Jose Mochove

I come in to work today to find my office door locked. Normally, this isn't a big deal. I lock it myself every day before I leave. The key difference today was that the bolt was also locked. Now, I don't have a key to that lock. I couldn't have locked it. Which means I can't unlock it. Which means I was locked out of my office.

Security came down and checked all of their keys. None worked. My boss checked his. None worked. No one had a key to the bolt on my office door.

As time went on, I began to wonder who could have locked it? If no one has a key, theoretically no one could have locked it. As Ernie the Maintenence Man tried to figure out what to do, I tried to figure out how this happened. I seriously started to consider the notion that someone had locked it from inside and climbed out through the ceiling tiles over the wall. It was the only logical way for it to happen without a key.

My Man Ernie decided to do the reverse of that and climb in the very same way. He didn't need to drop down into the office though. Instead, he used a pole and turned the knob from above. I checked the door and voila! Access! I turned on the light and assessed the scene. Instantly, I knew how it happened. And who was responsible.

( The culprit? That's him, standing right next to me. )

doubleare  told me that, in X-Force (Team Cutcha), they're bringing back Stryfe. Proof.

...all time, all my life.




I have no idea what they're saying but it's from this.

(Thanks to doubleare. He's dreamy.)

In the interest of

I've got nothing to complain about but it's not like it's all circuses and flea markets.

I'm going to start using "in the interest of full disclosure" as a preface to things that are not actually revelations.

In the interest of full disclosure, shut the hell up.

In the interest of full disclosure, watch out!

In the interest of full disclosure, this is funnier to me than it should be.

Rusty: http://www.nbc4.com/news/9750449/detail.html
Holy shit, I just walked through there. That's the construction area next to 5 Guys Pizza around the corner from Big Planet.
me: Nuts.
I wonder if they were working on something related to the wall.
Rusty: I fear I may have helped cause this to happen.
me: OH NO!
EXPLAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
Did you run into the wall?
Did you throw cannonballs at it?
Rusty: I remember when I was walking past on Saturday, I loosened the supporting foundation under the wall, then paid a hobo 10 bucks to push it "when the 21-year-old and his coworker are on the other side on Monday."
me: I don't know.
I guess it could have contributed to it but, really, I think you're blaming yourself for no reason.
Rusty: You're probably right.
me: Let me put it this way:
When I still lived with my folks, there was a shooting in the neighborhood.
For a while there, I blamed myself for what happened.
Why?
Because I was there.
I was walking home from a crazy party that night.
As I turned the corner, there was a man kneeling down off to the side.
He appeared to be going through a plastic bag looking for something.
As my pace quickened, my gaze lingered.
I was curious as to what he was looking for. He was digging through his bag feverishly.
Just as I passed him, him being about seven feet to my right, I noticed someone else coming out of the drugstore.
Immediately, they caught each other's gaze.
I could feel my heart begin to race.
The man walked swiftly from the door of the store to the man kneeling near me.
The kneeling man rose, dropping the bag at his feet.
The man walking from the store kept nearing us both, intent on meeting the now standing man.
As the distance between the two shrank, I instinctively reached for my keys.
It was a silly reflex that I hoped would give me a sense of purpose, both for myself as well as these two strangers.
I was nervous and fumbled my keys.
At first, simply within my own pocket but again upon pulling them out.
They caught on my pants and I dropped then onto the concrete
This garnered their attention.
I stopped.
They stopped.
The man in back (formerly kneeling) took this as an opportunity to again bend towards his bag.
The ruffling of the plastic alarmed us and we both turned to fully face the guy who obviously had a plan.
Instantly, the flash of metal lit the air around us.
Before anyone could react
I shot both those motherfuckers in the torso.
Sometimes...
Sometimes I think I could have done more.

What’s a cowboy skeleton wear?

Bone spurs!

Oh, laughs and chuckles.

Almost a month ago, I awoke on a Sunday morning with a sore neck. I obviously slept wrong and the left side of my neck and my shoulder were achy as hell. No matter how much I stretched, it would not go a way. Even if I wrenched my head from side to side, the low, dull pain strummed along. I resigned myself to letting it work out normally. Just a stiff neck, after all.

Considering I can no longer raise my left arm above my head under its own power, I can safely assume I missed the mark.
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Just wanted to show off my new userpic.

Me, Muhammad and Rusty.



Here's a bigger version:

I had such a wonderful time at the Small Press Expo this past weekend but that's not news. It's always a great show. I'll probably post a bit more about it later but I wanted to start off with showing off the kick-ass sketches I got!

( It's all behind the cut! )

Hope everyone is doing well.

Great, thanks for asking.

I felt like posting about something and that something is "Catcher in the Rye". For years, my mom told me that she thought I would like it. Not sure why, actually, but she was right. If only I'd listen more often. Or with a relatively quicker pace.

Anyways, it was great. Really great. There are plenty of things I could mention but, instead, I'd like to provide what has to be my favorite passage. It's actually a speech one of the characters gives. It struck a chord with me and this'll give me an excuse to read it again.

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"All right. Listen to me a minute now.... I may not word this as memorably as I'd like to, but I'll write you a letter about it in a day or two. Then you can get it all straight. But listen now, anyway. This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. This whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started. You follow me"

...

"I think that one of these days you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you."

"And I hate to tell you but I think that once you have a fair idea where you want to go, your first move will be to apply to yourself in school. You'll want to. You're a student—whether the idea appeals to you or not. You're in love with knowledge. And I think you'll find, once you get past all the Mr. Vinsons, you're going to start getting closer and closer- that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for it—to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement."

Haven't updated in a while, yeah.

Anyways, take a look at this stuff:

http://www.bk.com/starwars

They're so cute! I need the plush Chewbacca!

First of all, fuck you, Borders! Having a buy 2, get 1 free sale on graphic novels. How am I supposed to pay for rent when I want to buy comics? What assholes.

Okay, last weekend I saw STEAMBOY, the newest movie from director Katsuhiro (Akira) Otomo. To put it bluntly, it was dumb. Don't get me wrong, the animation, charcters designs, and direction were all very good to great. The problem lies in the story which was just stupid. Many times, the dialogue was reduced to just drawn out monologues on society and science's place in it. These weren't characters so much as points of view with cool clothes. There were big events but, because you didn't care about the characters, you were left looking at the innumerable trails of steam and elegantly designed machines.

During the various fights through, don't be surprised to actual guns firing actual bullets. No, no, there's no lack of violence. On the other hand, there is a complete lack of blood or any visual evidence of the violence. Not that I want or need a bloodbath but this type of GI Joe faux-violence just takes me out of the moment.

And when the movie is over? Well, while the credits roll, you're treated illustrations of future events in Steamboy's life, all of which are more interesting and exciting than anything that took place for the previous two hours. "Ooh, Steamboy versus a giant robotic dragon! Steamgirl! Team Steamboy!" All cool, all highlighting what could have been.

Even the subtitles were flawed. I don't speak a word of Japanese (okay, maybe a word...) but some of the translations were weird. First, when the police come knocking at a door, they announce themselves as Scotland Yard. Because, you know, this takes place in England. But the subtitles change it to "the police". Why? And when a character clearly, audibly, shouts "Attention!", in English no less, it's changed to "Hey!". Again, why? I understand that an exact translation isn't possible due to differences in the languages but changes like these are unnecessary and, most imporantly, distract me!

Anyways, yeah, thumbs down.

This past weekend, though, I saw MILLIONS, Danny Boyle's new movie about a boy with an obsession with saints who finds a duffle bag full of money and his quest to do good with it. The little boy in this, Alexander Nathan Etel, is great and I really enjoyed James Nesbitt as the father. It's all cute faces, nice thoughts and funny scenes with a kickass robbery right in the middle. Just loved it.

I am Governor Mocjos Blacktweeter.

What's you Star Wars name?

What kind of worl do we live in when this exists?

The awesome kind, that's what.

Bling it on!

Spider-Man's Greatest Bible Stories!

Superman Origin Comics!

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Okay, it's this and Cromartie High School (see LJ icon) from ADV Manga. It's so funny it'll make you sick so, really, only pick it up if you can afford to take time off work.

"I'm sorry. It appears we've somehow ended up near my parents' home."

He hasn't updated in a few weeks but I still cannot get enough of looking at his art. Man, Mike Wieringo kicks ass.

I mean, seriously...!

Woman posts during an epileptic seizure. Absolutely fascinating.

http://babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/lnv0105.html

How popular is your name?

I have pictures and everything, I promise. I went to Katsucon last Saturday. Full day, too. I wasted some money, got creeped out a few times, saw how far someone had fallen and, all around, had a very nice time. It wasn't great or anything. I'm glad I decided to only go for the one day. Really poor layout and dearth of interesting events would have made for a long weekend.

I'll post some pics later.

For now, back to work...