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Achewood => Achewood => Topic started by: littlefallsmets on February 02, 2007, 02:40:31 am
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http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=02022007 (http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=02022007)
Best. Stand-alone strip. Ever.
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I like that it is not entirely clear what the D means.
I like this strip.
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Oh. Poor Emeril and Sponge are so sad for him.
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See, I think it says EXACTLY what Beef is going through. The dude can't even go into a drug store. The things in a drugstore can overwhelm him. WILL overwhelm him. The things in a drugstore will overwhelm him. The dude is an overloaded camel of fear and any kind of straw will do.
Truthfully, it seems more like Beef has... an acute anxiety disorder than textbook depression but... whatever it is, it's the perfect picture of a neurotic collapse.
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I was referring to the fact that the D becomes a darker color on the sign, just to clarify.
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Every other one is awesome. The food chain and restaurant, not so much. The road sign and this one, so much.
I love Phillipe's thoughtful expression when Teodor says "Not when you have depression" as if that explains it all. I imagine he is picturing a supermarket with an entrance that says "For Depression Only" and when you go through it you just end up in the loading dock with an empty paper bag.
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Emeril and Spongebath really sell this one. They appear here not as Beef's friends, nor as hapless bystanders, but rather as a Greek chorus of sorts. It is a tragedy for everyone. The tragedy of the grocery store.
Handi?Rite is a mighty queer name for a grocery store, though. It appears Roast Beef is in fact failing to enter a stationery store. Clearly, then, this is not just an illustration of Téodor's point. This is a real episode in Beef's life that just happens to be transpiring at the same time as Téodor's conversation with Philippe. It must be a fairly regular occurrence for him.
Edit: This is the strip for Groundhog Day. I will now be bitterly disappointed tomorrow if Punxsutawney Phil does not do as Beef does.
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I was referring to the fact that the D becomes a darker color on the sign, just to clarify.
I noticed this too. The saddest part is that he was probably picking up something that Molly had asked for and now he can't go home either because she'll be angry and disappointed.
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The alt-text sold it for me. This is how beef s and always will be.
HEY! GREEK CHORUS GUY!
NICE
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I think it's more that he sees the ugliness and hopelessness of the grocery store -- the tawdry, stained storefront with the single discolored letter; the hokey name (Handi-Rite? What does that even mean? Everything is directed at the lowest common demoninator.); the overriding cynicism of our corporate commercial culture. Beef extrapolates this too far. He sees it and he thinks that it's the way everything in the world is. It is a reflection of man's true inner nature. This saddens Beef. He does not have the strength to face such ugliness today. His weakness saddens him further.
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Yeah, today's strip was just beautiful, in the most complete sense of the word. I puzzled for a long time over that "D," and finally settled on it just being another way to convey the emptiness and disappointment one (who's got depression) must feel in confronting the imperfection of the world. My heart just breaks for Beef all the time; and then I'm comforted in remembering that at least he's got Molly.
I hope it's not bad form to invoke past strips in threads about current ones, but I'm gonna do it anyway. "Toast" -- 05 December, 2006 (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=12052006), to me, brought Beef and Molly's relationship into very sharp focus. Maybe I'm overly romantic for my own good, but IMO this is the kind of thing that people in loving relationships do for one another (althouh this was definitely expressed through the completely unique Achewood perspective).
Considering how things were portrayed in "Toast," I have hope that Molly will be understanding when Beef returns empty-handed.
And finally, I agree, the inclusion of Emeril and Spongebath was genius. Visual punctuation, definitely.
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And finally, I agree, the inclusion of Emeril and Spongebath was genius. Visual punctuation, definitely.
Genius, absolutely. It further develops the characters of Emeril and Spongebath. And, it shows that Beef's friends are aware of his problems and that they are sympathetic.
This is a wonderful, poignant strip. It shows me that Onstad has a very real understanding of the nature of depression.
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Roast Beef's depression always seems to mirror my own. One day I was feeling hopeless because winter had just started and the sun went down at four, and then this (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=11202006) strip came out. And yesterday I had trouble going to a grocery store. It's good to know someone understands.
One of my favorite descriptions of Beef's depression is Ray's (http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-friend-made-sex-magazine-read-it.html): "Dude keeps it real, and doesn't risk much money. Dude plays it tight. That's my boy. My boy is Roast Beef, and he has so much sense he can barely get outta bed each day."
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I like that it is not entirely clear what the D means.
I like this strip.
Just a guess but maybe the lights inside the letter flickered. Flickering signs do not instill confidence.
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winter had just started and the sun went down at four
Damn...just, wow, DAMN.
Dude, move a little bit south. I feel like shit when the sun goes down at six. Four? MAAAN.
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Roast Beef's depression always seems to mirror my own. One day I was feeling hopeless because winter had just started and the sun went down at four, and then this (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=11202006) strip came out. And yesterday I had trouble going to a grocery store. It's good to know someone understands.
One of my favorite descriptions of Beef's depression is Ray's (http://raysmuckles.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-friend-made-sex-magazine-read-it.html): "Dude keeps it real, and doesn't risk much money. Dude plays it tight. That's my boy. My boy is Roast Beef, and he has so much sense he can barely get outta bed each day."
I have had to have my depression carefully managed out here. In the darkest days of winter, the sun doesn't rise until 11AM and it sets at 4PM.
I love Beef. Having suffered through hell of depression, I can totally sympathize. It just becomes too much for you. Molly, Emeril, and Spongbath should get Beef to a psychiatrist pronto (fuck you, Tom Cruise). There's only so much good a light box can do.
And I love Philippe's little arm akimbo, all sassy-like.
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I had to sign up to say this. Isn't the point of the D that the sign then says "die right"?
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um, wow. I guess that is it.
I am glad that the worst depression-type thing I ever went through never progressed beyond listening to the Doors a lot really loudly on my headphones in my room. I couldn't listen to them without getting all weird for a few years after that. But, yeah. I am glad that I haven't had any of those kind of problems, and hopefully I won't.
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I had to sign up to say this. Isn't the point of the D that the sign then says "die right"?
Brilliant. A tiny can of Dr. Pepper for you. I never noticed that!
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I had to sign up to say this. Isn't the point of the D that the sign then says "die right"?
Oh!
Ooooohhhhhh.
I'm going back to bed now.
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http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=02022007 (http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=02022007)
Best. Stand-alone strip. Ever.
No it's not. It's a plot to sell that stupid "I'm the guy that sucks/Plus I got depression" T-shirt. Just like when a new Transformer toy hits the shelves and ALL OF A SUDDEN AN EPISODE INTRODUCES THE CHARACTER on the corresponding show.
FUCK you Cosmos
Autobots can not fly
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Nobody seems to have mentioned that Teodor appears to be drawing a comic strip at the beginning? Maybe the secret point here is that Teodor is actually the secret creator/magus of the strip as a whole.
Metafiction.
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Nobody seems to have mentioned that Teodor appears to be drawing a comic strip at the beginning? Maybe the secret point here is that Teodor is actually the secret creator/magus of the strip as a whole.
Metafiction.
Teodor's just good (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=09302002) with graphics (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=10222003).
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bobby.
There is a transformers thing going on lately. Is that true?
The guys on my floor had their favorite time ever, because they watched the Transformers movie and made a drinking game. Where they drank every time they transformed, or "did something human."
I tried, but, we have been over this. beer does not work out for me (esp. semi-cold natural light. ewww.)
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Edit: This is the strip for Groundhog Day. I will now be bitterly disappointed tomorrow if Punxsutawney Phil does not do as Beef does.
The real life groundhog has SADs, and as such was too lethargic and sad to appear today. The crowds also make him anxious.
theinev: You got the touch. You got the power.
All: I think Roast Beef speaks to something in a lot of us. The lonely alienated portion of us. Roast Beef strikes a cord with everyone here because we've all found ourselves at 3am sitting at the computer, crying, reading webcomics in our underwear.
I've been thinking a lot about how we're all retarded meat brains. Our brains are really only meant for finding food, and finding things to have sex with. All this other stuff that we've done... it's all aftermarket add-ons. We've gotten so many that our brains really aren't very good for doing what they're made for any more.
I have trouble feeding myself, and finding things to have sex with is problematic.
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I'm trying to figure out which Roast Beef I like better... the depressed, anxious one, or the confident, almost cocky one (GOF arc, etc.).
The depressed one is more interesting and tells a better story, but damn, another strip like that and I might start to forget to eat (http://achewood.com/index.php?date=11192004) myself.
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Edit: This is the strip for Groundhog Day. I will now be bitterly disappointed tomorrow if Punxsutawney Phil does not do as Beef does.
I lived a few miles from Punxy until I was 9. At first I was surprised that Groundhog Day wasn't such a big deal in Virginia, we didn't talk about it at all in school, there were no handouts with pictures of where the immortal Phil lives the other 364 days of the year*, no nothing really but chipper am news anchors relaying Phil's findings.
Then as I got older I was surprised that anybody who lives more that 50 miles from Punxy gives a rat's ass at all.
*in the town library on top of the shelves. Of couse I learned this in 1988.
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I think it's more that he sees the ugliness and hopelessness of the grocery store -- the tawdry, stained storefront with the single discolored letter; the hokey name (Handi-Rite? What does that even mean? Everything is directed at the lowest common demoninator.); the overriding cynicism of our corporate commercial culture. Beef extrapolates this too far. He sees it and he thinks that it's the way everything in the world is. It is a reflection of man's true inner nature. This saddens Beef. He does not have the strength to face such ugliness today. His weakness saddens him further.
Totally. Beef is imagining himself in 20 mintues, thinking about how things went in the store and how a stockboy talked him into buying another whole pork tenderloin because it's on manager's special today when he really only wanted a couple cans of StarKist. He can't go into the store because he's already looked back on it in his memory and he didn't have a good time.
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Every other one is awesome. The food chain and restaurant, not so much. The road sign and this one, so much.
I love Phillipe's thoughtful expression when Teodor says "Not when you have depression" as if that explains it all. I imagine he is picturing a supermarket with an entrance that says "For Depression Only" and when you go through it you just end up in the loading dock with an empty paper bag.
You did it, coldfrog! You found the saddest thing!
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I've been thinking a lot about how we're all retarded meat brains. Our brains are really only meant for finding food, and finding things to have sex with. All this other stuff that we've done... it's all aftermarket add-ons. We've gotten so many that our brains really aren't very good for doing what they're made for any more.
Ooohhhhh. So terribly, terribly true.
I am really going back to bed now.
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All I really have to say about this strip: yeah. I'm in the middle of the worst depressive streak I've ever had right now, and this strip is exactly my life. Several times this week I have needed to run errands and not done it because the concept of running errands has been terrifying, and why not just stay in bed?
Anyway, I don't want to turn into one of those people who just talks about their depression, but this is a very good strip.
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Aw, V, have a can. Maybe it will make you feel a little better. Someone gave me a can today and it made me feel a little better about the day's failures. Oh god, that's pathetic, isn't it.
Speaking of failures, today I came across a website of a literary agent who claimed Onstad as one of his clients. And I was all, "Oh wouldn't it be cool to have the same agent" and shot off a query. Only later did I realize that perhaps I should have considered the fact that apparently this agent has not yet been able to actually place any of Onstad's work with a publisher.
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Aw, V, have a can. Maybe it will make you feel a little better. Someone gave me a can today and it made me feel a little better about the day's failures.
Tiny cans for both of you!!!
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Anyway, I don't want to turn into one of those people who just talks about their depression, but this is a very good strip.
You just got a can but please don't get depressed about that.
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(just to clarify, my tossing of the can was triggered by the nonchalance of the, er, sentence I quoted, which I felt deserved some (a lot) of credit if this is depression-depression we're talking about here, and not the type that the tossing of a can would help.)
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All I really have to say about this strip: yeah. I'm in the middle of the worst depressive streak I've ever had right now, and this strip is exactly my life. Several times this week I have needed to run errands and not done it because the concept of running errands has been terrifying, and why not just stay in bed?
Anyway, I don't want to turn into one of those people who just talks about their depression, but this is a very good strip.
Replace "depressive" with "anxiety attack" and... you and I are on the same page, Vee.
The collective subcon is doing backflips and we're a lot of us getting kicked around.
But at least I know I can give you a tiny portion of fizzy prune soda in recompense, at least, at least.
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The strip is one of the saddest and most brilliant things I have read. The posts are interesting reading, it's really ace having informed discussion alongside each strip.
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Did anyone else have to come here to figure out what the last two panels were all about?
Maybe I was just overthinking things, but I was like "What are they looking at? Why are they surprised their basket is empty?" or whatever.
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So, I have not wanted to do errands because it is cold? Is that... is that the same thing?
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San Jacinto?
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yeah... I feel like not wanting to eat because it's cold shows some sort of essential human failing on my part.
also, sometimes I skip meals because I'm too lazy to make food/get food.
Sometimes, I think that this means that Natural Selection wants me to die.
but... it is so fuck*ng cold out. I only feel OK going outside when I have a couple of drinks in me.
And at that time, I say things like "I don't feel cold! Shit! Why don't I feel cold!"
until someone says "Daniel, fuck, it's because of the drinking."
I have major coldness issues. I am always wearing at least 1 layer more than most around me-- sometimes 2. Plus I wear my hat and scarf constantly. And then there are all these guys walking around in like 2 layers. Why are they not cold? Damn.
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I am the type of guy who will go get the mail in a t-shirt with no shoes on in the winter because it will take longer to put on a jacket and shoes. Sometimes barefoot. No, usually barefoot.
The cold is my friend. Now, when it's really hot, that's when I don't want to go out. Sweat monster time, no thanks.
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Yeah, cold is a terrible thing. I think my ideal temperature is about 85 or so, and when it's genuinely winter I feel like I just live on the wrong planet or something. But don't worry, spring will come again.
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So, I have not wanted to do errands because it is cold? Is that... is that the same thing?
Not unless you're just using the cold as a rationalization. I didn't go somewhere because it was raining yesterday, but it was indoors, you know? I just didn't feel like facing the people.
(Thanks for the cans guys!)
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Yeah, I think the key to the depressive-behavior thing is that the reason for going out is irrational. If you're legitimately staying in because it's cold, that's reasonable, albeit maybe a little wussy. But if you're using the cold as an excuse not to go out because the thought of going out plunges you into a fit of fear or despair, or you're not even lying to yourself anymore and just admit that you're not going out because of fear/despair, that's depressive.
Belatedly -- thanks for the cans, guys. To explain my statement above: I'm the kind of person who always feels uncomfortable about making conversation in an altered neurochemical state that consists entirely of "hey, I'm in an altered neurochemical state!" Going around being depressed and only talking about my depression strikes me as the equivalent of those people who get drunk and loudly proclaim how drunk they are, except that I am rather less likely to wake up the next morning non-depressed and vaguely ashamed. (Well, okay, I'm likely to wake up ashamed, but, y'know.) I mean... to be blunt, it's on the same level as "dude, I am so drunk!" in that nobody really cares, and it is also frequently as obvious. When I'm eating one meal a day of whatever-comes-to-mind at an essentially random time, only sleeping between the hours of 10 AM and 6 PM, and leaving the apartment only after great deliberation, saying I'm depressed almost defines redundancy. (At least, it does to me. The other awkward thing is that, after a lifetime of being an Emotionally Stable Person, I face a general reaction of "why didn't you tell me?!" the instant I say anything. It's not that I don't trust you, Parents or High-School Best Friend or Roommate or Whoever I'm Telling Now, it's the fact that admitting this makes me feel like I'm going to throw up.)
... Well, that was hypocritical, huh? The other problem with talking about depression: you inevitably overshare. If one has to overshare about current neurochemical states, I'd rather it be about positive ones. "I am so drunk!" is almost okay if the drunk person is basically happy, and one of the best conversations I ever had with a college friend of mine took place after, after years of sexual frustration, he finally got laid and as a result was effusively happy about everything. It's fun to talk about how suddenly colors are brighter and the world contains an infinite capacity for joy.
So, how about that comic with the retarded otter? I'm a fan!
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The first step to becoming the Guys and Ladies that Rule, I think, is being comfortable admitting that... temporarily... we are the Guys and Ladies that Suck. I'm pretty sure Al Franken said that.
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saying I'm depressed almost defines redundancy.
because you are in graduate school. You're just normal.
I just spent my Saturday morning cleaning out about three dozen rotten old fruit-fly colony jars that smelled like vomit, for almost no money in a job that may very well be a dead end, and did I mention it is Saturday, and I thought "Whee! At least I am not in academia anymore!"
Of course your mileage will hopefully vary in the long run but probably you should be glad you're not weird enough to be happy in graduate school.
Also I hope next time I am drunk I remember to say "I am so in an altered neurochemical state where I am not afraid of the fuck*ng police!"
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I am pretty proud that I have not yet made a post that basically consisted of "I am drunk! Shit!"
also, to clarify, I was not trying to say that me being a puss about cold weather was in any way on a level with depression. I was just bringing up a topic which is on my mind a lot.
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I enjoy the cold. Not, like, Alaska cold, but Boston cold and what little cold Philadelphia gets. Rolling up my sleeves and breathing cold air deeply is about the only time I stand up straight.
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I'm the kind of person who always feels uncomfortable about making conversation in an altered neurochemical state that consists entirely of "hey, I'm in an altered neurochemical state!" Going around being depressed and only talking about my depression strikes me as the equivalent of those people who get drunk and loudly proclaim how drunk they are, except that I am rather less likely to wake up the next morning non-depressed and vaguely ashamed. (Well, okay, I'm likely to wake up ashamed, but, y'know.) I mean... to be blunt, it's on the same level as "dude, I am so drunk!" in that nobody really cares, and it is also frequently as obvious. When I'm eating one meal a day of whatever-comes-to-mind at an essentially random time, only sleeping between the hours of 10 AM and 6 PM, and leaving the apartment only after great deliberation, saying I'm depressed almost defines redundancy.
Up until a few days ago my eating/sleeping/leaving-the-house schedule was just like this. I'm also a grad student.
If one has to overshare about current neurochemical states, I'd rather it be about positive ones. "I am so drunk!" is almost okay if the drunk person is basically happy, and one of the best conversations I ever had with a college friend of mine took place after, after years of sexual frustration, he finally got laid and as a result was effusively happy about everything. It's fun to talk about how suddenly colors are brighter and the world contains an infinite capacity for joy.
Ordinarily this may be somewhat true, but I think the fact that this strip came out makes this the time and place to declare, "Oh man! I am so fucked up on depression right now!" in an almost-jubilant manner.
The first step to becoming the Guys and Ladies that Rule, I think, is being comfortable admitting that... temporarily... we are the Guys and Ladies that Suck. I'm pretty sure Al Franken said that.
Seriously.
Also, I hear he's running for senator of some state.
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Whenever my friend says "Dude I am so high". I make a point of hurting him. I hope that by doing this he associates that sentence with facial pain. This I believe.
I am so lonely.
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Although I have experienced this before, what really allows me to empathize with Beef is the way when he is in it deep he tends to sleep on the floor. I remember when I was living in my dorm (and even on recent occasions) I would seek out the most uncomfortable place and stay there till I was too tired to be awake. The floor was a popular spot, but so was that hard-ass chair that came with the room. Once I sat in the corner between the bed and the window with a bowl of ramen and a book that I didn't need to read for any class at all and pretty much didn't leave it until dinner the next day. That was probably the lowest point I can recall.
(I debated about whether or not to post this for a while, but I decided if we're going to talk about it, I might as well get it off my chest. Which of course is another thing. Have you ever sat in front of a computer with just a blinking cursor at the end of a post with some meaning and just can't bring yourself to hit the Send button because you are critiquing your writing to the farthest extremes? Yeah, me too.)
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so, in other words, it is a sign that I do not have a Problem that I can justify posting any damn thing that enters my mind? Phew. I was beginning to think it was a negative quality.
(I am just kidding! don't think I am making fun!)
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In general I prefer the cold to the heat, because I sweat when I exercise (read: walk for two blocks) even in the icy cold, so the summer is just death to me.
Having said that, the high today was 5F, and it's -5F now, with 25mph winds which makes the wind chill like -20F. It has been brutally cold for the past three days or so - so much so that even though I did have to go out and do things, I didn't enjoy them as much.
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I went out for a walk yesterday wearing nothing but jeans and a t-shirt. The air was fresh and the flowers had just started to come into bloom. The pool at my apartment complex reopened just a couple weeks ago, and had only been closed for remodeling purposes to begin with; already several people were lounging around nearby, sipping cold beer and working on their tans.
I love Arizona.
It will be everyone else's turn to laugh in August, when I drop my car keys in the parking lot and have to pull them out of the molten tarmac.
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I am realizing, quickly, that I am a California boy at heart.
I should have known this when my mom told me about how I cried when we moved to Chicago. I thought it would be Winter forever. Probably because I was not used to "seasons."
Although I am trying to deal with the weather by "just not thinking about it," per the recommendations of my mom. Of course, this was based on when we lived in Chicago... and she drove a car around.
The main issue is really that I'm just not used to having to bundle up at all. So every day I get up and have to consciously think about how cold it is. So I suppose it will be better when it's just habit.
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I only know of two seasons. Rainy and Dry. And those can get fuzzy.
It got below freezing on my college campus the other day, and I slipped and fell on a patch of black ice, and I felt betrayed.
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weirdly, I have not slipped since I got here. I mean, it's only snowed 3 times, though. I feel betrayed that it is constantly cold without snowing here. I would put up with cold weather more readily if it snowed more often.
edit: OK, people, do I post too often? Because my PPD is currently at nearly 5. And I have more posts than several of the OG's. So. I feel like I need to take a Hiatus like Q.
But I won't, probably.
Although maybe then we could hang out, considering he lives... about a 10 minute walk away from me.
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I am realizing, quickly, that I am a California boy at heart.
California is amazing. The other day I was in salt lake city, and I was really tempted to steal a car and drive to california. I grew up on the east coast, but randomly moved to california with an SO I barely knew five years ago. I did this because:
A) I was twenty, and it was time to move 3000 miles for no reason,
B) the word "california" ends with an "-ia," as do the words "narnia" and "fantasia," and
C) the weather in the town where I was headed is designed for complete wusses, and I am one.
Now I live in a place with winter, and I'm starting to think it's better to have a crappy life in california than a good life in a wintery place. If someone breaks your heart in a coastal town in northern california, you can mourn your loss by riding your bike to a sunny beach and jumping in the water. If you live in a cold place and something good happens, you can celebrate by shovelling the walk. So those of you who are not depressed but who live in cold places have my sincere condolences.
OK, people, do I post too often? Because my PPD is currently at nearly 5. And I have more posts than several of the OG's. So. I feel like I need to take a Hiatus like Q.
But I won't, probably.
I probably don't have much sway on this issue since I haven't been around here long, but for the record your posts frequently make me happy, so I vote No on the hiatus.
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I probably don't have much sway on this issue since I haven't been around here long, but for the record your posts frequently make me happy, so I vote No on the hiatus.
quoted for truth
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thanks!
OK people, just for the record, this isn't a thing where I am asking you to say nice things about me. I was basically assuming people would say "dude could you maybe condense it sometimes a little bit? For real."
...say nice things about my Dick, dude.
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I'm starting to think it's better to have a crappy life in california than a good life in a wintery place.
I strongly suspect this is true. When I am in California even people with crappy jobs at coffee bars seem to be happier than most people on the East Coast.
I wish I could live there. It's exhausting how much time I spend thinking about the weather - what to wear, whether I will have to drive in the snow, how cruel it is that it is raining on my day off and the next day when I have to work it's going to be beautiful... I always think about how if I lived in LA, that whole burden would disappear.
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OK, people, do I post too often?
As long as each post is accompanied by a kitten and a duck (as is presently the case) it's fine.
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Having lived on both coasts and in the middle, I can honestly say I'm happiest here in the cold, cold middle. That said, I didn't live in the greatest places on either coast: Sacramento CA, Portland OR, Washington DC, Baltimore... well, Portland was nice, but since I have S.O.-- S.A.D., the rain really got to me big time.
The winters here in the cold, cold middle are nice. I don't mind the cold and I find snow to be beautiful. What gets hardest is how few hours of daylight there are. But when there's snow on the ground and it's sunny, it more than makes up for it, because the sunlight is doubled for that day!
That said, on days like today, when they cancel school because it's so cold that exposed flesh will freeze in five minutes, I kinda wish I was back in CA.
Just not Sacramento. :)
I'll take the Bay Area any day of the week though. I hear it's wonderful there. Or so I've been told.
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Especially since "a hiatus like Q" apparently means "never coming back, ever."
Where did you go, Q? And Bozack, and Zart... le sigh.
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You can get Depression in San Diego, too, but 1) It takes a big thing to kick it off, and 2) It is harder to come up with reasons not to go out.*
Otherwise it's really awesome except for rent. And not having leaves that turn colors other than brown.
I don't live all that close to it, but every morning as I come over a hill I can see the ocean just off to the right, and I feel like the day can't be that bad. That sort of thing helps a lot. Then I go to my job, which is fun even though it doesn't pay a lot, and I can go outside at breaks and 19 times out of 20 it's sunny and warm.
I like it here. I want to stay.
*Usually it was traffic for me.
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lister, a can for one of my favorite tom lehrer lyrics >)