Thursday, March 26, 2009

Mishter Whiskey



Mishter Whiskey



Grant Morrison

Grant Morrison Talks Brainy Comics, Sexy Apocalypse | The Underwire from Wired.com

Wired.com: He seems to be one of the pure heroes left standing in the 21st century.

Morrison: We've deconstructed all our icons. We know politicians are lying assholes, we know soap stars are coke freaks, handsome actors are tranny weirdos and gorgeous supermodels are bulimic, neurotic wretches. We know our favorite comedians will turn out to be alcoholic perverts or suicidal depressives. Our reality shows have held up a scalding mirror to our yapping baboon faces and cheesy, obvious obsessions, our trashy, gossipy love of trivia and dirt.

We know we've fucked up the atmosphere and doomed the lovely polar bears and we can't even summon up the energy to feel guilty anymore. Let the pedophiles have the kids. There's nowhere left to turn and no one left to blame except, paradoxically, those slightly medieval guys without the industrial base. What's left to believe in? The only truly moral, truly goodhearted man left is a made-up comic book character! The only secular role models for a progressive, responsible, scientific-rational Enlightenment culture are … Kal-El of Krypton, aka Superman and his multicolored descendants!

So we chose not to deconstruct the superhero but to take him at face value, as a fiction that was trying to tell us something wonderful about ourselves. Somewhere, in our darkest night, we made up the story of a man who will never let us down and that seemed worth investigating.




Tuesday, March 24, 2009

One

   I lay awake in bed and dread the next day wishing I were someone else. I've become so tired of being me and of doing what I have to do, day after day, and some of the people I have to put up with. And being so afraid of doing anything else. I'm so locked in to what I call my life I feel trapped. I hate feeling trapped even though there is a certain sense of security in "the devil you know".
   Getting drunk never helps, it makes the moods seem worse. Sex would help take the edge off, but not having a partner makes that impossible. My meds would just keep me awake this time of night. No one I know is up this late to talk to.
   Any other alternative, well, would be too permanent to mention here. Not that the thoughts don't cross my mind more than once.
The lyric from that old Metallica song "One" comes to mind.
   "Hold my breath as I wish for death"
    Real cheery, no?
    (That was a rhetorical question)
    I'll get back to the funny cartoon when I have time.

D-

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