's the irony. It helps you get to the first stage of sleep but interferes with your ability to reach the later stages of sleep.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
I saved someone's life once by doing that.
well I can't be sure he would have died of course.
He has a very '60s/'70s attitude about the whole thing -- exploring one's subconscious, opening your mind, playing with perception, etc. It's all about opening and awakening and turning things on and seeing new things.
I have never understood this.
I used to smoke pot until I started having brutal anxiety (and the UN tells me a few years later that they're linked -- thanks a lot, fuckers!), because pot is great for when you're depressed. Pot makes you utterly OK with everything. Depression is almost like a pain disorder, where everything is intolerable. Everything is an indicator that you suck and that life sucks and that everything hurts. Pot makes everything look and feel and taste good, makes life seem easy and simple and hilarious. I loved the way it slowed me down and stopped me from analyzing anything.
But yeah then as I grew older, anxiety supplanted depression and I found the joy in booze. Drink booze and suddenly you just don't care about all the horrible things that could be just around the corner. You just stop worrying. You stop being paralyzed, you stop being crushed by the weight of an entire world of dread that never stops pressing down on you preventing you from functioning.
It's not so good for the depression thing, though.
Of course now I'm depressed and crippled with severe anxiety, so I'm SOL for self-medication. Unless spending 16 hours a day in bed on a laptop is a kind of self-medication. It doesn't seem terribly effective, though.
Sigh. I need a drink.
I used to wake up after exactly 6 hours of sleep after being drunk.
now I go back to sleep if I do.
But even for all the goofy drunk posting I do in [chat], I don't think I've gotten hangover drunk in a 6 months or so.
Self medication is a pretty sure way to suckville when you have mental issues like that. Go see a doctor.
but they're listening to every word I say
Or is there some alternative I should be looking at? Something more secure/professional?
so much tossing and turning
Yeah, I think it's fine. We had a professional account with them at my old job and they were pretty legit.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Yeah I have a therapist
DropBox is a good solution. I've used it before at offices and had very positive experiences.
Hi5. Fist pound. Belly bump. All that...
but they're listening to every word I say
because yeah
that happened
Hah. I'm not sure which is creepier, the Olympics one or the laptop one.
I love the bistro one.
what a weird photoshop
:^:
I went to bed before I could check if you answered last night
I kind of want to see Don King and Mike Tyson in a production of Of Mice and Men.
https://twitter.com/Hooraydiation
I hit up youtube and sure enough, no only was it him, but someone had already edited the commercial.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5LgfHbRGhs
I did. It was a pain in the ass but I removed it. Lots of registry key hunting, then tracking down some files. Followed with removing a file attempting to hide from me by pretending to be a system file. Then fixing the .exe association.
Bummer. Thanks, Thom! Glad your night is going well!
Why not just re-install Windows?
Just like, Silent Hill 4 is better than Homecoming and also better than Downpour.
Downpour isn't even close to being out yet.
I need to stop posting in G&T because people make me so mad.
Hrm, are you being hit with it? I can write up more detailed instructions.
Because it took less time. And I dislike being bested.