Hewwo! :3c

My websites went down. I’m not sure why. I think they got Reddithugged.

It happens. I can’t tell from where yet, but, I don’t really care.

Okay, here’s the deal:


A Bad Beginning

I got an e-mail from a journalist. Later, he told me not to say that he was talking to me? I haven’t read through that e-mail fully, and I just kinda peeked, but that’s what that part seems to read as. Maybe I’m reading it wrong? I’m not naming him because that’s rude

The thing is, though, earlier, this happened:

So, that’s my shit. That’s my thing. I made the line art for that thing.

This thing:

Who the fuck drew on this?

So, I’ve explained multiple times how I made this. The fact that nobody figured out it was katakana for like 20 goddamned years is just fucking pathetic, but I wanted to point something out.

The reason nothing ever came of this from me was also two-fold, besides the heartache from it: I NEVER FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE IT LOOK ANY COOLER. So every time I try to ‘re-do’ it, I go, ‘eh you can only do so many things with circles, what the fuck?’.

Did you know that the Core symbol for She (シ) was originally going to be 女? We’ll be returning to that again. Also, it was originally going to be a heart. We’re doing that. It’s happening.

The bar code doesn’t mean anything, by the way. If I remake this (I WILL be making art like this again in the future), the bar code will mean something. Stay tuned for that or don’t!

But anyways, my shit’s on Cable News. And, again, I have this heartache over it.

Specifically what I’m writing about right now, let me get the e-mail up in front of me so I don’t commit libel: one line he says, don’t refer to his communications on social media.

Okay.

He says he’s an investigative journalist.

Okay.

Why did the investigative journalism not occur prior to this? Like, I’m not trying to get up your ass about this, I don’t really care, I think this entire thing is funny and I stand nothing to gain by even talking to him (plus he said he wanted to call me twice, and I said no twice, so he was like, okay I’ll call you Monday! no you won’t, how the fuck do you even have my phone number?), yeah he asked me to set up a time to call him.

I’m not callin’ you.

Why would I fuckin’ call you?

What the hell? I just told you twice that I don’t do that. I’m not comfortable with that.

Also, GENE PARK SCOOPED YOU BY A MONTH

What do you mean, don’t refer to your communications?

YOU JUST PUT MY CHILDHOOD ART ON TV

THIS IS NOT THE SORT OF CIRCUMSTANCE WHERE YOU GET TO ASK ME NOT TO YELL 😛


I’ve had a few days to think about this (what a wild ride! who gives a shit) and, the fuck does calling a journalist serve me? You wanna talk to me, it’s on the record, mate!

Yeah. No deal. I kept telling him, ‘no, no phone call,’ he’s like, I’M SUPER BUSY MAN! I’M REALLY FUCKING BUSY! PHONE CALL! PHONE CALL!

get outta here