Welcome to JAWC v2.5 : No bandana, just hair, long wild and free... rant time...

Allright, gotta first commment on Happy Feet... yeah I went and saw the Emperor Penguins that done sing and dance... sounds like it'd be bad right? Hell No!... it was frickin' cool, I enjoyed myself throughout the whole movie, not only was the storyline solid, about a boy who can't sing and finds he can be himself regardless of what others think... and prove that he has worth even though others may not see it in him at first...

After seeing Happy Feet, I saw it as this generations Fern Gully... only without the eco-drama... it was subtle inclusion and the way they handled it seemed a bit rushed but overall it was nicely done, cause if they belabored the point it woudla been annoyingly stupid.. so kudos to them for making it work... however do I recommend it to people to see in the theatre?... that all depends on how much you pay a ticket... me I paid 5$... that was worth it to me, however I'm a matinee kinda guy... but if you've gotta pay over 7.50$ for a evening showing, I'd save the money and go see the prestige...

But the whole movie was about tolerance and understanding, which segues nicely into my next half of rant with dealing the fact that the lines I've grown accustomed to seeing drawn are blurring more and more each and everyday...

I mean, as an artist, I'm allowed a lot of room to think outside the box and not be as prudish as others may be in there hopeful professions, so it came as a shock to see that the way I used to be, the shallow and prudish person I was is no more, in fact even after a stint of internet artist emo, I came back and realized that I can't really deny who I am, and that to neglect that understanding would be taking away from myself and even though others may in turn like that me... I wouldn't.

I know I'm a very abrasive person, I'm not very social and even now that I'm on my own, I find a comfort in reclusing in my own room, away from the trials and tribulations of dealing with others... I think that if I'm ever to find someone it'll be by sheer coincidence and serendipity will have to step in to save me from myself... regardless.. I've been told I don't put effort into what I do, or rather effort into enjoying myself... and I realize that I don't know how to have fun... and when I do have fun I feel guilty over it... this became apparently clear at last AnthroCon when I made a total ass out of myself for this very guilt.

Still, the lines that seperate the prudes and the deviants, blurs more and more, I'm forced to acknowledge this... and I can't help but be me... and to all the people who think that I have to be what they want me to be, fuck off... I'm my own person, albeit still anti-social and reclused... I'm still myself and even though I may have nothing else come a few months or even tomorrow, I'll always know who I am and what I want to be... so my dreams are what I'm made of, and to hell with anyone that wants to crush my dreams before I can make them my reality...

- Tiki Man