I've lately been reading lots of comics, I mean lots. Each otf them has some serious story to it, making it all the better read for me, because I don;t really like the kind of story that just lays it all out on a table. It's gotta be jumpy or extremely in depth, like the oh so classic Watchmen.
But I've taken to reading lesser known comics and some very good classics, I'll give the rundown and my reviews.
The Filth is a rather expansive story about a man who had left a group of people known as The Hand because of what he had to do. Now his duties were often to be the "clean up crew" for the world. He was part of a special team, in which he was then pitted against various adversaries to deal with, though not just your average run-of-the-mill villain, but he would go against these sick deviants with horrid intentions. It was really weird, seeing how graphic and blatant that The Filth could become in certain parts, but it really set the expansive mood, showing that what people might do in there spare time, might be a bit more than just speculation.
Total A+ read for me, it had me at hello, when he went on his first trip to his last one. Wonderful writing and a good graphic storyline.
Now, who doesn;t know the story of John Constantine these days? Very few don;t know who he is, but that's only because of the film Constantine in which John Constantine was portrayed by the famous Keanu Reeves. This wasn;t the best choice admittedly, since Mr. Reeves is a terrible actor, and quite unfit for the part, but the movie was alright, despite. The real story of John Constantine is many times better, with much more depth and feeling to it. Hellblazer is still continuing, and is very popular among nerds like me.
I love Constantine, he is one of my favorite comic book characters as of reading the comics.
Last one for now,
Y: The Last Man
An interesting take of the "last man on Earth" situation, since in this comic, the protaganist really is the last man on Earth, literally. Among the worlds female population, the last man on earth, Yorick Brown, emerges onto the hell which has become the world. And all he wants is to find his girlfriend. Yorick gets roped up into actiuons that move to fast for him and he is sent all across the world to try and save humanity. No, not by fornication, but by clones.
A great take on one of my favorite questions (what it would be like to be the only man on earth) and it really delivers in material. Brian K. Vaughn is a genius in telling this story.
I'm eager to get my hands on more good material, preferably Vertigo comics, so I can get some cool mind expanding ideas. Or melt my brain in the process.
This is Matthias, rollin' out.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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Friday, July 24, 2009
I think its because I just always have this little spark to keep hauling on, nothing real special, but it makes me want to persevere. I continue this blog because I keep thinking, maybe someone will read it and agree with me, maybe someone will find it interesting, maybe someone will actually like it, but reality begs to differ.
I have been on this site for close to three months and I have three followers. Maybe its my lack spreading the word, but it's hard to do when you can't drive or go places. So, I suppose when I actually start back into school, maybe I can post things up, get hype for my blog so I can get followers, but even then, I keep wondering, what keeps me going?
I have been asked where my inspiration comes from and what first comes to mind for me is, I have inspiration? When I'm writing this I don;t know how I feel, I don;t know what I feel, I just feel. Is that inspiration? Because otherwise I'd have to chock up stupid and ironic quotes, but that's not really what I try to capture when I write this.
I don't know what fuels me, but emotions have something to do with it.
I got a friend who checks out my blogs occaisionally, tells me about how he likes them and criticism and that jazz, but he also asks, "Why do you even try?" Probably because I have so few actual readers...
This is Matthias, back in a few more.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
It may be a litle to early to for Valentine's day. but I just want to think about, well, love. Such a basic and powerful emotion of the human mind, this love. Love which shakes walls down to their cornerstones.
We have all tried and tested the thought and existence of love, no doubt, with varying results. We have all tried to fill that strange ache we have in our chests, to cope with the solitude that is thrust unto us all. Many antidotes and anecdotes have been used, Religion, Science, Work, but have any of them really made you feel whole? I mean truly, did they make you complete, make you feel lke you were something to behold? Surely it will be argued, but you know, oh you know that nothing else matters until you fill that deep void, that deep longing within you.
Love has been described as many things. As a burning ember within the soul, as a embrace of fuzzy feeling, even as described as panes of glass. But embers can die and feelings can cease and glass is fragile, but love is like the purest of matter, the truest of unbreakable bondage, which can never be severed or broken. Do you ever stop loving someone? Do you ever truly loathe the person whom you once shared intimacies with? No, life does not work in such a manner that can allow this. It is almost inhuman to truly do so, resulting in the loss of your soul, for turning all hate and letting thr deep darkness flood you wil destroy the very fathoms of your soul. Yet, maybe that's what you want?
Love is a destroyer and a creator. Well, self-explanatory, without being explicit. We all know that love has properties which truly can make ones life whole, ones life comeplete, but there is also the menacing falacies of love. Love, when buried hatchet deep into a tree trunk, seems to turn on you, seems to become your enemy. You hate the one(s) you love and isolate yourself, from where you can become something you never wanted to be in the first place alone. Such things will happen and you could survive, you could continue, but what if you can't, you will bear that open wound all your life, letting more lifeblood fall everytime it is touched upon. Yes, it will happen as such. Love is forever, but so are the deep scars it leaves.
I find myself glad, almost, that i stare up at my ceiling every night at 1 AM, thinking, "Why? Why am I the one alone? Why is there no one?" Truth is, I'm content with not being with anyone, I may be bitter for my age, I may be an extremely blunt unfunny asss who shoves his foot so far down his throat that it tickles my kideys, but hell, I'm not the one who is stuck in the rut.
I've met so many people, so many who wish they could have just not done it, but you know, I hate that. When I truly feel that I should not and believe that I cannot have such feeling, my friends are forsaking what chances they should take. My friends are taking the fact that they have true chances, that they can be more than just the person next to them, they can be the person with them, the person close to them.
And when my friends stop taking in the damned puppy love of children, of people my age, maybe they can realise that life has so few chances, life has so few times that you can make real differences. I'm going to help them as much as I truly can, counseling them to my best abilities, but I can't change them, they must be changed, maybe they might see it like me, maybe not. Life goes on.
You know, though this is already so drawn out, I read a quote a while back by a famous man whose name was Boethius. He said, "A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven." I agree 100% for you can't be alone, you can't, but allow me a fantasy, that some people, some very few, don't need someone.
This is Matthias, signing off.
Matthias feels 30, but is only half of that.
Posted by Matthias at 9:58 PM
Monday, July 6, 2009
I know its only been, whhat, two days since I last posted? Helll, it's the American weekend, so I thought I'd entreat my self to a bit more talk time.
Now, let me open by saying, I do NOT have anything against America. You can call me un-patriotic (etc, etc.), but you may not call me a terrorist. Simply because my voice is different and may contain a bit more of an unruly state, maybe sometimes prone to violence, does not mean that I believe in the ideals of using terror as a means for promotion.
Thinking on it, America does that alot and announces it as patriotism!
Alright, let me turn up System of a Down and begin my rant/rave/rant-rant.
Maybe its just my inability to settle in with any society, but in my opinion, America won't shut its big fat gob. Everyone in America, can't seem to get the fact that--NO GODDAMMIT NOBODY GIVES TWO FLYING SHITS ABOUT HOW GREAT YOUR COUNTRY IS. Maybe its because I'm not white, but I don;t seem to give a sod about how great America is. Sure, they've done a great many things, many of which are truly exceptional, but we all can't fall back on the past to show what we are now. I mean, by choice America has decided it is now completely different from what it once was. Well, Obama at least grasps some sort of idea of change, but I don;t think he looks to the outcome.
I think we've all heard how Obama announced that America was no longer a Judeo-Christian country. There was a lot of butthurt about that, especially from Christians, Catholics, (etc. etc.). It now causes me to take in how much more idiotics and talk of politics are now included into sermons! I mean, me! The average Churchgoer, the average believer, to know and pay attention to society. Should it not be that both thhe House of God and the House of the Senate live in two existences? We cannot combine two things which contradict and prove only the will to disrupt each other. What do we see now, though? As I stated, politics is heavily weighted in the religious houses, and religion is largely found annoying by politics.
Should either of them just done away with, we could then live a more peaceful existence. Is it too much to ask for an anti-depressant to remedy this? Before we need to to group therapy and weight loss counseling?
Great figures fought for our right to these things, fought for the things we now cast down and ignore. Take a look at the Constitution some times and all of the amendments. Read all of them. How many do you actually take advantage of? Of all the freedoms, of all the things we were given, what have you done to take advantage of this freedom? Have you spoken openly, knowing you had an opinion and that it would be important? Have you criticized the Government lately? Have you voted before? Of course, there are things you may have done, but only by taking advantage of all these things may you become true American. A true American should not be too fooled by politics, nor too aptly fooled by relgion, he/she should be able to have an even consistency of both. A true American should hate its government for its flaws but love it for what it has succeeded in. A true American should see that everyone is the same, everyone is equal and all that has happened is a system of balance. Kept in check by what we do and what we don;t do. Every American should strive to break that balance, let the everyday become an item of the past.
Too many people do not strive for these things, the people known as the mainstream media, but what can we do to let this stop? Nothing. I may be just ranting for nothing, but we truly can do nothing save for destroy our government, topple and reform every religion and then project mass amounts of genocide and gratuitous lack of action. Oh. Wait. This is happening.
God help us, World War 3, here we come,
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Today, which is also my first post for July, also considering it's the 4th, I'm gonna make a lengthy one, heh.
So, back to my point; Freedom is a gift, but gifts are given only to leave expectation. To get the 'gift' of freedom, you have to live your life completely free. Know that if you're free, then you must acknowledge that you cannot be tied down. Freedom is a gift, but it is also a curse. With freedom comes the price you must pay, the people who must suffer, the things you must go through to acquire. This may seem a cliche, but "Freedom isn't free."
The gift of freedom, isn't given of whim, or because you deserve it, it is given expectantly. Often it will be given with several items, several (un-needed and idiotic) requirements, or even guilt trippage. The worst things. It's what I affectionately call, "Catch 22." Mhm, you may know it. The Catch 22 situation is when you are left with one situation that is both good and bad and one situation that is bad and good. Honestly, it's like burning children to save the earth or burning the earth to save children. Which one is better? It's different, but hell, its free.
The curse of freedom descends to every generation, struggling teens desperate to make an image usually try to find freedom the most. To my belief, the leading cultures of every decade are always the ones trying to establish themselves, but only fell to the mainstream, so it became unoriginal, tied down. Think of the Flappers of the Roarin' 20's, it was first a few girls who decided it was cool, then it turns to be a nation-sweeping frenzy. the 30's and 40's lacked all originality and the 50's had more iconic music. 60's speak for itself, and 70's shouldn't be revisited. 80's was alright and the 90's had grunge, but that's not my point. My point is, that everything had something special and it all was exploited, like it always always is.
There always was some sort of price, but you know it's sometimes alright, it's sometimes worth it. It's always worth something.
Oh, well, I rambled far too long...
You never know the real freedom of living until come three inches from giving up living.
Well, let me update people who may be reading on my whereabouts,
I'm in South Dakota right now and am currently being a tourist. It's quite nice here and there are some great places to visit. Today, I was at the bad lands, I'll upload some. The Badlands also was responsible for my opening statement, haha, I nearly fell off the cliffs!
Well, Mattthias out, hugs and kisses, and all that cal.