05 November 2011
Anyway, click the images to embiggen... if you dare.
It starts with this.
And gets worse!
This still isn't the worst bit...
Or this, with the spiral-infected hair. Or even the blood-sucking pregnant women, which I neglected to grab a scan of.
No, you see, Chapter Eleven manages to make something that should be, you know, celebrated, into... well... something truly terrifying and downright scary. The real hard-core high-octane nightmare fuel comes when the pregnant women I just mentioned above give birth.
The babies seem normal... except for their bellies. The swelling seems to be uncomfortable, but so far appears to be... nothing. Just colicky babies, or something.
Meanwhile, the cafeteria has started serving a new variety of mushroom.
Well... they say it's a mushroom. And the other patients seem to love the new food. Yeah... more on the mushrooms later, we got creepy kids here!
The babies regrew their umbilical cords and placentae. Seriously. And that placenta-tree thing, in the lower-left panel, is really freaking me out. Yeah, looks like Kirie couldn't handle the revelation, either -- too bad for her it's only starting.
Kirie panics and just blindly enters a room. Bad Idea. That room...
holds a motherfucking forest of motherfucking placentae! Worse yet, the OBGYN has been harvesting these placentae (and presumably the umbilical cords) and passing the bits off as mushrooms! (Told you we'd get back to those.)
And just in case you thought "that's not so horrible," just keep scrolling down.
The doctor successfully re-implanted the infants.
After that, I need some brain bleach. Something cute. Ah, here:
18 September 2011
I looked at it for a few seconds, thinking, "That demon reminds me of a Pokemon. Machamp, or something."
Someone please tell me it's not just me, and that thing really does bear an odd resemblance to Machoke.
28 May 2011
I have only ever had to delete two comments -- one that posted my personal information (who also hit my LiveJournal, and was probably my ex), and one that directly attacked me.
Holy shit, I posted something that offended someone? OH NO! NOT THAT! *pfft* People need to grow the fuck up, already, and get over it -- it's my blog, it's my content, and I post whatever I feel like posting. If you hate it so much you feel compelled to comment on it, please, don't bother. Just go somewhere else if you don't like it. (Christ, it's even in the disclaimer up top!)
Or, if you just HAVE TO comment on how much I suck*, please have the testicular fortitude to leave your name.
* My partner sure isn't complaining about it!
17 May 2011
I've been playing with Google Chrome for about a week, now, and I'm finding that I really like it.
There are apps that integrate themselves into the browser so smoothly, you'd never know they were there if you weren't using them!
For example, right now, I'm using ScribeFire -- this app allows me to post blog updates to both my blogger account AND my LiveJournal. At the same time.
And I could, if I felt like it, write several posts in advance, and schedule them for automatic posting later.
I see many, many, uses for this clever little app!
28 April 2011
My baseline mood tends to be subdued-but-stable, but mostly I'm kinda all over the place.
The only things I seem to be feeling right now? Profound apathy topped with anger and flavored with "fuck you". Which is okay, I guess, until someone inadvertently hits my rage button -- then I just unleash both barrels. And that's really not a good thing, because things get said -- things I don't mean -- and those things tend to be hurtful to others. Which makes me feel even worse, because I'm not a mean person at heart. So that adds a heaping helping of self-loathing to the mix, which is... really not good when you're already going into a depressive spiral.
Mostly, though, I just feel... blah. I want to cry, but the tears won't come. I would rage about that, but I just don't have the energy for it. Hell, I don't have the motivation for it, either. Right now you could poke me repeatedly and just get a "meh" in response.
I wonder if there's a reason depression and apathy travel in a pair?
Maybe it's because depression just saps all your energy and strength, so you just... don't have the energy to give a shit.
Maybe I'm even more fucked up than I thought I was.
Why do I feel like this?
What if "stable" is as good as it gets?
I just want to be happy. I mean, like, really, truly, happy.
Everyone else seems to be happy... what's their secret?
19 March 2011
17 March 2011
I have to admit to still being a bit gobsmacked by this whole situation.
Not only have I found my birth mother, I've found an aunt, a grandmother, and three siblings.
Who'd have thought?
I've been communicating with my birthmum through Facebook, and it's a little strange just how similar we are. And the "cat thing" I have going? Apparently it's genetic, 'cuz she's a total cat person, too. We have fairly similar tastes in reading, though I tend more towards high fantasy and sci-fi with a smattering of romance (though I'm not above reading trashy novels -- sometimes a trashy novel is just the right thing! ^_^')
This is really exciting. A bit scary. But in a good way.
We're putting together a photo album for T., and I want to make the cover myself. Like, not a picture of me on the cover, but a piece of my own artwork. Something special.
But my first priority should be getting through the quarter. *sigh*
06 February 2011
In and of itself, not a big deal. I've bonded quite well with my family, and life... well... life has been the usual wild ride with ups, downs, crazy twists, and the occasional loop thrown in for giggles.
I just hit one of those loops, and it's a twisty-upside-down-and-backwards loop.
I've wondered, over the years, just where I came from, which of my birth-parents (and extended birth family) I take after, all that good stuff that most people never have to even think about. I've toyed with the idea of finding them. I've even hoped to find them.
So, heading into the search, I wasn't expecting much of anything. Really, I was fully expecting dead-ends and a big fat NOTHING at the end. I had hope, sure. But hope doesn't answer questions or put the missing pieces in the puzzle.
Two weeks later, after reaching out to a woman we thought might be my aunt... we've found them. We found my birth family.
I know, cue "shock" reaction. It gets weirder... and happier... and I feel like I'm starring in a Lifetime movie-of-the-week, here, with all this everything-working-out-in-the-end happy shit going on.
T. (my birth-mum) wants to get/stay in touch with me!
How am I supposed to deal with this?
Do I want to have contact with my ever-expanding family? YES!
Am I prepared for the potential emotional fallout? Notsomuch. And I don't wanna go stepping on toes and opening old wounds, either.
Honestly, I guess I'm just scared shitless, and have a big fat case of the "What Ifs".
And the fact that I'm still waiting for it all to sink in is not helping matters at all.
Paging Rod Serling...