Issue

Okay, no boozing today.

Unless I absolutely have to.

If I keep boozing at the rate I am, I’ll never be Pavel Petel, the thinking person’s Zangief.

Gonnae go and play some Saturday Skyrim, now. Not because it’s fun or engrossing (in fact, it’s a turgid piece of anti-fun, clumsy brings-out-my-OCD-in-the-worst-way sack of BadNerd “elves are good with bows and orcs are like black people” unimaginato dogshit) but because it is something to do and I am sad and need to occupy my brain, but cannae concentrate on a book. Due to the aforementioned sadness.

What I’m saying is that Skyrim is fucking crap and 95% of games are fucking crap but I am so crap right now that they seem like an option.

I dunno, I’ll hopefully cheer up tomorrow, but “Elves n’ Whitey Meets a barely functional Combat system” will still be a sack of shit.

Oh god, imagine taking that sort of game seriously. It’s like one of those joke bands that sometimes have a good hilarious melody, like yer Muse or Iron Maiden: Imagine taking the lyrics to heart and them being your band

I am a curmudgeon.

Cherish by Ballet School

It’s pumping pop, which uplifts me yet makes me feel utterly distraught. Y’ken, the Robyn effect?

(Source: youtube.com)

Tories are the same monsters they’ve always been.
Labour are basically nothing.
Greens feel a good 15 years away from having any poltiical influence.
UKIP? Well, if Britain chooses them in any way, shape or form then they deserve everything they get.

I think I’m back to my position of about 4 years ago of “I have faith in the Liberal Democrats. They have been dealt a bad hand, is all.”

I used to be full of revulsion when I accidentally saw my reflection, but now, as a ‘Yes’ voter, I at least know I was on the right side of history, and can enjoy that about my ridiculous, repulsive ‘face’.

wellnotwisely:

Judge Anderson: Satan, illustrated by Arthur Ranson, written by Alan Grant. One of my favourites.

I read this at a pal’s house when it came out, and it got me back into comics (at least for a year, then I couldn’t make it financialy viable)

I can’t believe Greg Land is tolerated when Arthur Ranson exists as an example of photo referencing being used for good.

better-drawn:

A comic about OCD I made a while ago. It’s quite trite, but I was trying to make something ‘proper’ and ‘mainstream’  that wasn’t just my usual load of muscles and screaming.

I should make more earnest sadcore, but everytime I express genuine feelings a ghost dies. AGAIN.

better-drawn:

A comic about OCD I made a while ago. It’s quite trite, but I was trying to make something ‘proper’ and ‘mainstream’  that wasn’t just my usual load of muscles and screaming.

I should make more earnest sadcore, but everytime I express genuine feelings a ghost dies. AGAIN.

(via spx)

Orange Order pieces of shit, Nazi salutes and anti-Yes violence in Glasgow. I suppose when your country gives tacit approval to the Union Jack, these are the sort of arseholes that get empowered?

But, on a lighter note: please do not celebrate the ‘no’ vote by waving the Union Jack, especially in Scotland. It makes you look like massive racist.