So here’s my notes on Issue 1: The Summer of the Year.

I love the dead mouse wrapped in the “buy more bullets” $5 bill.
And then he shoots the phone but nothing happens. I’d not realized that.
His bumper sticker says “Jesus is my Best Friend… but he won’t loan me money…”
Gods, what I wouldn’t give to have a rocket launcher with the words “Eat Me” on it.
Everybody’s in the city that would want to be in the city, and no one ever really leaves; that figures.
There needs to be a band called “Marijuana and Cherries”.
“Dissenting lovers on the run from a Chinese culture reservation, kissing their way to a new revolution.”
Thank god he got rid of all that hair, although the arse shot was nice.
I love it that his shades were produced by a Maker on drugs.
Our first view of Fred Christ, alien love messiah!

I’m also now playing an exciting game called “Guess which of my medications are poisoning me at the moment?” I’m thinking that one of them has Ninja Gluten in it, but I’m not sure which one. Out of FOUR exciting brain meds my shrinkdoc has given me, I’ve managed to clear 2 and mostly rule out 1… it’s the last that may still be giving me poison.

Everybody go check out A Page A Day — tomorrow I’m going to start giving away my Octopus Pattern!

It’s definitely a trip. A sanity trip. I dare say it’s a rare one.

Is this what “normal” people feel all along? The self-assurance, the prodigious confidence, the conviction that all is possible, that there will somehow be enough money, that nothing truly bad will happen, that everything can be overcome?

What a heady drug, that feeling. No wonder such routes to it are tightly controlled.

I’ve been reading Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72, which is interesting. I love Hunter S. Thompson but I don’t care much for politics. (I find it rude and common, says the sordid wench herself.) So whole pages of this book are breathlessly and sharply written, as rich and full of symbolism and pagentry as a Noh play. The merest gesture conveys volumes to an acolyte, I’m sure, but doesn’t even wave a flag in my direction. Still, it’s fascinating. I may not understand the dance, but I do appreciate the beauty of it.

You know, I’ve got more that I wanted to say here tonight but the week has been rough and I don’t think I can bring myself to do so. I’m needing a break. I may work on a current personal project (Set and Anubis, the start of my Egyptian gods patterns) or I may just bugger off and play some Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin.

I just did receive in two new crochet books, so I’ll probably give you guys a review of them tomorrow. Until then, my savage darlings…

EDIT: Forgot! I wanted to give everyone some papercraft (I love papercraft almost as much as I love crochet. It’s my adulterous relationship. *grins*) So here, have a papercraft automaton of a cat playing the piano. You’re welcome.