I Whine, and Then Talk About the Future of Journals Wilson

So. With the end of the year arriving soon I've been assessing just exactly how much this year has, for me, sucked cyst covered donkey dicks. For the record; the CCDD™ sucking level has been significantly higher than that of any other year I have personally suffered through. I don't want this blog to turn into a blog of bitching about personal shit, I have a personal journal for that and I feel like most people don't want to hear about it. The internet is kind of infested with that anyhow. But this year fucking sucked onthat donkey cock like its ungrateful urethra was full of liquid gold. At least for the most part.

But I've learned something important from all of this. Or at least cemented some things for me. The best of intentions mean very, very little. Hell, the best of actions can weigh just as much. Inside, I'm someone with an insatiable thirst for knowledge and learning, I know what I want to do with my life, and I want to treat everyone close to me with all of the respect, caring and love I feel I deserve, and I want to be as objective and skeptical as humanly possible. I've tried my hardest to let my internalization guide my actions to the best of my ability. However, that shit hits a fucking

adamantium wall in the face of the strong opposition of apathy, selfishness, and insanity. 2011 was highlighted by outright abuse for most of the year. Then when college started up, some good old fashioned individually driven but non-individualized education astonishingly beneath my level...just heartbreak after heartbreak, it all chipped away at me. I was constantly anxious and depressed, my self-confidence real damn low. I don't know... People tell me I don't act introverted and unsure of myself, and a lot of people don't believe me when I have told them even before all of this, but I really, really am. Always been.

I guess it just don't show all the time. But anyone can just ask certain English teachers I have had over the years and they'll tell you I'm way too hard on myself and stuff. It helps with arguments and writing, to be constantly wracked with dissent in my head, and I never want to lose that, but at times it can be debilitating. So when I tell you this was a low point for me, especially when fall came around, I hope you appreciate the import of that. I couldn't write most of the time. When I did I couldn't get over how much I hated it and how awful I thought it was. And after I had only recently discovered that this lifestyle is how I want to guide my

existence, I felt unfulfilled and lost. I had to have a significant amount of individual drive to do a lot of work on things that were waaaaaay below my level. Shit. Most of it was below my level before I entered fucking middle school. I felt like I was in pre-sophomore year Max's life again (Pre-Hasebrook/Yant), where the teachers are all: "I can tell you're a very bright young man, but why aren't you putting in the effort needed to get your work done?"

All of the internalized shit that guided me began to be questioned and eroded. I didn't feel like I could be a writer, that I was a good writer, or anything. And then people were telling me that I'd get used to it, first year is always the hardest, yadda. The prospect of me getting used to this, and essentially stunting my

growth as a learner and writer, was not one that filled me with heel-clicking sunshine. The time not spent worrying and anxious and sad, was full of a lot of me desperately trying to find things that could make me happy, or just distract me, and most of the time there was nothing. That was the dumps I was in as the year became closer to the ending than the beginning.

So with that icky personal mess behind us, well, behind this paragraph anyway... If anyone really wants to know more about anything I'm not one to be hesitating on answering were you to ask. But let us get to what matters, or how this is effecting this blog, writing, and the frequency that I will be writing on it. I'm taking a quarter off from school to write. I'm hoping to get at least one or two things sent out for publication. Getting one out wouldn't be too hard. Doing little one offs and essays on here once a week shouldn't be any harder.

I apologize to anyone I annoyed with my bitching. Everything just sucks and has sucked for quite some time, and please appreciate the difficulty for me to do this. I thank everyone who helped me get through this nonsense, both those who should know who they are and those who do not. Hell, thanks to the people who will help me in the

future continue to get through this, I don't discriminate against actions that haven't been taken yet. I offer nothing but hopes for pain and retribution to everyone who made it worse. Oh, you assholes deserve much more than that, but I'm in a jolly mood what with Christmas and all. Reaping the crops raised from the seeds you have sewn would be a nice Christmas gift though. It's never too late to make a very dangerous enemy less vengeful! Isn't that what Christmas is all about? 'Tis the fucking season, you scum.

(1949-2011)

Christopher Hitchens died yesterday. One of the greatest writers and thinkers to ever live.
I regret that there is no hell. I could still hold on to that dream of one day meeting old Hitch and sitting down with him for a chat by the fire and perhaps a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black, if I could smuggle it in with me.

Max on Musics: Saturday, 2:43 PM (The Death of a Dreamer), By Logan Whitehurst and the Junior Science Club

If you're not up to date with this, I'm singing songs and I'm writing about said songs I sing. Here's the first one:

http://journalswilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-can-i-will-i-do-max-on-musics.html

I also wrote about the writer of this song here:

http://journalswilson.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html

Today in Max on Musics, I present to you IN GLORIOUS LO-FI: Saturday, 2:43 PM or The Death of a Dreamer, by Logan Whitehurst and the Junior Science Club. Follow the link below, please!

http://kiwi6.com/file/m2z2ty248x

INSTRUCTIONS: Don't click anything that says download except for the blue text in the yellow box that says: Download File 4.37 MB. NOT the green thing that says download now, and not the blue button that says download, or anything else that says download. Just the blue text in the yellow box. I'm sorry for the not so user friendly shit, once I find a better way to file host I'll do that. If anyone has problems downloading, just let me know!

LYRICS:

The sun is very bright today

And still the clouds are big and gray

I wonder why that makes me think of you

The light that lands upon your face

Is from the depths of outer space

A billion years from Western Avenue

CHORUS:

My emotional survival

Depends on your arrival

Right hand on the Bible

Do you solemnly swear

That you'll keep our agreement

And meet me on the pavement

And come to my apartment

At the top of the stairs

I'll sing a little breakup song

Until I see you come along

Or maybe I will write that song for you

And then a circuit in my brain

Will explode, and there you'll be again

And we can count the craters on the moon

CHORUS

A sudden connection

A flying sensation

A little celebration

As I crumble to the ground

A painful situation

Followed by the realization

That there's a somber congregation

Standing all around

You're there among the fading crowd

I smile and then I sing aloud

'Goodbye, Goodbye' is all I have to say

It seems as though I should have known

But then I never would have flown

It doesn't seem too high a price to pay

Although I may be dying

My body may be lying

Taxis may be crying

In a chorus of cars

Reality receding

My heart no longer beating

My life will not be fleeting

When I'm out among the stars

One of my personal favorite Logan Whitehurst songs, and the ballad closing one of his finest albums: Earth Is Big. He really set the token pretty Junior Science Club ballad bar high with this one, but topped it several times before he left us way too soon in 2006. The last few lines in this song are especially exquisite. They show that this guy was not just a master of damn near every instrument he put in his hands, including the drums, accordion, concertina and the lobster, but also of writing.

To me this song is a part of several songs Logan wrote as lamentations on dying. There are about five others that I can think of off the top of my head, but all of them were written long before he was diagnosed with brain cancer, and are definitely closer to the aforementioned "crying" Logan songs, than the "laughing" ones. The omnipresence of death in the creative mind is not something I'm unfamiliar with. So much of that understanding informs so much of my everyday life and philosophy, and hopefully I'll cover that in my Max on Music's on Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel... but I'm getting ahead of myself. It's definitely something that I connect with personally.

The foreshadowing of Logan's untimely death by his own music is something I'd like to cover in more detail, but just the parallels between this one song and his life are chilling. The fact that this song illustrates so poetically exactly what it says in the title; the death of a dreamer, in a very painful, sudden way, unexpected but accepting in a sense, especially towards the end. Like a visit from an old friend you haven't seen since you were a kid. That fear of your impending death you first felt in the middle of the night in your room alone, returning every once in a while throughout your life, moving towards the background and then coming back the minute it left your mind.

To me the narrator seems to be like this upon realizing death is fast approaching: ...Oh shit. I guess this is it. Fuck. Oh well. At least the black will take me in soon... But in a much more poetic way. Returning back to non-existance with a smile.

If only Logan had been so lucky to not have suffered and deal with his mortality in a much heavier sense before months left turned to weeks left. The guy who introduced me to Logan's music said that if anyone deserved to live to be a hundred it was Logan, and I can't find myself arguing with that. But at the least he didn't deserve to go the way he did. Being diagnosed with brain cancer, being told that it's in recession and building your life back up before you're told its come back and you're going to die within the year.

Yeah, I know this is a downer, and yeah, you might not want to read the un-fun Logan stuff if you're not in the mood for that, but the guy had so many songs that were just pure, uncut fun. Hopefully before I return to this note I'll get to some of that stuff, but to not cover some of the guy's best music would be blasphemy. I think next I'm going to do a quick biography of Logan and his music with some recommendations and then do one of his quirky, fun songs to break up the sad.

I might also do a re-edit of this post, some of it was rushed and delayed, but I hope you all got the idea.

-And because the original version is way, way better than mine (no duh), here is a linkypoo to that and also a massive archive of most of Logan's music:

http://www.juniorscienceclub.com/loganarchive/earthisbig/20%20the_death_of_a_dreamer.mp3

http://www.juniorscienceclub.com/loganarchive/

Also, now that winter break is here I'm finally writing as much as I want to. I'm trying to get stuff done, primarily Ram's Head, before moving onto hardcore book making on this... but I just got done developing this real cool twist to Detective Antipathy that I'm pretty excited about. The people I've told about it have been pretty blown away mouths agape and whatnot, which is nice because for a while I was kind of down and thinking that it was a dumb idea and maybe scrapping the whole thing...... But yeah. You sons a bitches won't know what hit you. I can't wait for me to get a chance at having people read this baby.

COMING TODAY! FOR REAL REAL! THIRD TIME'S A CHARM!

Max On Musics 2:

Saturday, 2:43 PM (Death of a Dreamer) By Logan Whitehurst

Max in Kindergarten

I found this in my basement:

The foreshadowing is frankly, a little creepy. I have two apple cores on my night stand right now (fuji), and I've been actually training for a Super Mario Bros. speed run contest this coming saturday:

http://supergameteam.com/events.htm

I still love that game so much. So magic. I just appreciate it on a much deeper level now... And I can actually beat it. And I might win money for that. Which seriously is a childhood dream come true.

And of course the obvious "I want to learn how to make books" thing is a major 'woah' factor of course.

But I was just thinking about kindergarten because of this. My teacher told my parents that I had a dry sense of humor, which you don't really see in many kids that age. It's weird, I never wondered when I developed that kind of dry/dark sense of humor. Now I guess I've just always been like that.

I also had two girlfriends in kindergarten. AT THE SAME TIME. It was indeed a simpler time. Or as my friend Cait puts it: "that time I tricked four year olds into polygamy." Which is of course not the case. There is no way they were four years old. I don't think you can even get into kindergarten if you're four years old. That's ridiculous.

But yeah. I just wanted to write this out so I wouldn't have to think about the English101 paper I have to write that I don't want to write. Shit. Looks like I have to do that now. Then a few more things I don't want to do. Then winter break! Which will be awesome! Then more stuff I don't want to do, perhaps interspersed with a few select things that I do want to do! Then death! Yaaaayyy!

UPDATE

So I'm pretty much done with the writing of Ayn and I, and just have to edit and glue it all together. It's short, incredibly long for an essay, but short for a book. It's got some good stuff in it. I think when I'm done with my first draft, I'll send it to some of my friends or read it to them and then take notes and do a second draft and figure out what to do from there. I had high hopes for it, thinking it could get published, but right now I'm in a slump and thinking it sucks and everything sucks and blah blah blah.

I'm starting to get into a sprint with my Detective novel, and I love it so. It's so goddamn weird. I can't wait to hear some people's reactions to it... Also I really want to get back onto Eating the Ram's Head and Fig Leaf and having a first draft I can start editing for the send off to the publishers that will hate it. It's just such a monster. So much going on. Don't ever be thinking I'm giving up on this thing. She's gonna see the light of day if its the last thing I do.

I'm also starting a-writing a massive analysis on the Barenaked Ladies Anthology that I'm naming Buck Naked, after their first little independent tape release. This one's been a dream project of mine for a while, trying to toe the line of that ever unpopular opinion of mine: "The band that did the 'I just made you say underwear' song wrote some of the best music ever." I'll be damned if they're forgotten or just go down as that chickity china the chinese chicken band with a couple one hit wonders (oxymoron?) while the thousands of artists a million levels beneath them are remembered and praised in Rolling Stone as the best songs of the same era BNL were making music. It'd really be against the odds for me to be a part of that, the likelihood of this reaching paperback form being slim, but you don't always write for publication. If I did half of the stuff I wrote wouldn't exist and I'd be a much worse writer on account of it.

Speaking of: I'm going to be continuing my Max on Musics dealio. Just as a joke, I gave it album art and a title: "PSYDUCK AND ME" for all the songs I cover in my little fake album. I've got plenty of music I'm thinking about doing and not just Barenaked Ladies songs too! Here's a link to my first Max on Musics, wherein I sing and write an analysis of the song I sing, in case you haven't checked it out yet and want to know what I'm tawkin about:

http://journalswilson.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-can-i-will-i-do-max-on-musics.html

The five year anniversary of the death of one of my favorite musicians is coming up in December, and I hope do an epic Max on Musics of his songs and write about them and him in general as a memorial type thing. His name was Logan Whitehurst. He was and continues to definitely be among the best of the best in the Geek Rock genre, and died of brain cancer in 2006 when he was 29. He was just really goddamn good, with music ranging from silly little songs about a lizard and fish escaping a pet store and noodles dueling to the death, to deep introspections on non-existance, working a dead end job that drives you crazy, saying goodbye to music because it can't earn you a living, and saying goodbye to living itself. And keep in mind that all of the death stuff and every song I'm referencing was way before he was even diagnosed with cancer. His stuff just varied that much just because that was the kind of guy he was; not stuck in any sort of mold, just writing and performing great music.

He's one of those very rare artists that can make you both laugh your ass of and seriously cry like a goddamn baby. I can't think of any other artist anything like him, and hopefully I can pay fair tribute to him on here in the upcoming month. Either way, he's well worth checking out, and most of his music is free on his website. If you're interested, I'd suggest first looking at How Does an Electrostatic Motor Work? onward to Earth is Big and his unreleased stuff, and if you don't mind spending ten bucks on itunes, buying Logan's magnum opus, Goodbye My 4-Track:

http://www.juniorscienceclub.com/loganarchive/

(Archive of most of his work, compiled by the great Jason Steele)

http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/good-bye-my-4-track/id97302059

(Goodbye My 4-Track)

Sew. I hope to be doing that soon. I'm thinking of posting some excerpts from Detective Antipathy, and maybe some finished bits from Ayn and I after she's all drafty. Maybe it's time for me to do an update on all my various projects, like I did in one of my first posts... Also I found this thing on my seat in my English 101 class that I'm writing about. 50 bonus gets for the lucky lad or lady that guesses what that is.

Was Martin Luther King a Republican? No. He wasn't. Nope. Not even a little. -Raging Elephants' Stupidity

So....recently, I saw this:

.....aaaaand this:

Today, let's just focus on the big text on the second one and ignore the outright complete dripping insanity of RagingElephants.org claiming to be "Leading America's 2nd Emancipation", and the borrowing of tactics from the Josie and the

Pussycats movie, in lieu of reason, in order to create a massive philosophical and political change in America.

So.

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

WAS A REPUBLICAN!

I've heard this one before. On the internet. Never screaming down on a billboard in big bold letters and followed by an exclamation mark, like they're very, very certain of this undeniable fact.

Believe it or not, but Martin Luther King was not a Republican! If you go to support this with historical facts and quotes from the man's work, you will not only find this to be true, but incredibly easy information to access. So I decided to hit the contact button on their website right here:

Yes. They are proud of that billboard. And yes. They have a featured article on the hottest conservative men of 2010. I digress -I wrote a message to whomever messages go to when you contact the contacted with the contact button:

I'm sorry. But I saw your billboard saying that Martin Luther King Jr. was a republican. This is factually inaccurate, and could misinform a lot of people. You most definitely should not have these billboards out there, and post on your website the truth and an apology, because I'm sure that among the objectives in your mission are not misinforming and stating historical inaccuracies as fact to reach your goal.

Martin Luther King voted for John F. Kennedy in the 1960 presidential election, and in spite of his history of not publicly endorsing candidates for office in the past, said that he probably would have endorsed Kennedy, had he not been assassinated, in the 1964 election.

http://books.google.com/books?id=pynSnGuC964C&pg=PT187#v=onepage&q&f=false

And in fact, although he had a lot of criticisms of both parties regarding their lack of support for the civil rights movements, for different political and cultural reasons, Martin Luther King Jr. said that he "always voted the democratic ticket."

http://books.google.com/books?id=4ysIWgsSr9AC&pg=PA384#v=onepage&q&f=false

Even if you were just saying that ideologically, Martin Luther King held beliefs that are similar in any way to the right of today, you would be wrong. Martin Luther King was not on the side of a limited government. Yes he opposed racist government intervention but he was in fact a proponent of ideas that today would have him be called a socialist.

He wasn't on the side of limited government, he wasn't on the side of the free market, that imposed racial and economic inequality, he wasn't on the side of traditional values, and his voting record was liberal and for liberal people, according to the man's words and actions.

I beg of you to stop supporting this false idea in order to help your cause, and do your best to right this wrong. History is important, if misinformation muddies it, the concept of learning from our past is lost, because we aren't learning from our past. We're being misinformed from an inaccurate portrayal of what is the past. I look forward to your response, and hope that you're hearing me.

/end.

I don't expect to hear back from the raging heffalumps. They're probably way too busy with their hard work of desperately attempting to get American black people to vote for republicans to deal with my pleas for reason. Perhaps they'll get back to me after they've achieved their next goals of constructing a space shuttle entirely out of unicorn foreskin and getting Firefly back on the air. Until then, I'll be patient, and continue to enjoy their work from afar.

I Can I Will I Do -Max on Musics

So I decided to start small with my first Max on Musics, with just a run through of this little song by Barenaked Ladies, my favorite band ever. Just to get this out of the way, yes, my favorite band is the band that did the 'Chickity China' song as you peons call them, and yes, I think they're better than the Beatles, and pretty much any band ever. You know who else thinks so? PAUL FUCKING MCCARTNEY. That's right. Paul McCartney said his favorite band is the band that did the: "I just made you say underwear" song. And for good reason, unlike some other crazy things Sir Paul believes, like that PETA isn't crazy. Barenaked Ladies, since they were just Ed Robertson and Steven Page in their parent's basement recording cassettes, have demonstrated scary lyrical and compositional skills, and continue to to this day.

Most people remember them for their quirky, goofy songs like "One Week" and "If I Had A Million Dollars", but to really understand the depth of their talent, you need to listen to more Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at The Wheels and For Yous and Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hanks. It's sort of like people remembering Warren Zevon for Werewolves of London, and not French Inhaler or Carmelita.....Or The Beatles for I Want to Hold Your Hand and not Strawberry Fields..you get the idea. Barenaked Ladies have a lot of amazing songs. The one I'm singing today is among them.

Download my performance of I Can I Will I Do by clicking here:

http://kiwi6.com/file/1fo4896km2

INSTRUCTIONS: Don't click anything that says download except for the blue text in the yellow box that says: Download File 4.37 MB. NOT the green thing that says download now, and not the blue button that says download. Just the blue text in the yellow box. I'm sorry for the not so user friendly shit, once I find a better way to file host I'll do that.

....

"Friend, this shouldn't be the way things end
But then, a break is just around the bend.
And when you tell me as I leave
You're scared you'll never see my face again
Well, I'm not sure it's the truth

You don't think I can love you
You don't think I can love you
You don't think I can love you
But I can and I will and I do

You write - I read your letters every night
All right, I skim them just to be polite.
I fight embarrassment and shame
The mention of your name makes me turn white
But guilt still makes me refrain

You don't think I can love you
You don't think I can love you
You don't think I can love you
But I can and I will and I do

I imagine you think I don't think of you
You know you couldn't be more wrong
If good intentions paved the road that gets me through
Then I've got a six-lane highway
And I intend to someday
Do all the things I say I can and I will and I do

Hey - it's hard for me to go away
Okay, I know it's not adult
But it's just as difficult for me to stay
And anyway you say

You don't think I can love you
You don't think I can love you
You don't think I can love you

love you

love you

love you

I can and I will and I do
I can and I will and I do"

-From "I Can I Will I Do", written by Steven Page and Ed Robertson

Performed by Barenaked Ladies

What I especially love about the writing style of Steven and Ed, is how much they say with so few words, and mislead you into believing the song is about something it isn't, and turning this misconception on you.

"You don't think I can love you, but:

I can

and I will

and I do"

Just listening to these words, Steven and Ed set up our narrator, desperately trying to convince the 'you' of this song, (let's just assume it's a girl he's in a relationship for expediency's sake, many other interpretations can be had that I ), that in spite of what she's seeing, he in fact loves her and that she shouldn't break it off with him (hint hint, or perhaps she shouldn't be the one breaking it off because he wants to), because her beliefs are unfounded.

But if you really look deep into it, you see he's full of shit. When he talks about what he actually does, as opposed to intends to do, we see that he only skims her letters, and that he internally struggles with and feels guilt and embarrassment about what he does to her. In the end, his reasons for fighting to stay with her are revealed, it's just as hard for him to leave her as it is for him to stay with her, so he chooses to do neither and be wishy washy not really there for her, not committed, but not leaving. The contradictions of what he's trying to convince her that he feels and what truly lies inside of him become obvious, and it fleshes out the story and characters farther than what it seems like on the surface. It's like one day you were passing by this couple arguing, and you hear this guy, his voice breaking and saying some things that strike true with you, but when you think about something he's said deeper and discover a giant hole in his logic, you think: "Wait...He's full of shit! That guy was an asshole!"

That's a lot like my relationship with this song, for a while I sang it in my head, I thinking it's sweet and about heartbreak, and didn't give it much thought until all of a sudden something clicked and I stared off into the distance as I started to understand the song on a deeper level. When that happened, I connected it with personal experiences I've had of someone doing the same thing to me, deeply trying to convince me that everything will be alright and appealing to my emotional side that they intend to someday, do all the things they say, and stop living in their intentions. Mistaking the words of 'can' and 'will', the ability to and planning to with 'do', actually doing it. If they've convinces you...then you've let someone off the hook who hasn't proven themselves, and more than likely will not.

Singing this song was fun, but challenging. I was definitely attempting to channel the way Steven Page sang this on BNL's White Album: Barenaked Ladies Are Men, and he chose to sing it in a different style than he does with most songs. The guy is one of the greatest singers of all time, his voice is powerful with a capital owerful. Just look up Break Your Heart or Call and Answer and you'll see this guy's got some serious pipes, and can belt like a motherfucker. But on the recording of I Can I Will I Do, his voice is hoarse, and restraining the strength we know he has, and his voice gets high just to the point of breaking, and the strong guitar riff hanging above all of the other instruments contrasts the performance style. The guy sounds broken, and it makes us empathize with him immediately, very important in understanding the true meaning of the song. In the end it shows us how weak the character truly is.

I'm not used to singing like this, I'm more used to needing power to stand over a guitar or other instruments, so attempting this live without the vocal levels way higher than the instruments would result in the lyrics being drowned out. Luckily I had garage band, and one taked it with some background sounds from my cat playing with a battery, most of which I cut out. I apologize for whatever I couldn't cut out, next time I'll be better. I hope you enjoyed this new section I'm doing, comment/email if you have any future suggestions for it.....and more coming soon! Essays! Moar International Coffee Day! Book Excerpts? Maybe! WE'LL SEE. WE'LL ALL SEE.

EDIT: Something I didn't add that was cool about the song: When he says "Guilt still makes me refrain-", he's transitioning to the actual refrain of the song, while talking about how literally his guilt makes him refrain. Just a little thing I thought was really goddamn cool. Another example of how clever these ladies are.

COMING SOON:

The Fetishizing of the Founding Fathers

(And not in the good way, like George Washington rule34, that's awesome.)

I've seen one too many conservative politicians and crotchety old assholes in tri-cornery hats talking about the founding fathers in a fashion that suggests that they have even the slightest understanding of these people's lives and ideas, American History, or the basic logic given by Odin to every creature on Earth above that of an armadillo with its head run over.

Max on Musics Ideas

This was something I've been thinking about lately for a regular project I could work on here. I'm really obsessive about some things, and I spend a lot of time picking things apart, movies, tv shows, books, video games, arguments and ideas, etc., but one of the major ones is music. It's safe to say music is a big part of everyone's life, and I'm not hanging out with the exceptions like the . I've been the lead singer in a few bands, all with hilarious names, and I've played piano and the acoustic lobster since before I could walk. But what I really love about music, especially pop music, is how it has developed as an art form in a very specific way that no other has. Sticking with people.

The entire art form has relied heavily on honing catchy hooks, phrases, licks, themes, etc., to become a part of the listener for quite some time now; that really you can't be a successful artist (not entrepreneur of music like products) without mastering these creative abilities. It's truly an amazing feat to create something that becomes a part of people, but if the artist can make their little ditty not only stick with them, but make them think and feel complicated shit way after they've last listened to it, in my opinion, they have reached a level of personal connection with someone that they haven't even met, that they probably couldn't reach even if they had.

Had enough of my fucking paper on music as an art form? I'll tell you when you've had enough, but back to my original idea. What I'm planning on doing is just analyzing songs every once in a while, mainly focusing on the lyrics as a piece of fine writing (that's kind of my thing), but also touching on analyzations of the musics as it's just as important in understanding the whole picture, I believe. On top of all that, I'll perform the songs I analyze and link them at the top of the article sos you can listen to it before or while you read and I don't have to worry about youtube links expiring or anything.

So....Until then, expect more writing updates soon, an updated catalogue of my works in progress, a link every once in a while updating International Coffee Day, and this new musical feature. Until then. Keep your eyes on the prize and don't falter in the face of adversity. Endeavor to perceiver. Exterminate them all. A boy's best friend is his mother.

-Maxwell Wilson esq.

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY ON THE DRUNK DUCK

http://www.drunkduck.com/THE_INTERNATIONAL_COFFEE_DAY_SAGA

That's right! Thine eyes in fact do not deceive you, my silly comic is now on the famed webcomic-webzone: 'drunkduck.com', and in much higher resolution than EVER SEEN BEFORE! It's like the time fish is swimming right in your face! Cuddling on your lap for a few moments before taking a sip of your pepsi and swimming back into the story to spout of some more of his famous catch phrases!

As of noonish saturday, it's just got all of the old ones you've all seen already, but soon it'll have some new pages to peruse, and I'll be updating it with regularity on the side of updating this blog with regularity.

A Myriad of Stuff: International Coffee Day Continuation and Detective Antipathy

Sooo

Today I realized I have 7 International Coffee day pages with more coming on the way, so I'll post those whenever I get around to shrinking them and putting them in my computer.

I'm thinking about making it a regular thing on someplace like the Drunk Duck or start a new blog, so I can just put a link on here or facebook for you folks that want to follow it. So I'd have a streamlined system going on, Journals Wilson for writing, (insert wherever ICD is going) for drawrings, and post a link on facebook whenever there's anything new on either so people can keep up.

I've been writing some stuff for Detective Antipathy lately, which is now titled: 'Detective Antipathy: A True Love Story by Max Wilson', sort of as a misdirect while pointing out a couple important themes. I dig the 'Love Story' sub-line because it sets it up expectations of perhaps being a romance or at least have two main characters in love, when....well...let's just say throw expectations out the window. This is going to be a weird one. Like. A pulp magazine and a bad dream had a baby and it wants to eat your feet. It's such a blast to write; so much experimentation.

A lot of the stuff I've been working on is grounded in the fight of insanity vs. reason. Most of the time it's a character conflict, but that is a lot less fun to write than when it's the overarching theme as in Detective Antipathy, focusing more on the internalization of that struggle and less on I said they saids. Those are fun too, they just take a lot more walking outside my head and crafting dialogue between at least two people, while Detective Antipathy is more my territory; somebody spilling their guts.

Updates coming when they do. Thank you for reading, my pungent friends.

interlude

You know that warm feeling you get when you never have to talk to someone ever again? Goddamnit I love that. You sit back and your mind goes to thoughts about someone you used to have to deal with and then you realize that you never have to again. Goddamn. It's like a million tiny candy corns in my brain are singing me ballads whilst they melt and coat my cerebral cortex with a thick candy shell of deliciousness that no assholes can get through.

Just something I was thinking about today that made me smile as I cuddled into my bed tonight with toasty sheets straight out of the dryer. I don't know why, but this week was a bit of a downer for me. I'm getting used to being alone a lot, most of my day is me alone, reading and writing and school stuff and the like. High school ending separated me from the couple close friends I had, and that sucks, but there's always an up side. In this case; it's the introvert inside of me having a warm, anti-social epiphany that there are more than a few assholes I've had to put up with in this last year alone that I don't ever have to speak to again and will not, and that little control I have over my life and happiness really makes up for a lot.

I have several more pages almost ready to post from the new, sexed up International Coffee Day, so get ready to skip that if you don't like that. I have a couple things I'm writing right now to post up here as well later. This little thing I wrote on pulp, this analysis of Maggy from Binding of Isaac that I'm working on....other stuff? Yeah. Real writing stuff. If anybody out there wants to drop me an email or a comment and ask me to write about something I'll probably do it. Seriously, that'd be pretty Louise Brooks.

International Coffee Day Season One Complete

Just as a slight disclaimer: this is a surreal comic I made throughout my time in high school, if you don't like twisted, dark humor you probably won't like this. But I still like you.

OINKER (the cat with the red nose):

lol. whyd u do that fag?

EASYMAN (guy on the left with the gun):

kuzimhrdcore

roflamo.

MR. P (guy on the right pointing):

I did that once.

I'm hardcore.

Like you.

Wanna hang out?

Easyman:

No you may not hang out with us Mr. Pederast.

I just gave birth to a beautiful, baby girl.

I hope she'll be able to find happiness in this post 9-11 world.

*sniff* *sniff*

Oinker:

LOL ur so random.

Lulzors.

EASYMAN:

Kiss her. Kiss my beautiful daughter.

OINKER:

lolwut

no wai

U could like have swine flu or something.

EASYMAN:

Are......Are you saying my daughter's fat?

OINKER:

Yes.

OINKER:

Yo daughter's so fat, she got mo' chins than a chinese phonebook

heh heh.

But seriously, you need to get that bitch on an eating disorder, and quick.

EASYMAN:

Yeah. We tried that. And Atkins.

But someone just can't stop shoving the Big-Macs down her piggy throat.

TIMEFISH:

I can see thru time

TIMEFISH:

If your daughter doesn't lose her virginity by midnight tonite, she shall be sacrificed in the name of the Bali-High Avenger.

EASYMAN:

Well great. Now what am I going to do? You're the only person I know and you won't even kiss her.

OINKER:

wut can I say dood.

I don't do fat chix.

MR. P:

Well, well, well. Look who all of the sudden needs their friendly neighborhood pederast to bang their 4 minute old daughter.

that's some sweet ass jailbait.

EASYMAN:

I'd rather have my daughter be viciously raped to death by the three-billion foot long, uncircumcised black shaft of the 'Bali High Avenger' then have her so much as touch your tiny widdle pecker, you fucking socialist.

OINKER:

..........

Put yer balls away, man.

he's just tryin' to help out

Thatz not even really yer daughter, thatz just a gunshot wound/stub

where yer hand usetabe

uknodatrite?

EASYMAN:

I'm not going to let a fucking cat tell me what I did/did not give birth to.

OINKER:

Hey.

Thatz our werd.

EASYMAN:

I......I know.

meow

OINKER:

Hah. I knew it all along.

For you see: I too po-zess the ability TO SEE THRU TIME.

lulz

EASYMAN:

Did you foretell this? Bitch?

OINKER:

Egad!

THE END!

....and that's it! I started it all my sophomore year of high school during my film analysis class, and did the last one there the last day of my senior year when I found it and decided to give it a finale. I'm still doing them just for fun and to kill time. I might make a separate blog entirely for it if it ever turns into something more, I do pump out the pages pretty quickly. It's not really writing related, more me related, so I might just either start a new blog for people who like it, or just whenever I write about it just figure out how to do the jump thing on blogspot so they're easy to skip over and get to the guts of what this blog is actually about. I'll figure it all out later. If you read this all, thank you! I'm just adjusting to college and stuff and puking out smaller stuff I've had in the backlog, but newer stuff will be coming soon.