March 09, 2005

Theology Buffs!

This is my new cartoon series. It's about the WACKY misadventures of our two favourite ZANY Christians, neuro-praxis and Zoomtard; the married couple from hell. You'll find their KRAY-ZEE KAPERS on both my site and Zoomy's.

Hurrah.

P.S. Don't expect much. The series is entitled "Theology Buffs!" after all, and I've never tried cartoons before...or anything creative for that matter. The overload of Super-Square Nerdiness^TM is almost more than I can bear, and I was born to be a saddo. You normies may be bewildered or worse still, stoney faced.

Still, I am sure there's still a way that we can continue to get along without unnecessary bloodshed**.

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SO WHAT ELSE THEN

Well I have been drumming away to my heart's content. That's not a euphemism for anything: the drumkit is now in the kitchen. Inconveniently for me, we have been exploring issues of civic justice and civic duty in my political philosophy class. I believe there may be a pricking of something in the back of my noggin elsewhere referred to as a conscience making its presence felt.

Really though, I am being quite considerate; brushes only, thick sound-muffling pads, arms taped to body so only limited use of head is what's possible.

AND

A young man in my class hanged himself with his belt this week, and a friend of mine has been diagnosed (for the second time) with cancer. This time though, it has spread to her bones. Also, a person close to me is rationalising the domestic abuse that they've recently suffered.

I am shocked by these developments.

I never know whether these are things I should be sharing in this blog. They're not private facts, but I don't particularly want to discuss them here. I feel however that at least some of the crap I talk (considering it is mostly friends who read this) should at least have a nugget of authenticity in it. I am not a robot but neither am I a sentimental fool who wants people to offer their sympathy and best wishes during difficult times.

This is the fine line. Or perhaps the line is two metres wide.

I know a young man who lost his father and wrote no account of the incident in his regular journal. I completely understand why. I went through several months of dark depression which I failed to mention in my ever-cheerful journal, thus proving that on the internet you can be anyone you like, even when people know your actual identity.

It's difficult to think about several occurrences or "issues" (that word must be removed from the english language please) constantly but only discuss in your journal contrived nonsense. I fear it makes me look like a moron. The reality is that I am far more interested in the kinds of things that Zoomtard writes and researches than I am in light-hearted wit, although there is room for that.

Somebody smart said that we really only write for the four or five people that we respect most in the world. That's true but it's not the last word. Some of the people I respect most read my rubbishy personal site, but some of the people to whom I go directly in a tough dilemma do not read it, because I have not offered them the url, and they have not yet encountered it online. I am happy with this arrangement, because the shallowness of my dribble is frankly for a limited audience who don't mind reading me mentally barf out my half-musings and third-rate jokes.

Still, I don't want to switch and make this a hive of intellectual activity or somewhere I post the articles and essays I research and write for my literature classes.

Where the hell did all this come from? I had better click publish before it all gets erased or before my laptop uses its extensive AI to build a flux capacitor, go back in time and take over the world, forcing us to be formed in a lab rather than born, a la Huxley's Brave New World (crazy sci-fi tome).

Edited to Add: Oh, and I have been offered a pretty good job pending the end of my exams. Which I am considering.

neuro-praxis -- I Thought It Was A Bird But It Was Just A Paper Bag

**Please note that I said unnecessary bloodshed. I have never claimed to a pacifist.

Posted by neuro-praxis on March 9, 2005 02:10 PM, in the category Bargain Bin