Miss Anthropy

Will reply to comments... eventually. Thanks all who helped me or talked with me over the weekend's lock-out. Oh, it's so good to have a hairbrush again.

Lately I've been having thoughts of doing, gosh, a webcomic. Or some sort of extremely self-referential serial. Because my life is so awesome and crazy but not, really, full of punchlines.

So I think in the interests of time and modesty I'll just chronicle things privately and release it all in controversial memoirs forty years from now. It'll give me time to compose my thoughts while still retaining the authenticity of immediate thought that--

OMG TRANSFORMERS MOVIE RERELEASE 20TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL EDITION DVD WANT WANT WANT.

Um, yeah. Sleep time, I think.

Yeah, that thing they say about never shopping for groceries while hungry? It's really quite true. (Candied sweet potatoes? What the hell am I gonna do with candied sweet potatoes?)

I saw Little Miss Sunshine. Finally. Missed it in the AV and of course the nearest theatre that was playing it was, oddly, not UCLA (despite it being the product of two alumni and the film that every damn staff and faculty was pointing to at the induction ceremony as 'see, see, we do have successful graduates!'), or Westwood, but rather Century City, way the fuck over in Beverly Hills. I found a bus that got me most of the way there, but ended up walking about a mile, and had virtually no way at all of getting home but for the generosity of the brother and his friends not currently trapped in the back space of a tandem. (I like Jack's roommate. Really I do. I just wish he answered Jack's calls now and then.)

Still, it was a great experience, not the genius some misguided hypers were portraying it as but by no stretch dissatisfying either. I will say that it seemed so oddly tasteful, most of it, that the few spots of truly black humour/offensive what-the-fuck really put me off, but in the end you just sort of had to accept it (a big motif, really). Could blab about colour and metaphors and archetypes but I don't see a point, seeing as I'm sure UCLA film professors will include it as part of their curriculum in a year or two.

I know I'm behind on my Chronicles of the Real UCLA Experience, but that's just because everything's been just that great exhausting. There just never seems to be enough time or energy at the end of the day to explain things that seem so straight-forward.

Except I know that I, for one, freak out about any unknown, even the ones that turn out to be pigs in sheds. And because I am writing this for the kind of person who would someday use Google to answer life's questions, and I am, myself, someone who would do that (and does), here we go again.

( PAB, grocery shopping, getting to the Century 15, and what to do if you are locked out of your apartment for an entire weekend. )

Bonus:

( Holy Crap You're Gonna Die )

There is now a minor slew of new sketches available on missanthrope.com's art section. Just, you know, in case you wondered whether I'd given up art as a nervous habit yet.

( Preview! )