in the caves behind my house, i found a softer world.

i'm a reasonable man - i try to shower at least once every three days, i can speak in a way that is (at least) semi-understandable by most people, my handwriting, while leaving much to be desired, is legible. i have a carefully honed appreciation for music, a critical and creative eye for photography, as well as a vigourous appetite for the understanding of art. my regard of literature is the highest it has been in my life, and i am slightly drunk.

so why am i in love with joey comeau?

i draw a line - an incredibly thin line - between young talent and unjustified pretention. true, i have been known to be overly harsh; sometimes incredibly harsh, some would say. the equivalent of beating someones face into a sandbox laced with dogshit - this is a criticism i have heard of my...criticism. but, then, everyones a critic. they can say what they want.

anyway, it's fucking annoying. this guy, "joey", can do nothing wrong in my eyes. it's not my fault! i wish, oh, how i wish that i could change this. but everything he does - from a softer world, to over qualified, to his first novel, to his (not currently on sale) prints of a softer world comics, to the loose teeth publishing thing that he seems to be integral too. even his short stories, and his fucking math porn! i mean, MATH PORN, what am i doing?!? why am i just letting myself be sucked in by this prolific 'artist', when, were i at full-mast-arseholery, i would nail him to a cross of art school martyrs and burn his body with a satirical bottle of teenage angst.

i better post this before i change my mind. joey, you cunt. you better hope i don't start reading your lj, too.

(NOTE: i haven't started reading his lj yet, i promise. ok, so i read the story about his neighbours, big deal. don't stage an intervention or anything.)