||[May. 22nd, 2007|10:14 pm]
El Teagueo Magnifico
Make a comment in this entry. I'll go to your profile, pick 3 userpics and interests, and then you explain them in your journal. Include this text or not.
This is what Arch chose for me:
Offbeat role playing games: I honestly can't remember what I ment when I added this. I think I was refering to the non-D&D tabletop Aaaarpeegees that I was enjoying with my pals in Minnesota like Changeling (where you play as a reincarnated fairy tale character of your own design in the modern world: I was a classic hedonistic pirate) or the psyonics-in-the-future-one-I-can't-remember-the-name-to-but-I-think-begins-with-"A" (where I was an electronics-empath stuntman/rockstar named Axe Bastard). Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure it wasn't me saying how much a fan of kinky bedroom theatrics I am like acting out an R rated "Little Red Riding Hood". Although I do have the required chest rug to play the wolf part.
The Future!: Who doesn't love The Future! (always spelled with an exclamation point, like "Science!") All the possibilities, all the promise, all the hot Jetsons-girls in thier plastic mini-skirts... Anyway, on that note, let me say how conficted I am on my feelings on the revamping done on Tomorrowland a while back. On an asthetic level, I love it. I love my retro-future with fins and art-deco-ness. On the other hand, I hate the principal behind it. Tomorrowland was supposed to be tbe constantly updating optimistic vision of the future. But how they did the redesign, they've given up on looking forward and just take a nostalgic look back on how we used to anticipate the world of tomorrow. It's so damned defeatistic and depressing an attitude.
Spacegirls: Bubble helmets...form-fitting spandex...classic pin-up...Oh Yeah....
Flying Squid Army: From the pages of Mark Trail. Someday, somehow, I'm going to feature a flying squid army of death in one of my comics. There is no avoiding making the "Oh S**T" face when you've got hundreds of phalic-lookin' six-armed creatures launching themselves through the air at you. Death From Above, Baby!
Love You Madly: From the pages of Peanuts (specifically, the "Unseen Peanuts" free comic book day special). The dialoge, if you can't read it in it's smallitude, is boy-"Don't you love me anymore, Patty?" Patty-"How's your comic-book collection coming?" boy-"I bought four more yesterday...." Patty-"I love you madly." Just goes to show that if you want any affection, you've gotta bring somethin' to the table, be it stunning good looks, impressive talent, or material wealth.
Sad, Sad Taco Bell Dog: From the pages of Brenda Starr, Ace Reporter/Detective/Reporter again. Seriously, you should be reading this comic in case a storyline comes along again like this one. It's got everything: prison culinary conspiracies, a celebrity chef smuggling drugs inside smuggled chihuahuas and cooking the unsold canines to feed to his restaurant patrons, a bondaged red-head spitting an apple square into the villian's crotch, Rip Taylor sporting an emo comb-over... Well, I figured I needed a "I'm Sad *weep* *weep*" icon for my lj repotoire, and the villian here looked pretty much like how I looked at the time what with the chubby face and the tiny goatee. But it's the chihuahua licking the tear that really makes this picture. Them tiny shaved bastards love the taste of our dispair. "Yo Quiero Your Pain, Human"