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25.6.02
SWEET BABY JESUS, NO.
Matt Shepherd 25.6.02
22.6.02
John Muir Exhibit
A perfectly beautiful word from a book of short stories I'm publishing for a friend; a senior citizen who wants to finally get this book out.
"Haar."
By context, I figured it was sort of a fog, but according to the link above, it's a type of thick, freezing fog that rolls off the sea and implies that a storm is on the rise. I'm doing the 24-Hour-Comic project today, and I think the haar might work its way into it.
Haar. Excellent.
Matt Shepherd 22.6.02
19.6.02
And you have to draw on this sadness; look into its grave and beautiful face and say slowly:
"I am alive, and I am living, and O I shall be dead"
and let sorrow wrap you in its willow arms. Your nothing is your forever, and only in the threads of the web beyond you shall you find what extends, and it is grief, it is grief, it is grief. Your sorrow shall survive you and reach beyond you; it shall touch lives in other lands; your sorrow shall be a dark monument to your life and will fill the space you once were, fill it a thousandfold and cast your life into infinite sharp-bordered shadow, harshly defined in the light of day and slipping perfectly between the black edges of night.
(sometimes you gotta get your Goth on)
NP: Bob Belden, "Black Dahlia"
Matt Shepherd 19.6.02
18.6.02
I Shall Rule This Planet
Well, I just have TONS of time, so I started a new blog for more focused ranting. I SHALL RULE THIS PLANET is my attempt to convince all of humanity that I can rock the hip-hop better than any other planetary ruling-type candidates.
Check it out!
Matt Shepherd 18.6.02
Issue 15: Part 1 of Finder: King of the Cats from Lightspeed Press
Maybe I've been focusing too hard on having a hard story to Reality:Red, the parallel-worlds story that's been running around in my head for several years now, wanting to get hooked up to an artist and turned into a comic.
I'm checking out some online issues of the über-excellent "Finder," and thinking that maybe just relaxing the story -- zooming in and out, picking up different threads around the wheel, and tying them together loosely -- might be a better approach.
It'd require a thorough re-working of the plot, but if that gets me enthusiastic and working on it again, it will be well worth it.
Matt Shepherd 18.6.02
17.6.02
TERMIUM Plus®
I
AM
BREAKFAST.
I have thrown off the shackles of mere "identity" and embraced my new self as Breakfast. I AM BREAKFAST. I may be toast, I may be cereal. I may be runny eggs. But I AM BREAKFAST. Whenever you eat a rasher of bacon scattered slapdash across a field of oatmeal, I am there. Whenever you spread huckleberry jam on an English muffin and bite deep into its golden body, I am there. Whenever you suck orange juice from a Mr. Cow mug and rejoice in its wholesome freshness, I am there.
I AM BREAKFAST. I am not limited to mundane physical form; nor am I necessarily a member of the Meat and Alternates or Bread and Cereals food groups. I am the glass of milk with that weird-ass shite powder you stir into it because you think it will help you lose weight.
It won't, by the way. I should know. I AM BREAKFAST.
I am the chocolate bar you grab at the newsstand because you want a sugar rush before that big board meeting. I am the smoke from the burned bagel that you inhale deep, wishing you had time to eat, as you rush past the crazy bagel-toasting man on speedway, pushing your moped to speeds you never dreamed of, you heartless bastard.
I AM BREAKFAST. I am the meal of kings, the most important meal of the day, What Gets You Goin'.
I AM BREAKFAST. GET CRACKING.
Matt Shepherd 17.6.02
16.6.02
Duex-Cinq-Huit: Journeys Into Obsession and Charm
Judas Priest; still kickin' time by looking at a'random other blogs. This person seems hooked on those "personality tests" all over the Internet: which Smurf are you? Which Fairy Tale character are you? Which heroin-addicted former porn star peddling coverless paperbacks on the streets of downtown San Diego are you?
Okay. I'm going to stop all this madness. Time to clean house. No, really.
Really.
Any second now.
Matt Shepherd 16.6.02
Ye gods. It's been a PHENOMENALLY unproductive Sunday, thanks to rainy weather and a very, very long jog this morning to escort The Mel to work at the Carrefour (the local mall she works at). I was tired when I got home, so I played Unreal Tournament and checked out Hostess Pie ads on seanbaby.com. Now I feel really bad about being so lazy, but as the British say, "sod it."
They probably don't really say that, actually.
Anyway, I've just spent the last half-damn-hour trying to figure out how to add the "blog this!" javascript to my Netscape bookmarks, and can't. Just can't. It won't let me. Stupid Netscape. I want to support the indie rockers of the browser world, but they have to start keeping up with the new kids if I'm not going to just switch over to IE forever and ever.
Not amen.
Anyway. Given that I give The Mel trouble (and I know you're reading this, sweetie, so you can count this as an apology) for not "giving me enough time to write and stuff" in the evenings, this is now her official Get Out Of Jail Free card the next time I start carping about not having enough time to Do My Thang. A Sunday totally blown on video games and jaw-dropping stupidity.
Well, I did put the underwear away. Right? Right?
Matt Shepherd 16.6.02
14.6.02
Head North: About Us - Matthew Shepherd
Found a living one: Matthew Shepherd, this one an actor/director/producer (like the "Reefer Madness" Matthew Shepherd, except not dead). Also some sort of internet maven.
I suppose when you search ON THE INTERNET for your own name, you'll get a disproportionately large sampling of internet-types, but it still seems, well, WEIRD. This guy sort of looks like the guy from City of Lost Children, but not as bulky.
The coolest bit is he worked for the now-defunct Stan Lee Media. STAN LEE!
Matt Shepherd 14.6.02
Google Search: matthew shepherd
It's bloody fucking eerie, doing a search on my name, how many Matthew Shepherds are dead. Dead, dead, dead.
Not only is there the Famous Gay Guy from a few years back (spelled Matthew SHEPARD, but In Death There Is No Spelling), but some ensemble actor from Reefer Madness! The Musical (no friggin' fooling) and a former Ontario cabinet minister.
There's a Matthew Shepherd internet geek somewhere in the UK, who I wrote a few weeks ago and never wrote me back, and that seems to be it. Not much else in terms of Matthew Shepherds on the Web.
Dead people and an Internet geek, and me. Ye Gods.
Matt Shepherd 14.6.02
13.6.02
Stoopid Pigeon
Sorry I haven't been writing lately; I've been working on a new drug that simulates temporal-lobe epilepsy for six to eight hours. It's meant to be taken immediately before a strong hit of heroin; inducing a perpetual sense of déjà vu within the subject and thereby extending and increasing the high. Instead of injecting the heroin, you inject it while feeling like you've already done it; instead of peaking, you peak while flashing back to a prior peak that is occuring simultaneously.
Once the new drug, called "shellshock," is off the drawing board, the plan is to synthesize it chemically with methodone and create a single-drug pathological agent that combines slight doses of heroin and methodone, and a large dose of shellshock. The prospective name for the combo drug is "Tardis," for reasons that should be obvious and if they're not, do a goddamn google search.
There is an eventual societal benefit to all of this, of course: the first is that if shellshock can be married to heroin and methodone, augmenting shellshock should also augment the déjà vu associated with a married methodone hit, making it a better drug for weaning heroin addicts. "Plain" heroin addicts on shellshocked methodone would recieve a different sort of fix that is less chemical (active ingredients of heroin) and more mental (temporal-lobe epilepsy). Weaning would therefore be easier and more effective.
The second aim of the research, which is a bit trickier, is to try to use shellshock with carefully-regimented hallucinogens to unlock psychic potential in latent psychokinetics. "Doubling" reality through simulated or stimulated temporal-lobe epilepsy while increasing the experiential aspects of mental constructions, combined with strong latent psychokinetics, may unlock limited time or space-travel abilities through the manifestation of "doubled" déjà-vu hallucinogenic projections.
But that's neither here nor there. I look forward to receiving my first test results, unless I already have. It's getting hard to tell these days.
Matt Shepherd 13.6.02
6.6.02
cowboy x people
Dammit, some son of a bitch stole the URL of my dreams.
COWBOY X!
COWBOY X!
YIPPEE!
Now that my girlfriend (the beautiful and talented Mélanie) is working more and more consistently at 8 a.m., I may start setting aside more time in the morning to write.
Or work out, or work on the house, or work on the small-press publishing thing I do from time to time, or work on the Townships webmagazine I keep discussing, or work on drawing, or work on just working in general.
Good lord.
It's a wonder I have time to eat.
Matt Shepherd 6.6.02
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