Could Be Worse...

I realized, a lot of these journal comics feature flies, and anybody that reads this is probably wondering what my odd fascination with flies is, but it's not so much a fascination I have with flies. It's just that this summer, there have been so many flies around and in this house. Something about the combination of the horses in the field behind the house, and probably the dampness of the last few months, has led to thousands of flies swarming around the house.
One day, my mom had to take a vacuum cleaner to all of the windows because it got so bad. But, those resilient little buggers kept coming back. It really is kind of fascinating in a way, while also incredibly obnoxious to have thousands of flies surrounding the house, tons of flies buzzing in the doors and windows, tons of dead flies collecting on the floor near said doors and windows, even though my mom regularly vacuumed the dead ones up too. It was really quite overwhelming.
So, I guess in a way I kind of am fascinated by them. Especially being that they have such short lifespans, and have two major driving forces in their short spans of existence. Which, obviously are to eat and procreate. Then they die.
Now that I think about it, it's really quite bizarre to be surrounded by SO much death. Even if they are "only" flies. If you think about that, then you think about all of the other insects and plants and larger animals that die all around us every day without us knowing or even realizing. I feel like that right there is enough reason to not fear death. Especially since I really doubt the existence of any afterlife, since there has yet to be any legitimate proof pointing in the direction of it. It's just our imaginations and fears of insignificance trying to come to terms with the fact that we just won't exist anymore.
But, back to what I was going to say about the flies dying... it really got interesting to watch them when you knew they were on their way out. It almost became a sort of ritual preparing them for death. In so many cases, the flies would drop to the floor, and start spinning around on their backs. I don't know if it's a lack of ability to use their legs, or just weakness, or lack of ability to use their wings either, since they seem to be spinning around due to the force of their wings. The buzzing sometimes really got to me, because it was so incessant. And, I found, even if I tried to help them get back on their feet, it just wouldn't work in most cases. They'd just end up flopped back onto their backs, and start spinning around again. As though that's what they were intending to do whether or not they could get back on their feet.
Perhaps the flies know something I don't.
Infrequently though, and potentially just as fascinating was seeing flies that died in positions and places that just seemed so "alive." Such as one attached to the bottom of the shower curtain. Its death seems so inconsequential. As though it was going about some task and oh, it's dead.
But, I guess in the end, that's pretty much how everyone dies. Going about something (even just laying down and breathing) and oh, you're dead.

Cop-Out Sickness

I know this is another cop-out, but I'm sick, and I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, but I really did shave, and it really is kind of weird how I just fell into a rut of ALWAYS having my face scruffy in the comic.
So, I guess it kind of goes along with the comic self-awareness joke about feeling naked.

I assure you, tomorrow's strip will be a bit better (since it's actually about today) because I know what I'm going to make it about, for sure, for once.

Twice the Analyzation, Twice the Fun

I've got a bad headache, so, I might add to this 'blog entry' later, but right now... Buhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Enjoy.

As If A Drool Upon Waking

So, fortunately, this is fairly infrequent, but when I do drool in my sleep, it's often overboard... in the deep end.
There has to be a way to somehow avoid this, but I just end up falling asleep on one side, end up waking up in a puddle, then move a different way, fall back to sleep, and end up in a puddle there too.
Some days, I just have too much saliva for my own good, it seems.

Fuckindigestion

So, I've been getting bad indigestion pretty often lately. I'm not entirely sure what's causing it, but somehow, the night I ate chili right before bed, I didn't end up with particularly bad indigestion.
My body makes no sense. I swear.

Simple Day

I think I'm getting a little better at drawing people's likenesses in such a simplified form. Maybe not though. Who knows?

And, to understand why Will Smith is so funny, you have to understand Brandon's absolute obsession with him. But, also you have to understand I was really drunk.

Also, I might be an embarrassment to myself.

Nostalgia Rain

I really get overwhelming nostalgia from time to time, and this was one of those very strong moments of absolute unforgiving nostalgia. I didn't want anything more in life at that exact moment than to be on campus in Fredonia, towards evening, with the lights turning on, it down pouring, me soaking wet, and walking. It was a feeling that I mostly took for granted at the time, but I think I knew a little bit that I loved the feeling.

Early Morning Misery

Seriously, it's probably best not to even talk to me before about 10 or 11 in the morning, much less try to wake me up early.
At this point, I probably had about 4 hours of sleep, which isn't quite enough for me. I wish I weren't so damned groggy and grumpy in the morning though. It just can't be helped. I was tired all day because of getting up that early though. And I feel like I'm still tired today because of it.
No fun.