free country means you don't have to sit

Mattt tells me he's got a video camera, and his goal is to make one movie for every night of winter break. I'm about to head over and meet up with him, so we'll see how that goes.

First, though, nifty linkage. Sam and Fuzzy had a link today to a webcomic called Sordid City Blues, which I went and checked out as part of my work-avoidance program. It's fun, in a not-too-demanding way, and is attractively drawn. I'm not as wild about it as Sam Logan is, but if you're bored, it's a well-developed (or, developing) little tale about realistic twentysomethings getting stressed about their sex lives. Come to think of it, though, if you haven't yet seen Sam and Fuzzy, then your time would be much better spent there. It's like Calvin and Hobbes, except Calvin is a depressed twentysomething taxi driver and Hobbes is a teddy bear with absolutely no impulse control or empathy for other living beings! Also, they have ninja mafia. Excuse me, mafia ninjas.

Also, the last thirty seconds of this movie are incredibly fucking creepy. Found on MetaFilter.



p.s.: I will attempt to explicate my feelings on Tolkien and the Silmarillion as soon as I have worked out some coherent thesis of what, exactly, they are.