Well, it's that time of year again - the homestretch into the New Year. I suppose this is the time that I'm supposed to sit back and take stock of everything that's happened over the last twelve months. I really wish I had some kind of elegant words for the passing of the old year into the new, but really: Fuck You, 2008. You sucked giant flaming demon balls. I only wish I had a foot large enough to wedge up your your massive, useless fucking ass on the way out.
Figured you were a LOSER...between this sadness blog and you sucking up to Byrne on his board shows what kinda whiner you are.
Wahh wahh i wish star trek was a reboot..wah wah...grow up Trekkie...its time for a new generation of fans.
Tom... Tom... do I know a Tom?
Sorry you had a bad year Dave...
Conversely, I actually had a really good year... No major catastrophes.. My parent's didn't have any health issues.. everyone's doing fine.. I'm free of major anxieties and happy... everything is stable..
This year was a respite for me...
I dunno what's ahead but I'm grateful for this last year..
Friend of yours?
Some dude who just signed up to the JBF, I think.
Hey, got the shirt. Awe. Some.
Glad you like.. Designed it myself..
It's a belated birthday present..
That Meddle shot is my favorite.
Yeah... i figured, it being your favourite album.. its the essential shot..
Almost a primer for how a rock guy is supposed to look, to me: hirsute and emaciated.
Reminds me: I need to get Meddle on vinyl. If you ever stumble on a good copy, pick it up and I'll reimburse you.
Ignore Tom, Dave. These wishy-washy asinine toilet-drinking asswipes just love to flex their collective muscles by harassing those of us brave enough to express our respect for a lion of the comic industry. John Byrne has more talent in his trimmed off toenail than all the rest of the assembage of fuckdom that worships mediocrity and devour whatever slop Marvel and DC decide to shovel into their little sweatly comicshop hangouts. I wish I could take their collective spines and rip them right out of their under-developed backsides, since they're so afraid of even showing an ounce of backbone they don't need them. I would then piss into their exposed ganglia and crush their skulls like empty eggshells. Men like Harlan Ellison and John Byrne, who are such brilliant beasts, refuse to be pushed around by these tiny creatures that inhabit our pathetic planet and you shouldn't either.
Thanks, Chad. Really, I thought it was pretty funny!
I should say, I've always been pleased by the tone of the discourse on the JBF, which is why I've stuck around, even though many of the topics are nothing I feel I have much to contribute to.
It's amazing how snarky things get right away on other boards pretty much as the de facto mode - and I suspect that a primary reason the JBF is so generally civil is the house policy of requiring members to sign up under their own names. (although I guess Tom did that... )
That lack of anonymity is actually something I've maintained on every board I post on - figuring that I don't go out of my way to argue with strangers, and if I really cared what people thought about my opinions, I wouldn't even bother sharing them. At any rate, it helps me build the 'Dave Kopperman® Brand,' found in the produce aisle at your local Fairway.
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