I forgot about tumblr.

I’ll find something to post about…

Be Thankful You’re An Artist

Be thankful you’re an artist, because I sure as hell can’t. I just can’t do it. I love music, so I try my hand at an instrument, and it just doesn’t do the trick. I’ve drawn all my life, and can’t improve. And as for poetry? Well fuck poetry. I can’t make art, or at least art that satisfies me. So I leech off you artists, and dwell within the avant-garde and obscure, to give myself a sense of authenticity and uniqueness, like I created the work. It’s like so little people know of it, so it’s almost like it’s mine. I can’t make anything of my own, so I have to set my interests aside from the mass… An analytic philosopher once said Metaphysics is just misguided literature, and that maddens me because as an aspiring philosopher I don’t really enjoy it. What else do I have left?

A few days have passed since I saw the Watchmen movie. I am no long intoxicated by fanboydom.

Zack Snyder, what the fuck was that man? I mean, once I got past the fact that I saw all my favorite characters on screen, what is left? A broken plot, a butchered story? I don’t care how much you liked Watchmen, that was a high budget, shit-tier production. Now obviously the comic’s layout makes it near impossible to reproduce properly on the silver screen, but this adaptation hardly makes the attempt. Good job lacing in references to the actual comic, kept me distracted for a while.