[309] 9-11-2002... just remembering...

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< Piro >

"quiet perceptions"

Wednesday - September 11, 2002

As you know, i have a tendency to ramble on and on about things. I think making fun of the length of my rants is a stock joke here at Megatokyo now.

I used to get a lot of emails pointing out a rather profound error in the tribute comic that we put up last year, it listed the date "September 10, 2001" rather than "September 11, 2001". I don't know how i made this mistake, or why it has taken me a year to fix it.

Today i fixed that error. I guess i felt it was fitting to at least correct that today. I think it was an example of just how mixed up things were last year, and how much it effected just about every thought process.

I was originally going to do something very profound today - I had some basic ideas of what i wanted to say, and how i wanted to put it across. But in the end, I ended up with a Watterson moment - of course, he was far better than I am at being lyrical... but even tho the words my drawings express are far fewer than his, its still more than i could type in effectively.

And so i'll just leave you with that for today. I'm going to work shortly, i have a deadline later this week, and Chapter 3 will continue on Friday.

(my appologies about the ads. i completely forgot about them, and i appologise to everyone who was offended by them being in my column today. - piro)

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< Dom >

"Don't let these shakes go on"

Sunday - September 8, 2002

[Dom] - 23:30:00 - [link here]

Before I get into my rant, I would like to rejoice in the beginning of football season--or more specifically, Fantasy Football season. It marks another great year of trash talk, janky trade proposals, and me yelling "Yeah, that's right, I beat you and you had MARSHALL FAULK. How do you feel NOW?" Okay, done for now.

Okay, let's take a quick look at what books (comic or otherwise) Dom has read and re-read over the past week.

Touch, Adachi Mitsuru. Widebans 1-11
The Dark Knight Returns, Frank Miller.
Kingdom Come, Alex Ross
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner.
Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll.

Given the list above, I think you can understand why I'm trying very, very hard not to write anything right now. It'll end up monosyllabic, inane, and nearly incomprehensible.

Okay, okay, so that's how my rants usually are, I admit. But it's worse than usual, okay?

But man. My dreams are so messed up right now. They start with me playing for the Hanshin Tigers, and move to breaking criminal noses with impunity while spouting run-on sentence upon run-on sentence about my mother, singing about some horrible pun or other. I can actually remember them, that's how weird they are. But oh well. I'll live, as far as I know.

But from this eclectic reading list, I've come to a couple conclusions. First of all, Frank Miller is the only person who should ever be allowed to write Batman. Ever. It's like Tim Burton directing it--nothing else comes close. Hell, I'll go running to see the Batman Broadway musical when it comes out, simply because Burton does it. And when Batman: Year One is finally made into a movie? First in line, baby.

Second, I do love baseball. I just don't like the players. I won't get into the details of it, but I poked around the press on August 30th, and noted that only Barry Zito, the A's player representative, even mentioned what the strike would have done to people who depend on baseball for their livings, such as the stadium workers who e-mailed me after my baseball rant.

And just to be silly, when the Mariners come to town this weekend and Ichiro's at the bat, I want two friends with me who're willing to paint themselves and go shirtless so we can write めざせ on our chests and 甲子園 on the back. Why? Why not?

And I've also decided that there's no such thing as reading too much Faulkner.

But I won't get into that in this rant--I'm tired, and there's Warcraft to be played.