"My Virginity For a Lightsaber" and other bardic phrases!

Wow. What a week so far! I have been busy!

Right now, at this moment, I stay up too late before work tomorrow as I have been off for the past two days. In the back of my mind I suspect I am being "punished" for breaking a table at work.. a leg that was already split and was obviously so because of the glue on the outside of it's antique "table of my grandmother" goodness. Still I could have moved it differently I guess, and mayhap I should know better, but I have moved tables like that all the time with no issue. So who knows with the shadowy recesses of my boss' mind? What difference would it make anyway? I bought comics!

So far this has been a big week of closure I think. I had a bunch of experiences. There was a wedding that went nice, I had an odd incident in Ann Arbor, I went dancing last Thurs and was quite surprised by it's turnout. I have been caring for this kitten and things have blended. I was painting last night and researching writing techniques in order to hopefully put a proper story together for a possible comic book.

I was jamming to songs and they did not hurt to hear.. I found I may be able to play Phil Collins' "That's All" on the harmonica... it's sketchy but there. Not quite as good as my "Heart of Gold" by Neil Young though.

I have been in a better place as of late, but the Ann Arbor incident has me thinking... I have been questioning my artistic place lately. What is my art really about? I mean I draw, I paint, and I love this or that, but why? A long while ago I decried my art because I felt all I was doing was peddling illusions. Nothing real. Nothing solid to give anyone. Only half truths and nothing that could be proven.

Right now I would completely disagree with the validity of that statement. I was basically slapped in the face about how my philosophies and the stories and terms I use to illustrate them were only so much useless fluff in a world where "real" issues exist.

This has me thinking. What I say and what I know IS REAL. Sure I cloak it in dragons, ninjas, robot monkeys, and how awesome my pants are! You know why? A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down! Did you know that the tenants of the Jedi Code are IN FACT a good way to live? That if more people followed the philosophies and concepts of The Force that our world would not just be some commercialistic bucket of lame, but a place of genuine mutual respect and harmony? Think about it!

Emotion, yet peace.
Ignorance, yet knowledge.
Passion, yet serenity.
Chaos, yet harmony.
Death, yet the Force.

I could have used the "revised" version of the Jedi Code where it says: "there is no emotion, there is peace etc...", but I feel it does not accurately relfect or respect the choices people make about life the universe and everything. It denys and does not acknowledge the existence of the Dark Side. The listed version says, no matter what, you have a choice!

So here's my deal, this shite does not exist, never existed, and the closest thing to it that does exist in "reality" is the tenants of Bushido, the code of the Samurai, and Zen. All this was implemented by the imagination of some wanky dude that later raped Indiana Jones ("South Park" speaks truth too!). Imagination! Story Telling! This shit ain't real? Why don't we ask the college professors that use it in school to teach? Why don't we ask everyone it's touched? Why don't we ask the multitudes of fanboys out there who would give their virginity for a lightsaber!

Dammit tell me what's real and what ain't!

So Ann Arbor hit me hard, but it cleared me up a little. I know what I offer with stories, and I know what I bring to the table. You may not like the bard in the party, but he's what tells everyone what you did.