Creedence Clearwater Revival dining at Taco Bell in 1969
Two great tastes that go great together.
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Creedence Clearwater Revival dining at Taco Bell in 1969
Two great tastes that go great together.
(Source: birthmoviesdeath, via mattfractionblog)
Spider-Boy by Mike Wieringo
Oh man. I miss Mike Wieringo so much. And his Spider-Boy was fantastic.
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You ain’t never had a friend like these guys (and a few others), from the Funko Disney POP! Series 5 vinyl figures, which will be available June 27th.
sleepyhollowjacks asks: I was reading your chain of tweets about Paxil and had a question. One of the conditions that medicine is reported to treat is OCD (I have that). But isn’t OCD a productive tool for the highly creative types? Weren’t you afraid it might hinder your writing process?
I struggled with mild OCD and not-so mild paranoid ideation for decades; it was especially bad in the year or two around the publication of HORNS, a paranoid book written by a paranoid and unhappy man.
For a long time I was determined not to get help, because I was very afraid that if I took a pill, or saw a therapist, it would destroy me creatively. Then one day I realized I didn’t give a shit about whether or not I could go on as a writer… it was far more important to find a way to go on as a person, so I could be the best possible father to my kids, and not a miserable man who couldn’t make his appointments because he had to keep driving home to see if the oven was on. A person who looked behind pictures in hotel rooms to see if there was a fiber optic video camera hidden back there. And so on.
It turned out that my paranoid idea that treatment would destroy my creativity was like all my other paranoid ideas: bullshit. My compulsions and shrill fantasies weren’t empowering me creatively; they were fucking me over. If I wrote five pages and hit save and Microsoft Word told me I had ended on an odd-number of characters, instead of an even-number of characters, I assumed the day was a failure. This is not a joke. Logic didn’t enter into it.
After Heart-Shaped Box, I wrote parts of three different novels that didn’t work, because I was scared to write anything - scared of being hated, being sued by phantom persecutors, being criticized, letting people down, looking like a fool, and on, and on. Completing HORNS, and getting it right, was the hardest thing I’ve ever done as a creative person, because I did it with an interior voice constantly screaming in my ear that it was all wrong, that publication of the book would destroy all the good will I had created with Heart-Shaped Box. I got the novel written - and it came out good, Goddamn it - even though I usually began my day by searching my office for listening devices.
Can a little bit of OCD be adaptive for a creative person? Maybe, to a degree, when it leads to rigorous habits and good discipline (I remain a very habit-driven person, a guy who works through a series of checklists each day). But it’s very hard to be successful as an artist when you’re flinching from imaginary terrors and on the run from imaginary enemies. It’s also difficult to get anything written if you wind up in an institution; try and type when you’re in a straight-jacket, it isn’t easy.
As an afterword to all this, I’d note I wrote most of NOS4A2 after getting on Paxil and getting into therapy and dealing with my problems. It was hard-going at first, but in the end I wrote the novel with joy and excitement. I owed it to my kids to get my shit together. If getting right emotionally has helped me to do some of my best work, that’s just a fringe benefit.
Horns is a deeply emotional, powerful book. Joe Hill is one of my favorite authors, and his Locke And Key series from IDW is astonishingly brilliant.
And this is a great post about getting help and overcoming so many things that we might otherwise be afraid to deal with. Everyone struggles with something in their life, and creative people tend to struggle with demons larger and more dominating than most people realize. Success and fear and fear of success and wondering if what we’re writing or drawing or making is good enough or not good enough or just good or worth it.
Everyone struggles, even your favorite author or a NYT bestselling author or your friend or your roommate or your coworker.
This had made my day!!
Mine too.
Oh man is there higher praise for a book you’re already eagerly anticipating from one of your favorite authors than the praise of the writer of one of the best books you’ve read in the past few years?
Thinking of home tonight.
Days like today are hard days to be an Oklahoman and yet not actually live in Oklahoma.
You see and hear and read and watch and take in all you can; you make calls and get calls, you get reassurances and make reassurances to others; you wonder and hope and seek out confirmation that people you love and miss and know are all okay, okay in that “we weren’t even anywhere near Moore” way and okay in that “we’re alive but lost everything but we’re alive” way.
And then you stop watching it all and stop following it all because you can’t handle the reality of the nightmare.
The fear instilled in us, as elementary school kids growing up in Oklahoma, wasn’t one of school shootings or terrorist attacks. It would be high school before that ever entered into our consciousness. No, as an elementary school kid you prepared for the terror of a tornado, and you did so by joining all of your classmates in the hallway, bowing your head and hoping that whatever storm system overhead simply dissipated or passed over without incident or moved away to bother someone else.
You sat in the dark with everyone you knew and you hoped it would be okay.
It’s absurd, when you think about it, that the only solution to salvation from 200 mile per hour winds in a storm system a mile or two wide cutting a swath of destruction across fields and houses and roads and lives…
…The only way to be safe is to sit in the dark and bow your head and hope.
And today that’s what hundreds of kids did and today that’s what I did and today that hope wasn’t enough for entirely way too many people. For at least ninety one people and their families, some of whom are still in darkness waiting for things to be okay. And for a lot of them, for most of them, things will never be okay.
It seems like Oklahoma and tragedies go hand in hand, but so does Oklahoma and hope.
So does Oklahoma and perseverance.
So does Oklahoma and strength. And more than that, it’s the audacity Oklahoma has to rebuild a school in the ruins of the previous school, in the very spot where year after year a mighty force of nature descends upon the helpless and the innocent and the unprotected and that mighty force decimates any and all in it’s wake.
A lot of people may look at that audacity and see foolishness, or stubbornness, or stupidity. But that’s not it at all.
It says that we as Oklahomans, we’re not going anywhere. We belong to this land, and we will not be so easily moved by wrath-of-a-vengeful-God like winds and decidedly Old Testament acts of wanton and unforgiving destruction.
We belong to this land and we will rebuild and we will survive and we will heal.
And until then we will sit in the dark and hope that it will all be okay.
GPOY.
Stefon’s Wedding |x| SNL 18/5/2013
German Smurfs, Gizblow the coked up Gremlin, Human Fire Extinguishers, Ben Affleck and is that Ryan Seacrest? No it’s a drowned albino who looks like Axl Rose.
I’m going to miss Bill Hader.
Just the fucking best.
I didn’t watch the Billboard Music Awards last night, but I did watch this video of Glen Campbell, Johnny Cash, Buck Owens, June Carter Cash, Merle Haggard, Jerry Reed, Mel Tillis and others jam on some of their respective hits.
Goodbye Stefon. :(
I’m not excited
But should I be
Is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me?
I know I love you
And you love the sea
Wonder if the water contains a little drop little drop for me
Here’s your song of and for the weekend, Vampire Weekend’s “Unbelievers”, off the fantastic Modern Vampires Of The City.
Alaric in ‘Graduation’
Alaric Saltzman is one of the greatest characters in television history, and easily one of the best characters in the large pantheon of Vampire Diaries characters.
It’s not hyperbole, it’s not because I’m a super fan. It’s because it’s a fantastically written character played perfectly by a gifted actor, Matt Davis. A character who’s arc throughout the series was magnificently handled, and who’s interactions and relationships with the other characters is a stalwart example of how great characters and relationships should and can be written in television.
And without spoiling things, but, uh, Davis headlined a now cancelled CW show called Cult, so Alaric wasn’t around for most of this season. His return over the last two episodes of season four has been nothing short of stunning, and most welcome.
Anyways. Alaric Saltzman, I miss you already.
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All. The. Feels.
That smile.