I am so tired...

So tired, I would rather remain sitting here, at my computer, burning time on the Internet, than to get up, brush my teeth and go to bed.

Truth be told, there are a very limited number of sites I frequent every day, and after I've gotten my fill of them, I am left with nothing to do. Three hours later, I arise from my computer after having gone into some daze that allows me to waste time at superhuman levels. About three hours ago, I sat down to read some comics. One hour later I had read about 50 or so chapters and I wondered, "What next?" Well, it hit me like things that like to hit each other hit things, I would get onto a video streaming site and catch the only bits of 30 Rock I have yet to see (thanks to my Netflix account and lack of cable), the 3rd season.

30 Rock is the best show on tv. Hands down. I don't care if there's an effing Antiques Roadshow marathon on, 30 Rock is the smartest, funniest show I have seen in a long time, since Arrested Development was brutally canceled. I enjoy Scrubs, but both shows have a very different brand of humor, and lately Scrubs has gotten consistently over-the-top, and as a result (I am sad to say) very predictable. 30 Rock make me laugh in the most unexpected ways, and it is refreshing to see a show that does not follow a formula. Sure, the "Lightning-in-a-Bottle" has worked for some (er-HEM*Pixar*), but after some period of time, things of a certain brand fall into predictable patterns. Aforementioned comic was hardly fun to read because despite the odds against which the protagonists are set, they DO conquer their enemies, in the most (supposedly) conclusively awe-inspiring ways. Nobody important will ever die in a modern Disney movie. Actually, I'm pretty sure my previous statement was pretty general and unfactual, but I have neither the patience nor desire to sit through a Disney movie that was made in the past 10 years. I suppose what I'm getting at is that certain brands, certain hooks get tired and passe after a while, and while Scrubs has successfully kept me entertained for seven consecutive seasons, I'm growing a little impatient with the show's finale.

About one year ago, I was under the impression that Scrubs will have its seventh and final season very soon, and the nature of J.D. and Elliot's relationship will be etched into stone and Janitor's name will finally be revealed, and Dr. Cox and Jordan will marry and it will actually work, and Turk's diabetes is cured by Carla's Dominican voodoo and blahblahblah NONE OF THAT HAPPENED. Sure, the blame lies solely with the Writers' Strike, but truth be told, I was tired. I'm tired of the Scrubs ups-and-downs. I revere the series and its writers for being able to make me laugh one second and bring me to tears the next, but after six-and-a-half seasons (the seventh wasn't even 23 episodes!) I want some fucking closure! Now, after renegotiating rights between NBC and ABC, there's going to be a NINTH SEASON?! A SEASON THAT FOCUSES ON THE GROWTH OF THE INTERNS INTRODUCED IN THE EIGHTH SEASON? I came to enjoy and love the original cast, and I expect closure with said cast! Yes, the show's overarcing theme is growth and development, as an adult, as a career, and as a person, and coming full circle is a great way to end something amazing, but honest to your God, I just want the show to be over.
Don't get me wrong, I will still watch it, and I will probably laugh my ass off. But now it will have to compete for my time with 30 Rock.


If I didn't know any better, I would say that I wrote this drunk.

Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!

I hate Sundays, for the record. I enjoy my days off, but something's just so sour about Sunday evenings. The only thing for me that updates on Sundays is Horribleville, a comic I recently found. I am trying to wrap my head around MySQL, but to no avail. I have no idea what it is for, how to use it, and why I've installed onto my machine. I'm pretty sure it has something to do with PHP.
Oh well. Back on my head, then.

I am full of burritos and what passes for ground beef these days.

There's nothing better than late-night Taco Bell. Or early-morning Taco Bell. Or anytime Taco Bell. Tonight was different, though. Tonight, I had some of their ground "beef" for the first time since I realized it was gross, and have since opted for "steak" options. It was purely by mistake. I thought I had bellowed "CHEESY BEAN AND RICE BURRITOS" into the speaker clearly enough for the taco jockey not fuck up my order. We even hashed it out back and forth to make sure we were both perfectly clear on what I wanted.

Supposedly you get what you pay for. I paid $.89 for bad meat. My girlfriend gets free gas tonight.

Aww, I have champaigne all over my t-shirt now...

SO!

Here I am now. My name is Dean, the name with which I was born, not some internet identity crap. This blog is mostly to catalog my thoughts and serve as a running tab on progress on the projects I intend to run in the coming months. I welcome everyone's support and feedback, anyone that would give me the time of day. This will also serve as a forerunner to my next site that I am in the process of designing. Eventual goals will be to master CSS, learn PHP and build a fully functional site that will house my blog as well as my webcomic that I am also currently putting together.

A little about me:

I have been calling myself a college student for the past two years now, but I have been struggling so much to get things together to be able to even go. I've attended a cumulative freshman year over the past two, because my finances are a little more than prohibitive of keeping me in the most prestigious art school in the country. In my spare time, I burn it reading webcomics, an art form with I've fallen deeply in love, so much so that my girlfriend is moving out (LOL, not really). I have some very long loose ends that are in the process of stringing themselves together into a proper noose by which my neck shall hang...in the next six months or so. Video games are not the best use of my limited time. The "t" key on my blogmachine doesn't work as well as it should. I am 20, male, and have been claimed. I am half Japanese, half doesn't-matter,-I'm-Japanese.

I figure it's time to stop simply believing I'm an artist, and actually produce something worthwhile. I've never had a Deviant Art account, I don't enter any contests, I don't draw anything simply for the enjoyment of it! How do I have any legitimacy as an artist? It's time I stop consuming and start giving back! I'm not going to lie, a profit is the eventual goal of this venture, as I am human, and am subject to needing food every once and again, but I want to put food on my table doing the things I enjoy, not because I jockey a desk every weeknight from 6:00-10:00, although the flight benefits are pretty awesome.

This is an effort to build an internet presence. It seems like the thing to do these days, and anyone can do it. As of (yesterday) today, I resolve to turn things around, and be the content producer/supplier I've always wanted to be! Of course, I can't do it alone. I look to thousands of people just like me who enjoy taking serial nibbles of the Inernet everyday to take a second to look right back at me, if only for a few seconds!

I pledge to make regular updates on progress. A new site will be up later this month, or the beginning of the next, but it will only have a comic and a bit of self promotion.