They Brought Back Toonami, But It's Not Entirely Toonami. Just Adult Swim With A New Skin...

And done..for now.

Don’t do drugs, ladies and gents. 😂😭😂😭😂😭

I’m not saying James Gunn shouldn’t have been fired. I’m neutral on that subject. He’s a grown man who said some awful shit, and while it was many years ago and he has somewhat apologized for it, I can’t fault people for being uncomfortable.

But I have to question very, very aggressively anything that seeks to get progressives to amplify the reach of a white supremacist who is trying make people believe in child molestation cults that secretly rule the would, and thinks that most rape is imaginary.

The fact that this is getting people to support megaconglomerates as moral authorities and encouraging people to treat clearly fraudulent accusations of child molestation more severely than genuine rape cases is also… Concerning.

Like, if it came out 6 months from now that this was an orchestrated campaign of propaganda, I cannot say I would be surprised.

Just a quick doodle to keep me busy.

Three hour assembly...

Cowboys are witches and horses are their familiars

How this all came to be is beyond me...okay I lied

Out of the many options I had to choose from for my blogging I picked Tumblr. I've used this site before to try blog again but I stopped and forgotten all about my past tumblr and came up with this one! The excitement is...no where to be found actually. To be blogging again is a hassle for me sometimes. I've blogged before on WordPress and stopped when I figured I was just rambling to myself like a mad man. But yet, isn't that what being a blogger is about? Just writing down crap for people to read and hoping you get more views than the last time you checked? Beats me because I gave up that whole blogging thing about two years ago and yet...here I am. Writing more crap. But this is for Journalism as well, not just for me to fire off about how I feel about certain topics or events in my life. I also refuse to post pictures with random as hell quotes at the bottom of them. I'm a writer, not a hipster. Now this whole blog will have pictures and sometimes, important topics I'd like to rant about. I wonder, am I allowed to curse? I mean, shoot, this is my blog but it's also being monitored by my teacher. If he lets me curse then I'll feel free once again to be the old blogger I was years ago, just bit more polished in the art of writing.

My own lobotomy...

It's entertaining. To be honest I'm enjoying this whole thing. It's like an out of mind kind of deal, to which I am the surgeon looking down into the brain of a young man whose life is in my hands.To which is quite interesting since I'm performing my own surgery.

It's to my understanding that I do enjoy looking deeply into my life and how it spreads to others, effecting them. I have been quite a good man to many and to quite a few a mother fucker. To all, I agree with. I have been a paragon to many as possible. It's in my nature to be so. Whilst it's also in my nature to be a bastard to those who have it coming or to those who I believe deserve it. I find myself in the nature versus nurture ordeal a lot of the time. But in all honesty, I try to stay in line out of how I believe things should be. Then again this rule applies to every living soul to walk across the crusty earth.

As I dissect into the lobes and folds and vained grey bits of this young man I find that he's never really cared for much. That he takes life for what it is. A good joke. To me a good joke has a meaning and a good joke has a downside to it all.

So far all I can do is laugh at the irony, the bits of bullshit and how cliched the world is. Could my life be scripted? Written into a cheesey series of novels that some teens will read, thus pushing the sales into movie territory and thus a cheesey movie of my life will be made. I find that my life will be as it is while more will find it to be more than an average joe's. It's up to them to make me seem more than I am. In some other dimension or universe, I'm just character on a page. But in my dimension or universe I'm a self noticed teen who already cracked the fourth wall and yet hasn't the care in the world. Take in all the little things and make a big deal out of them. Take in the big things and make them as small as possible. Keep everything you love close and stay aware that you're still alive even though I find myself in situations that I believe wouldn't happen to a goof like myself. Such as coming across things like a great girl, a good moment or even a song to speaks to me. I find myself in the fourth wall conundrum where I think I'm either reliving a moment through death and through time (so it goes) or I'm dreaming.

A rarity this boy might be, but alas he's flawed and easy to pierce. Many young adults can agree with him, that is if they knew him before he was drained of what sense he has left, filled with chemicals and then operated on. Maybe he's a dying breed. Maybe he was an old soul. Time to preserve this specimen is running low.

Jonny Quest - The Curse of the Shoggoth