VACATION VACATION VACATION
May. 9th, 2006 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceruseeEvery time I say to myself, "I need a vacation," I hear that Tool song in my head. You know, the one that goes
I sure could use a vacation from this
bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
Which makes it all the more fitting that L.A. is where I'm going on vacation on Thursday. OH GOD VACATION VACATION VACATION. Ignoring that fact that my flight back is on Tuesday, arriving at 11:37pm, and I'll be opening at work at 8:30am the next day, it's gonna be a blast. I'mma see my Mikke, go hiking, maybe go to a party, and generally bask in the sense of being a few thousand miles away from work.
Ah, work.
The good news is, I haven't screwed up badly in my first few days. The bad news, I haven't slept more than a couple of hours a night for at least a week--I've simply been too stressed from the anticipation of moving into what is, in practical terms, almost an entirely new job with a large element of public performance in it. I have been running not on caffeine, and not on enthusiasm, but on the manic energy of sheer, unadulterated terror. And today, the energy ran out. I'm so tired that eating dinner made me nauseous and exhaustion has eroded all my humor and patience. I am the walking dead. I am, as I accused Geoff of being a few nights ago, dead inside. I am trained in the use of white-out. VACATION VACATION VACATION.
Apropos of nothing,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
m00nface--hi m00nface! how the hell are ya!--I finally bought and read the first volume of Please Save My Earth. And promptly went and ordered the next four. It reminds me a bit of Fantastic Children, in a somewhat different style.
It starts with a beautiful emotional hook ("I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home"), proceeds with an appealing weirdness concerning the extinction of the dinosaurs, and then an equally appealing bizarre little boy, and finishes up the first chapter with a hilarious, and yet sympathetic portrait of the protagonist as she drifts off to sleep, crying about her troubles--petty, profound, and thoroughly heartfelt. Next chapter, cue the knowing commentary on shounen ai in shoujo comics, made interesting with an unexpected twist. Proceed from hilarity to sentimentality to tragedy, and wrap it all up with a sharp--though not unsigned--turn into fantasy.
It's special, and different, and creative, and most of all, sincere. I get the feeling that the author is something special; I'll have to give Tower of the Future (another Hiwatari title currently being published by CMX) another shot--I wasn't planning to pursue it because I couldn't stomach the selfishness and cruelty of the protagonist, but I recognize the same deft hand with human emotion in that as in Please Save My Earth, and I might grow to like it.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
Which makes it all the more fitting that L.A. is where I'm going on vacation on Thursday. OH GOD VACATION VACATION VACATION. Ignoring that fact that my flight back is on Tuesday, arriving at 11:37pm, and I'll be opening at work at 8:30am the next day, it's gonna be a blast. I'mma see my Mikke, go hiking, maybe go to a party, and generally bask in the sense of being a few thousand miles away from work.
Ah, work.
The good news is, I haven't screwed up badly in my first few days. The bad news, I haven't slept more than a couple of hours a night for at least a week--I've simply been too stressed from the anticipation of moving into what is, in practical terms, almost an entirely new job with a large element of public performance in it. I have been running not on caffeine, and not on enthusiasm, but on the manic energy of sheer, unadulterated terror. And today, the energy ran out. I'm so tired that eating dinner made me nauseous and exhaustion has eroded all my humor and patience. I am the walking dead. I am, as I accused Geoff of being a few nights ago, dead inside. I am trained in the use of white-out. VACATION VACATION VACATION.
Apropos of nothing,
m00nface--hi m00nface! how the hell are ya!--I finally bought and read the first volume of Please Save My Earth. And promptly went and ordered the next four. It reminds me a bit of Fantastic Children, in a somewhat different style.It starts with a beautiful emotional hook ("I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home"), proceeds with an appealing weirdness concerning the extinction of the dinosaurs, and then an equally appealing bizarre little boy, and finishes up the first chapter with a hilarious, and yet sympathetic portrait of the protagonist as she drifts off to sleep, crying about her troubles--petty, profound, and thoroughly heartfelt. Next chapter, cue the knowing commentary on shounen ai in shoujo comics, made interesting with an unexpected twist. Proceed from hilarity to sentimentality to tragedy, and wrap it all up with a sharp--though not unsigned--turn into fantasy.
It's special, and different, and creative, and most of all, sincere. I get the feeling that the author is something special; I'll have to give Tower of the Future (another Hiwatari title currently being published by CMX) another shot--I wasn't planning to pursue it because I couldn't stomach the selfishness and cruelty of the protagonist, but I recognize the same deft hand with human emotion in that as in Please Save My Earth, and I might grow to like it.