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I'm back? Lots of happenings. More later.

Myiege covered all my favorites (Greyscale, The Less than Epic Adventures, The Young Protectors, Artifice, Starfighter), but I found one called Buying Time http://buyingtime.the-comic.org/comics/first/ that's really good. It calls itself a cyperpunk romance. It's really good.

Their new series is called "Whatever This Is" and features all the same people. Episode 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZyMCUwhm-6E

Best new band? Most popular, sure, but best? I don't think so.

I was going to post the same thing, in case it hadn't. Part One is also very good. The full story is that the writer wrote part one and then disappeared for a year and a half. Considering her last post was about depression most people figured that was the reason for her absence. And her first update in a long time was yesterday, and first comic was today, which is cool. I highly recommend it to everyone. As always things with me are...okay. Not good. Not bad, just...meh.

The fall and rise of a man who clawed his way into high society.

Serafin Falls Chapter 1 these awful people The night was hot, heat that permeated clothes, skin, and made everyone generally miserable; generally miserable being the default position of most people in this place. There was barely any room in the bathroom stall of this warehouse party. I had finished the rest of my cocaine before leaving the restroom when I immediately spotted Jon in the middle of the room, laughing among friends. Jon moved as effortless as a movie star in a perfectly tail

Hi everyone. Hope you're doing well. I, for the record, am not. I really can't say what it is exactly, but I'm getting closer and closer to telling someone about how serious things have gotten for me. Hospitalization is looking like a reality. If I could just drop everything and take care of myself the way I need to, the way I should, then I would. But work and school and other...stuff keeps me from doing it. That, plus the very serious cost it would take. I can't even deal with that right now. Well that's a half-truth. I think the stigma of actually having to be hospitalized keeps me from doing it. People knowing. I'm a pretty private person and so for everyone to know about me in that way, knowing how severely depressed I am and...I don't even know. Peopole knowing the truth of the whole situation bothers me. Staying sober is becoming more and more of a challenge. I am still (sober I mean) so...yay, I suppose. A day at a time? A nice phrase I think. Sorry for the rambling. Its been a bad few...I don't even know what.

Chapter 2 -Lo siento. Lo siento, no.- -My father’s name was Shepherd. He was what I am, a Harlequin. A protector for those like you. He took his name from his grandfather, a famous Harlequin who saved the lives of many people when an operation went bad. But in the end my father didn’t deserve the name. He betrayed us, he sold our secrets to the Tabula, and he was killed for it. Not by my hand, but if I had known...I think I might have done it myself. At the time he was still training me t

Hey everyone. Haven't been around in a while and I thought I'd check in. See how you all were doing. Very glad to see the thread still alive. Hope you're all doing well. Things for me have been...tempestuous. But that seems to be typical. Lots of love.

This reminds me of Six Feet Under.

I typicially hate covers. Hate. Hate, hate, hate. An artist has a vision and I think the final recording of a song that realized, to be heard as it's supposed to. However, I heard this version of Creep by Radiohead and I think it's brilliant.

Sarah Monette's Mélusine is the first novel in her Doctrine of Labyrinths series and is seriously one of the best fantasy books I've ever read. There are two main characters, one of whom is gay, so that's a plus. Its about a wizard Felix and the former assassin Mildmay. It is completely original, incredibly well written behind a great story and a vivid and rich setting. I have been extolling the virtues of the entire series for a long time and entreat everyone to check it out. It is difficult to find though, so I suggest Amazon.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCD14IrOcIs

I remember CRAZY. I think i first caught it when I was like 12. Seriously good.

I just submitted something that happened to me today. So thanks for letting me know about this website! What do you mean, exactly?

I actually wrote a paper on racism and microaggressions were part of it. Fascinating stuff.

It's good to see people are still here, that makes me very happy. It has been a terrible few weeks but that's typical for now. It's a long story why but that's irrelevant, I'm doing better than I was. Actually, this is the first semester that my depression has not screwed with my academics, at least so far. But that is something, I suppose. Today was also the first time I even thought about writing in months, so I expect I'll be getting back into that again soon. So I guess It been pretty awful, but I'm beginning to come out of it. Yay.

Another Day In Paradise - Phil Collins. Hahahaha.

Hitting rock bottom at 21 is pretty impressive I think. No? Well...ok. Maybe not. On what you ask? Thats for me to know. But it was, to be completely honest, the worst experience of my life, and considering how much I've been through, that's really saying something. I'll start from the beginning: Here in Los Angeles there is this thing called L.A. Artwalk. Google it. In Downtown ,every gallery is open for anyone, there's tons of music and food trucks and it's all just groovy. My best friend S. is in a band, and her band was one of many selected to play at Artwalk. Super cool! So i'm with all my friends, and we bring a handle of tequila and some vodka. Before we arrived at Artwalk, I had a bottle of wine to myself, so I was feeling pretty good. My friends band sets up and starts to play and they did an amazing job. Now, right after they finished, I went around and found an ally to be by myself and to get high. This is about the place where things get fuzzy. Now, as soon as the drugs hit my system I knew something was very, very wrong. I remember coming around the corner of the ally, looking at the sea of people walking around, and realizing just how bad I was. The best I can describe it: I remember remarking to myself that it was like a stop-motion picture. But that was only the beginning. It's tough to remember everything, mainly because for some strange reason EVERYTHING about that night that I do remember, I remember backwards and I have no idea why. Meaning when I awoke I was told the first thing that happened to me was passing out by the stage, when I thought that was the last thing that happened. Weird. From what I could gather, I had made my way from the ally to the stage and passed out. (All my friends were near the stage). I remember lying on the ground trying to get control of myself and not being able to, I remember flashes of light as people took pictures and thats about it. I also remember for about the span of 7 seconds, gaining enough control of myself to literally jump up to my feet, to the surprise and applause of the crowd that had gathered around me. Then my friends came to take me back and lay me down somewhere. I remember being laid down and floating in and out of consciousness. I remember when I stopped breathing. I remember at that moment thinking - I really hope someone notices I've stopped breathing right now or I could die - as I could hear my friends voices around me. I remember my friends A., S., and W. trying to tell me that the cops were here and that we had to go, and I remember the helicopter's spotlight on me. Thats about it. All of this was horribly embarassing, because not only did my friends have to take care of me, but because there was a ridiculous amount of people I kinda knew there, that saw the whole thing. In fact, 2 days ago, at my friend's band's music video shoot which I was in charge of, people came up to me and said this: OMG! I was at Artwalk, I'm so glad you're not dead! Oh, and this is strange but I had a hard time watching the first few minutes of the movie Limitless cause it reminded me of what it was like to be lying there on the gound. If you wanna know what I was seeing while it was happening, aside from the stop-motion stuff which was how it seemed at the very beginning, it looked almost exactly like this: There's more, but it's just the gross stuff and I definitely don't want to go into that. Needlessly to say, a few days later, I was sitting in my first NA meeting. 8 months clean today.

I LOVE this show. Saw both the first season and prequel. It is a shame what happened to Andy Whitfield, he was amazing as Spartacus. But Im excited for the new season.

Writing helps most for me. Followed by talking it out. There are other, far more destructive habits that I have been slowly trying to rid myself of that help. Or, more accurately dont help, but actually make things worse, but Ive been trying to write and talk more. Maybe I should try a therapist again, I dunno. I used to say that the worst thing in the world is to be alone with my thoughts. I still do, actually. The thing is, Ive now been alive for 22 years. I can say there have been moments in my life which caused major issues for me. Lots of pretty terrible things. But Ive always been this way. I was never the happy and carefree person, ever. Certain things have happened to me which, again, may have furthered this, but it was never far off. So then I think, whats the point, ya know? I already know what Ive gone through and how it did what to me, but that changes nothing. Its 20 minutes past 6 am and I should probably try sleeping for a while. EDIT: Also. There is a crazy man outside screaming at the top of his lungs. He hasnt been around for a few months, but he just keeps coming back here. He remins me of God from the show Nurse Jackie.