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After the noodles had been in the pot for a minute or two, I noticed a couple of little brown floaties in the water that looked sort of like rat shit. I scooped them out to find that they were tiny bugs. I looked in the pot and saw a piece of spaghetti with a dark spot in it. I fished it out and there was a bug burrowed into the middle of the noodle. Sweet. Appetite: lost. Instead of spaghetti, I had spaghetti sauce with Morningstar veggie crumbles. Mmmmmmm. But not really mmmmmmm.

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I had it in my head a few weeks back to write a little something every day here. That was a terrible idea, because it's already enough work writing and drawing something in my sketchbook every day.

I found some fucking ants in my bathroom when I cleaned yesterday. Fucking ants. Fuck you, ants. I thought I got them all, but I returned home from practice this evening and saw a line of them marching out of my sink, which I promptly filled with water. I then proceeded with attempted ant genocide. As long as they don't make it to my bed, things aren't that bad.

Fuck working on Saturdays. G'night!

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Holy fucking shit, this movie was goddamned amazing. I feel pretty confident that this is my favorite horror film of the last ten years. Granted, there haven't been very many outstanding ones, but this one got me. This one has it. How is it that I'm saying that about a PG-13 film? I don't know, but Sam Raimi definitely raised the bar.

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I'm hard at work on a new batch of material for The Monk, only "hard at work" doesn't sound right at all, having written the music for only one or two songs. The thing is, I'm shooting for this album to have more of a standard death metal sound, while still keeping the songs under two minutes, and it's proving difficult to combine those two things, for me.

Vigilance!

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Now, I'm not one to get all giddy and weird about talking to people in bands I like. I understand that they are human beings, just like I am. That being said, this email reply I got from Chris (in Propagandhi) made my day.

hey jeff, thanks for the email! it was great playing with you guys. to be honest...it was great to hear you guys tear it up. good job. hopefully we cross paths again. cheers man.

chris

It's not every day someone that I highly respect as a songwriter tells me that they enjoy the music I write, so I was pretty stoked about it.

Edit: Some of the quote has been left out because, well, it wasn't an email to the general public. No, that doesn't mean Chris was hitting on me.

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Man, what a great weekend this was. I'm quite satisfied.

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It's a good thing I didn't have to wake up early for anything.

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I think I've grown addicted to coffee. AT LEAST IT'S NOT ENERGY DRINKS...!

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I really need to start playing catch-up on posting panels and on getting the monthly out. May is almost over and I haven't printed the April issue yet. Can't let this happen again!

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My left wrist is getting weaker every year. It's kinda screwy right now. It's gonna suck if something bad happens to it.

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I haven't been posting because I've been spending my time getting these samples ready, sleeping, working, and seeing Terminator. Even now, I have another panel to post, but I was just posting this one to kill time while I waited for the Royal Monsters intro stuff I've been working on to transfer to my phone so I can head to practice (right now) with them!

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Right now, I'm watching an episode of Tales From the Darkside written by Harlan Ellison and starring Kareem Abdul-Jabbar playing a d'jinn and saying things like, "May the sweat of a thousand monkeys pollute your wretched veins!"

I was thinking earlier today about what some people must think of me. It was sort fairly humorous.

Edit: I just found out that I got a view from someone searching for Jenna Jameson, which means that someone was probably masturbating when they looked at my comic for less than one second. Which is awesome. Someone masturbated to my comic.

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Now that I'm trying so hard to be on time to work, it feels like I don't have the time for anything else. Like, right now, it's just after midnight. I want to read, but I have to get in bed. It's not really a complaint as much as an observation. "Yeah, well who the hell are you, Isaac fuckin' Newton?"

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Dark City has gotta be one of the best sci-fi films of all time.

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It wasn't a non-sequitur when Joe said it, but I think it works better as one, so it is now!

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It's now Monday, and I'm posting a panel from Friday. You have my mom to thank for this, because she emailed me asking of I was still alive, since I hadn't posted in a while.

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I'm pretty not stoked on how I've been waking up late all of the time and pissing people off as a result. Not only that, but I'm losing money. Get your head out of your ass and make a serious effort, Jeff.

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Seriously. I don't have any time in my life anymore.

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It's a good thing I'm starting to be able to see this tattoo getting lighter, because the healing process is extremely annoying.

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Way too much internetting today.

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Note carefully how badly I botched the date on this one.

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Usually, I just pop blisters when I get them. Unfortunately, the ladies at Imaj said not to do that, so dealing with having two massive blisters in the crook of my elbow has made me want to kill, especially when I lay down to sleep. You can imagine what a gigantic relief it was to have one of these puppies finally drain.

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I'm so fucking happy that one of these blisters finally popped. It sort of makes me feel like I should intentionally pop the other one, because one is already popped, but I really don't want to do this unnaturally (says the guy who just got his arm shot with a fucking laser).

We were all up until at least 5AM, and in classic Jeff fashion (Jeffashion? No.), I didn't fall asleep until after six, which worked out since we all got up at about 10:30. Those dudes were all awesome, and we smoked a bunch of weed. I never get high when I wake up, but since there was someone in my room, loading a bowl, it seemed like a good idea to have a "wake 'n' bake" today.

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I'm really tired, but I feel like I need to go into this a little more, just to get it out there, and to get it off my chest.

This fella tells me his name is also Jeffrey Owens, he is also thirty, and he also plays music. He says he lives in California, but he calls me from a Florida phone number. (Maybe he recently moved. Who knows?) He tells me that he flew out to London to meet this friend of mine. Says he flew out there to marry her. He says that, in London, if you don't have a hotel booked, or a place to stay, you get deported. (Maybe this is true. I haven't done the research. I really don't know. but I've got a good idea.) He tells me she was not there to meet him at the airport, so he got deported. He says to me that the deportation flights only land in New York. He says he had to find a way home. (Who knows? Could be true.) He says a few contradictory things.

Let's not forget, he lifted my phone number from a message I had sent to her. No matter what, he took my phone number from a MySpace message meant for someone else, and actually had the balls to call me to try to tell me he isn't crazy, and that she is. The guy who got my number. By reading someone else's messages. Says he's not crazy. And he calls me "bro".

Jesus Shit, I need sleep.

Edit: Guess what? I looked at the stats on my comic yesterday, and I have two views from Pembroke Pines, FL, which is where "Jeff Owens'" 954 area is, so if there was any question about this guy not living in California, and being a total fucking crazy-ass liar, it's safe to say that the question has been eliminated.

Here are some brutal blister photos!





More can be found on my Flickr page.

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A friend had her Twitter account hacked recently, and there were some awkward messages sent/received as a result. Just goes to show that the internet is a crazy place, and some people will do crappy things with it when they can.

These blisters are fucking awesome (looking). I will upload photos of them tomorrow or Friday, when it is not about 3AM and I don't have to wake up in 6 or 7 hours.

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Pygmy is one of the most bizarre novels I have ever read, and it's also one of the best novels I've ever read. I had faith in Chuck to be able to pull this book off from the second I realized how it was written, but the further I get into it, the more surprised I am by just how well he does it. I recommend Alan Moore's Voice of the Fire to anyone who enjoys the alternative approach to Pygmy.

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Yesterday was a really good day. Today was a really good day. Good things are supposed to come in threes, so tomorrow is obligated to be a really good day. I am assuming this all means I will be dying on Wednesday.

One Year Ago Today: NIN "The Slip" came out. (These are the benefits of keeping a sketch journal.)

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This whole Tim Armstrong thing has my mind blown. I grew up listening to Rancid and Operation Ivy. Tim's music is connected to so many parts of my past, and has meant so many different things to me at so many different times. To hear that he had any interest at all in one of my bands was a bit surreal. Even now, sixteen hours later, I'm a bit perplexed, amazed, and excited.

I'm also really happy with that rose drawing.

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Sometimes, it's hard fr me to accept the fact that I actually like the X-Men. I used to hate them, and wolverine most of all. My changes in attitude toward the X-Men could possibly reflect mental changes, in general.

This is getting too philosophical. Goodnight, moon.

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