1. strange; queer; odd
2. distinctive in nature or character from others.
1. a property or privilege belonging exclusively or characteristically to a person.
Not everyone can handle the consequences of peculiarity. Contrary to popular opinion, you are either born with it, or you aren't. And sometimes, people do find it intimidating. Or just plain weird.
So come on 'round the fire children, I have stories to tell.
Also, I am obsessed with a certain girl named Pat. She is also mine, so NO TOUCHY.
I have been fanboying with Neil Gaiman’s Sandman especially after Joseph Gordon-Levitt showed interest in the movie adaptation of this epic series (“showed interest” is putting it lightly, really).
I was never a fan of comics (or “graphic novels,” whatever you wanna call them). I’ve always preferred imagining the characters’ personalities, gestures, voices, and so on, inside my head as my eyes and fingers trace the words of a good-smelling book. The only publications that make me yearn for illustrations are books on natural history and health science (unless, of course, if you’re reading Dawkins, Sagan, or Darwin). But the Sandman series is different. It’s not one of those “protagonist meets antagonist, then protagonist beats antagonist, with the optional plot twists that would make things difficult for the protagonist and with the unnecessary retcons and backstories that would make readers yawn” type of comics. Gaiman’s Sandman is visual poetry at its finest. His characters are deep, intriguing, saddeningly beautiful, and sometimes beautifully cruel. The great and sometimes overwhelming art is tempered with dialogues that engage the readers and describe our collective unconscious. Like other great writers, Gaiman weaves cultural themes, various mythologies, and many historical figures into his stories. It’s simply enchanting and addictive, one of those of stories that keep you awake at night for hours.
Normal Mailer wrote that Sandman is
a comic strip for intellectuals, and it’s about time.
Damn right, it is. I just hope they don’t screw up making the film adaptation(s). Gaiman’s characters are highly complex and difficult to envision, almost abstract but just tangible enough to imagine vividly. Casting alone would be hard work, I would imagine. I just hope the filmmakers would maintain (or even improve) Gaiman’s visual magic that has captured many readers.
Art by KidNotorious
What took you so long? Also, try the Lucifer spin-off.
I suck at picking cards, so I wrote her on Facebook instead. I love you and happy birthday potskilove.
I was feeling melancholic and it’s been stuck in my head for days now.
Don’t wait for the day when you become the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
Don’t let her walk away now.
Clean up your act and pull it together.
Greetings. If you happen to see this post and haven’t yet pressed the unfollow button, I thank you.
I apologize for the lack of activity here; I just had nothing to write.
If you’re still willing, dear follower, I’d like to write a story here, and I hope you bear with me to the end.
I have far too many ideas and far too much mental clutter to write a story with a concrete plot, but whatever I put on these digital pages, I’d be satisfied with the thought that I have shared my humble story with at lease one person.
Before I begin, I’d like to thank you in advance for taking notice of my post. Tumblr is a big site and I’m just a tiny ant compared to other big-name blogs.
Sit tight, my dear reader. I’m gonna write you a little something.