The brightest light moving away from us, unless it be reflected, is darkness to us.

Holy Crap. RHoM.OMG is one year old.

That revelation hit me like a punch in the gut. The comic has come a long way since it’s birth. An even longer way from it’s conception in the minds of a handful of whack-jobs who (happily, from my point of view) ended up living together. I have to say that we are all VERY fortunate that Phoenix quickly assumed the duties of writer. ’cause at the time I was simply not up to the task. Also, I personally think it is in much better hands this way. I am quite happy to provide the occasional punchline, but Phoenix actually has some grasp of story.

The fact that the comic is a year old threw a lot of stuff into stark relief for me, and I’ve been trying to come to terms with my emotions on the matter. In just a little over a week we will come to the 2nd anniversary of moving out of that glorious house, and the nostalgia I’ve been going through since realizing that has been…almost painful.

It was an AWESOME house.

And one of the best years of my life was spent living there. Even if I didn’t always realize it at the time.
I met some of the most amazing people in the world, and made some of the best friends anyone could hope to have.

I would give a lot to be able to relive some of the moments living there.

I’d even like to be able to just walk through the house again. Maybe someday I’ll be rich, and I’ll buy the house, and turn it into a RHoM museum. So that those of us who lived there can go back and reminisce.

Sure. There was a lot of unpleasantness, but when in life isn’t there>? We’re not perfect. Most of us are only human. As a whole though, I think we have mostly fond memories of our time there. Otherwise why would we be making a comic about it>? Some of the best conversations I ever had were with Artista. Ranging from philosophical and spiritual to utterly absurd. Sometime over the Summer when we need filler I’ll tell you all about Vampire Bears. Which (along with the Wall of Shame) should totally end up in the comic sometime. Anyway, she’s an amazing person. Go check out her art, you’ll see what I mean. And that’s just one of her talents, so give her some love.

I truly cherish my friendship with Phoenix. He is one of the greatest people I’ve come into contact with, and I am deeply saddened that he is no longer a part of my daily life (except in my head). I love him dearly, and wouldn’t give that up for the world.

These people changed my life for the better, I miss them all terribly and will gladly defend them to the death (seriously do not fuck with them, if you do and I hear about it, you are in for a lot of misery).

All I am really trying to say is: Despite the bad things that happened (and they did) I was mostly happy there. I remember the good times and wish it didn’t have to end.

But it did end.
And that was necessary.

It is not just the comic that has grown, we have as well.

I am very pleased that, through the comic, I get to relive (in some small way) times spent in the house. And before, like when we all crammed into my one-bedroom apartment (Super Mario 3 on that tiny ass little TV), or the 6 months spent congregating at 216 (tacos anyone>? Pate with the sombrero and pitcher of margaritas>? Not to mention Mario Party, Double Dash, and all the other video gaming).

So. A selfish plea:

Keep reading.

And tell your friends. It’ll only get better.

And that way, I can keep reliving.

“In water one sees one’s own face; But in wine one beholds the heart of another”
-Wednesday

To record, to encompass.

“We continue in our children, and in our works and in the memories of others; we continue in our dust and ash. To want more was not only childish, but cowardly, and somehow constipatory, too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.

The belief that we somehow moved on to something else – whether still recognisably ourselves, or quite thoroughly changed – might be a tribute to our evolutionary tenacity and our animal thirst for life, but not to our wisdom. That saw a value beyond itself; in intelligence, knowledge and wit as concepts – wherever and by whoever expressed – not just in its own personal manifestation of those qualities, and so could contemplate its own annihilation with equanimity, and suffer it with grace; it was only a sort of sad selfishness that demanded the continuation of the individual spirit in the vanity and frivolity of a heaven.”

-Wednesday

my pokemon bring all the boys to the yard…

Holy crap, I just realized that this place has been blogrolled on the comic site. I should probably post something here more often…mmm naaaah.

Evil Million Dollar Idea Number 71

I want to make a DVD that’s nothing but special features.

It can be the DVD for the movie I make. The one with the trailer that is completely misleading and has nothing to do with the film itself. I’ll spend the entire budget on the trailer to get everyone to see the movie, and then just throw together some minimalist art film.  The trailer will be some big ”Blockbuster Summer Action Flick”. Full of one-liners, hot young stars, and awesome special effects.

The DVD won’t have the regular film itself. It will have two or three commentary versions, the trailer, a commentary version of the trailer (maybe two) and every other random special feature I can think of.

I’m sure I’ll rant more on this at some point but my attention span is not so great and my motivation has dwindled.

Evil Marketing Genius
Wednesday

Ticky ticky thought of a gun

“Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
Jerry lee lewis was the devil
Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
So there was only one thing that I could do
Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long”

Holy crap! So there’s a comic up over at  RHoM.omg, and this one’s about me! And condoms. Also I’m apparently the comic’s resident writer-dude. Which means, if the syntax and general quality of this post is any indication, we’re doomed!

Jesus Built my Hotrod

-S

Breathe you Fucker!

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