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I should have been in bed hours ago, but upon discovering a box full of comics I had thought lost forever (my Sandman hardcovers! Lobo vs. the Mask! The story where Batman knocks up Ra's al Ghul's daughter! You're all here! This feels like Christmas!), I was hit with a wave of geek joy energy, and so I decided to dedicate the next hour and a half to DDR. So now it's nearly 4 in the morning, but that doesn't really matter since I don't think I'll be calling my father tomorrow. I'll spend tomorrow practicing my Vigil monologue for Leagues (if only I could decide WHICH monologue to choose!), watching DVDs, and writing my comic.

Speaking of the comic, I think I've decided I'm gonna pencil it, and Dave'll ink it. I bought a figure drawing kit from B&N, with one of those mannequin posing thingies to help with my proportions and perspective and stuff. I'll also spend a few hours copying facial expressions from the art of the master of the face, Kevin Maguire of Justice League fame. Gonna try to get back into the groove that I was kinda in back when I actually did draw.

Of course, a problem with doing an autobiographical comic is that I wonder how much like their real life counterparts I should try to draw the characters. I can't really draw them from memory, and with a good number of the more significant ones in several varying degrees of detachment from me, I can't exactly use them as models. So, I've come upon a solution: I will cast celebrities to play my characters, and google pictures of them, study THOSE pictures, and alter them according to my memory of their real-life counterpart. My cast so far:
My Father, Donald Hefner=Paul Newman circa "Road to Perdition", but more emaciated and glazed
My mother, Roberta=a skinnier Kathy Bates from "About Schmidt"
Tammy=Mena Suivari from the film "Loser" (some have also said the girl from "Ginger Snaps," but I'll see the film myself and be the judge of that)
Misty=Meg White (after seeing "Coffee and Cigarettes," wow, it's kinda creepy) with Legolas' hair
Ridgaway=Cary Elwes circa "The Princess Bride"
Dave=Guy Gardner with Tom Waits' hair. Any of the Rudes will be played by themselves, of course.

This is what I do to stave off crushing depression. It works, actually. For a while.

you worry too much, you make yourself sad...

So, THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 2 is, uh, not quite the cinematic tour de force that you might expect.

On the other hand, it does have Dennis Hopper running around with a chainsaw screaming "AH'M A-GONNA SEND 'EM BACK T'HELL!" and the film begins with Leatherface killing two 80's frat boys to the accompaniment of Oingo Boingo's "No One Lives Forever," so it wasn't a total loss. Oh Tobe Hooper, it's amazing how far you fall once you actually get a studio budget to work with. Times like this and with Star Wars when I think films might be so much better if they didn't have so much money to work with. It'd force them to think of new and innovative ways of storytelling.

League auditons are tomorrow for real, and I still haven't settled on a monologue. It'd be kinda good to figure that out. And Dad hasn't called today. Oh boy, now comes to fun part. How long will the estrangement last this time before one of us chickens out? He almost certainly will back out of his agreement to pay for my fitness club membership and personal trainer, the first session of which I had today. I feel tired but kinda ok. Plus, one of the trainers I haven't met yet is a really attractive college graduate drama major, and if that's not incentive to come back, I don't know what is. Oh Heffie, you old hornball.