The Edge of the Internet

Words, words, words

Words represent ideas, emotions, concepts, beliefs, you get the idea I’m sure. Ultimately because of what they can represent they are the only things in the universe that I love unabashedly.

I don’t normally tell people that I am Dyslexic and thanks to my broken mind was forced to repeat grade three. I also had to go to a supplemental education class. The teacher there explained very kindly that there was no cure for my condition but there was a solution. A hard lesson for a child to accept that life isn’t fair, and that adversity will always taint it. The solution I was told was to read, read anything, anywhere, anytime, it didn’t matter what, it only mattered that I did it. She gave me a book, one of those choose your own adventure. I cherished her for giving me that book. Regretfully my memory is not as good as I wish it was and I’ve forgotten her name. Now you know where my love of reading comes from, also my love of RPG’s. You’re still going to see my b’s and p’s flip, my I’s and e’s switch and my lack of ability to remember numbers for longer then a nano-second.

Its not a very witty post is it? I figured it I tried for being funny all the time, or worse clever all I’d end up doing is failing to do anything, frustrate myself and quit the writing again. This is the moment where I shrug my shoulders.

Tomorrow after work Jeff and I are off to go see the Fantastic Four movie. I know I’ll loath it, it can’t be helped The FF were the first comic that I purchased. I’ve been a fan so long the little parts of my memory that works correctly is jammed packed full of useless bits of trivia about them. No comic book adaptation has worked fully for me, not even Spider man and the latest Batman, although they were damn close. If you feel like joining us and listening to me sputter and curse afterwards, we will be off work at 8pm, call Jeff’s cell to meet up or just hang out at the Tim Horton’s around 8. You know we will walk in to buy hot boiled bean juice.

More then a few months back the Burning Scorpion tried his hands at writing a comic book about vampires. It was loosely based off a few characters played by he, friends, and I. He wrote out the first chapter and despite being well received by everyone he shelved it and moved on to other things. But he left behind a world that I was playing about in. My first story was a one shot deal that I couldn’t find a voice for, my second effort only got to ten of the twenty-two pages needed for a single issue and I promised myself I would write four issues… so since I made the promise and one of the things this blog is suppose to do is prompt me to write more I’m going to start posting bits of it up here.

This is your warning to delete the link to this page and run for the safety of Kurrs’ pretty writing a few electric doors over.

Run now.