Ok, so Rob Liefeld actually got on a message board and asked this question: Do you yell at your Liefeld comics? (wha?)

The thread went on for 30+ pages, and this is the best quote.

rob liefeld
Do You Yell at Your Liefeld comics?
Just curious.I'm wondering if some if not most of you square up your shoulders when encountering a Liefeld comic on the shelves of your local retailer and unleash spit filled diatribes fully expressing your anger.So, be honest, do you yell at your Liefeld comics? rob

Aaron_W
I roll them into a tube and have sex with them. But I still don't buy them.



Here is a perfect example of Liefeld hideousness, just because no one asked for it.

"Codependence is a disease which involves the being's emotional defense system being dysfunctional to the extent that it breaks our hearts and destroys our ability to Love and be Loved, wounds our souls by denying us access to our Self, and scrambles our minds so thoroughly that it causes our minds to become our own worst enemies."
(Codependence: The Dance of Wounded Souls)

He says i won't say no anyway, so why should he even ask first? I say he should give me the option, at least figurativly, of saying no to having people in my house. He says, they aren't just people, they are his parents. I say, they are not my parents.

Saw the new Bond last night (Casino Royale). It was a rough around the edges, tense, ego-driven Bond, but most unfortunately, a post-modern Bond with a heart, and feelings even! We are presented with a sort of What If scenario in regards to Bond's early career days in the killing business; What if Bond was really human, what if Bond fell in love, what if Bond wasn't a debonair assassin when he started out, what if we looked at Bond as what he would be if he were real - a sociopath, what if the betrayal of a single woman wiped the last of his "soul" from the slate, laying the way for the Bond that we know, the man who personifies male imperitives; the survival instinct and the instinct to spread his seed.

Bond is above this type of psychoanalysis; he is an archetype of, as one reviewer put it "fevered testosterone dreams". To delve into any kind of deeper analysis of the character is to misinterpret the meaning of his existence, and hence, to eradicate what makes him the Bond that Ian Fleming intended.

The most striking thing to me however was the lack of action. I'm not saying there wasn't ANY, but good god, a full half hour of the movie is devoted to tense stares and macho manuverings over a poker table! There were a few ridiculous albeit entertaining chase sequences, but nothing to really wow, and the torture sequence was just bizarre and uncomfortably arousing (yes, that is probably a personal problem that i should seek professional help for).

Bottom line; enjoyably stupid movie, and Daniel Craig is perfect in the role that was written for him, but this is not a Bond movie.

Just picked up the two latest issues of X-Men on a whim and found this awesome panel.

Now Playing: F.E.A.R.

I cannot freakin wait for next year; this game is my wet dream cum true.

Thanksgiving comes on Sunday to our house, and i plan to spend the 4 days between now and then getting high and sleeping a lot. I will prolly clean the house in the last hour before his parents get here.

This week could have gone a lot worse than it did, and i credit M for that. I mean we both tried hard, but he was the one who was hurt and i can't even express how grateful i am for his devotion to our relationship.

My fading obsession has emailed me a few times and i am tired of it. I wish i had never met him, never gone to M. Rocks with A, never took his hand and led him to the dance floor. That was when it started, when he began to look at me like i was the only person in the world and he wanted all of me, right now. I know i fooled myself into this mess, and i cannot seem to fool myself out, only deeper in. I am driven now to prove that he is a deceitful, lying bastard, so i can rub my mistakes in my own face even harder.

I woke up this morning at about 4:30 to M asking me if i had sex with 'that guy' and spent the next hour telling him that i did not and that i want to be with M. He found the email below and i almost lost everything, again, because of my recklessness. I don't know how i will ever make it up to him, i don't know how he will trust me again. I don't even know for sure that he will not leave me still. I am beyond despairing, and have no desire to see P again. I believe that what i did was not that bad, but i knew that it would hurt him if he knew, and now that i have, i just want to turn the clock back to Friday and start over.

He said that he would us another chance, but only one more, and i am committed twice as strongly to making it work. I am terrified that he is going to realize that he doesn't want to be with me anymore. I need his love.

right?

Anyway, i am smoking again, which was part of my plan to cauterize this obsession after having exposed it with the date on Wednesday. But if i explained in to M, he would think i was concocting elaborate ways of excusing my behavior. So now i just come off as a loser with no morals.

Something is not right, he can't be letting me off this easy. When he wakes up and thinks about it, he will surely see what a fool i played him for, and i will surely pay the price.
Will i ever learn to cherish what is important to me?
Will i ever learn not to disrespect the ones i love?