Fuck, Mike Wieringo is dead. Truly horrible, he passed away far too young and was probably one of my favorite comic artists of all time. I wish his family well in this terrible time. Just really sad that I’ll never be able to check his blog daily for some new wonderful artwork.
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If you would like to know what my co-workers and my roommate sound like–they sound like this from Warren Ellis’s Crooked Little Vein:
“The cabbie was white and extremely proud of it. He was of the opinion that he was the Last White Cabbie in New York City, in fact, because of all of the other were fucken monkeys who got off the fucken boat and the fucken city said welcome to fucken America oh and have a fucken taxi driver medallion while you’re fucken at it you fucken monkey you.”
As you can imagine, I can barely stand it. These people also like to trail off at the end of sentences uttering, ”Fucken…” without any subject. My parents give me a hard time for swearing; and my mother wants me to try to keep up with what I was up to during Lent, giving up swearing, but it seems like I’m back to my old potty mouth but at least I don’t sound like a retard.
