Okay, so, I like a lot of bands in general, but The Offspring, BY FAR, is my most favorite band ever.

I’ve only ever been able to see them once, largely due to the fact they aren’t often in Massachusetts. I saw them at River Rave when I was in high school, and I missed them at Warped Tour, cause I was out of the country.

So, anyway, I just found out, they’re going to be playing at the Tsongas Arena in Lowell July 10!!!

If I don’t get to this concert…well, lets just not go there.

March 20-22 is The New England Webcomics Weekend

This is the first year of this (hopefully) annual event. It’s not technically a convention, theres no registration and it’s entirely free.

Out of the comics I read these are the cartoonists who’ll be there

Mookie of Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire

Paul Southworth of Ugly Hill, which sadly is coming to an end.

Randy Milholland of the sometimes disturbing Something Positive

And then comics that since I’m at home and using dial-up have recently stopped reading, but still good comics

Scott Kurtz of PvP

Scott Cloud of Boy on a Stick and Slither

Jeph Jacques’ Questionable Content

I’m rather sure I’ll be going in March, it looks to be a good time.

edit: I’m not going, somehow totally forgot thats my dad’s b-day.

Hey people, so, I refocused…but I ended up just making a new blog, which can be found at http://warningliterature.wordpress.com/

Over there you can find a new Book Case post on Jeannette Walls’ memoir The Glass Castle.

content wise it’s basically everything here minus the non-literature related posts.

I may keep updating here with said non-literature related posts, but I may not.

I have returned, after a very very long time.  Sorry about that.
Updated the pages.

I’ve got a new page called BookCase, I’m gonna write about books I’m reading.

The first one is OUT by Natsuo Kirino.

Friendly Hostility is a comic by Sandra K. Fuhr, who prior to FH she had the comic Boy Meets Boy. I like FH because it’s based in the real world, about real people, but they’re entirely crazy. There’s a very large cast that is balanced in terms of presence in the comic. The many story and character-arcs intertwine almost seamlessly. It’s the real world with the touch of chaos.

While the layout is the standard square of a 2 by 2 panel, and the artwork is mostly black and white, it’s very well drawn. It’s obvious that backgrounds come first and the speech bubbles later, which is really nice to know that the artwork is just as equal with story.

It’s a good comic that despite it’s randomness is very relateable.

Recently there was a Hostile Takeover Contest, where basically fans could create whatever they wanted that was Friendly Hostility related and send it in.

Slob Child from LiveJournal wrote a fanfiction piece. For anyone who reads Friendly Hostility it’s a really well done fanfic. And for those who don’t, it’s a great sampling of who the characters are.

The piece has a strong humorous voice, though the stream of conscious form can be a little hard to follow. If you’re a fan of Douglas Adams it’s definitely a piece to look at.

The second part of my poetic series, The Muse Chronicles

Polyhymnia was the Muse of Rhetoric. She was said to have brought fame to those who invoked her to aid their writing.

Sly Polyhymnia consists of two poem, In Sooth and The Act.

In Sooth

Come, come hither
Under the sun, sit with me

Lend thee a curious ear
Well will ye be rewarded

For your time
And for your pen

The Act

To a thinking mind, I myself attach,
And organize the thoughts therein.
Trembling hands, a soft word: details to match,
Ignoring her would be a sin.
Such a concept even simple minds catch.

There is little to me,
Give me no countenance.
What I am is nothing you can see,
I am of little substance,
And merely energy.

To the mind I find
I give myself completely.
Leaving my old self behind
Without charging a fee,
Not even expecting to be repaid in kind.

To the mind I inspire
Such great fire
That causeth many a buyer
To flock to the mire
Where I dwell

[Retire]

I’m part Asian. I’m a girl. I’m an Asian Girl. As par for the course, I like Hello Kitty. I don’t even know when I first saw Hello Kitty, but I remember my oldest pair of pajamas had an iron on appliqué of HK. When I was younger, no one around me new what HK was. And I didn’t really have all that much HK stuff. My interest in HK flagged a bit as I grew up, I started liking Pochacco and Badtz Maru more, but still I got a Build-A-Bear Hello Kitty from my boyfriend for one Christmas.

Anyway, my older sister on the other hand started liking HK more. And she’s by no means a fanatic, but just more into it than me. In a way, her liking HK made me start to dislike it. My other reason for changing comes from this next memory.

I remember seeing the blue HK, in a blocky 3-D with angel wings. I thought it was blasphemous. I remember saying, this is not HK. I didn’t think the words at the time, but I knew that this was the start of something really bad. And oh how it was. Boston isn’t bad at all in terms of HK, she isn’t as pervasive here as other cities, but still, my sister has H K seat covers, a steering wheel cover, and even wears HK scrubs to work, she’s a nurse. And she isn’t that bad at all, she likes HK in a safely cute way. But, this, this is bad.

I am very sorry.

The first part of a series of poems, The Muse Chronicles, dedicated to and about the 9 Greek Muses.

Urania was the Muse of astrology and astronomy. And is aligned with philosophy and the heavens.

Urania’s Reflection consists of three poems: Wisdom, Definition Muse, Distractions.

Wisdom:

To sit on a mountaintop
Alone,
But not lonely

The stars
Reflect your ideas
If you let them

Definition Muse

A Muse is nothing and everything
No one ever wonders their story
And the Artist so demanding
The Muse must be energetic
Enthusiastic, ever helping

Or else be cast in the Mud

A Muse must be ever self-sacrificing
Molding, adapting to the
Every whim of the one they’re inspiring
Or risk being called cruel and fickle
Simply teasing

A Muse cannot be Earthly
Or humanly pleasures pursuiting
They must be lofty, ambiguously mysterious
Else the image fall shatt’ring
To the ground

And the beautiful Creature that be clamouring
Be called Fraud