The Demonweasel Speaks

Sometimes when I get stressed out or worried or what have you, I get into this manic, rapid fire joke mode where I’m just making dick jokes about everything. I’ve been doing that a lot this week, as things have been kind of wild, really pushing me to the bounds of my creativity and tolerance. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that summer finally decided to finally really raise the temperature and it’s been muggy and humid as balls. I also wonder if its because I’ve fallen back into just editing and researching writing stuff and not actually doing any real creative activity, and I think it’s making my brain run around in my head too much. I know I’ve been bummed out by a rash of break-ups among couples I thought were pretty rock-steady, and that’s really filled me with sadness. I found myself nearly moved to tears thinking about far-away friends and break-ups the other night. Kind of lame, but I’m going to attribute it to the weather and the general malaise of stress and creative blockage.

Yeah, that’s the ticket.

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When I was thinking about blogging on the way home, I wanted to write about how I can’t stand how most blogs, especially comic book blogs, are so fucking negative about everything, and are just there to complain that things aren’t the way they’d want them to be. I know I’ve done more than my share of that in the past on here before, but one of the reasons I stopped writing in here was that I was tired of complaining about everything.

The thing is, the more I thought about it, the more I realized the only appropriate title would be “I hate blogs that complain about everything, so I’m going to complain about them in my blog.” And that’s just dumb.

I did find out the other day that a guy that I argued with on the internet lives in Columbus. I had a sudden urge to invite him down for a drink so we could hash out our differences/disagreements in person. Then I wised up and realized that’s just a recipe for awkward-filled disaster. Then again, maybe that’s what the internet needs more of. The only message board I really go to nowadays is STANDARD ATTRITION.org, which is filled with really great comic people, both comic readers and writers (the really good ones, like Jason Aaron, David Lapham, Brian Wood, Brian Azzarello, G. Willow Wilson, Peter Milligan and Jeff Lemire). Even there though, I’ve watched people spiral into the pit of Internet Miscommunication, and it always gets worse, not better. People accuse others of putting words in their mouth or misunderstanding the argument or re-framing the argument and things just become nonsense. And these are well-intentioned smart people, not trolling internet fuck-ups who exist only to ruin things for others.

Why must the internet exist only to frustrate and corrupt, as opposed to enlighten and uplift? This is one of those “How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center?” questions, isn’t it?