La Muerta de la Alma

Death is a funny thing. Funny-haha and funny-strange.

I have always seen the humor nherent in death. I believe the logic goes like this:

Life is funny.
Death is a part of life.
Death is funny.

It's such a beautifully dark concept that most only know secondhand (except my unliving readers, of course), making it impersonal enough to be safe.

Yes, I have had loved ones die. It isn't happy. Their deaths aren't funny. Death is funny, loss isn't.

We all die. It's universal. Most don't come back. The inevitable truth can be either sorrowful, or utterly hilarious. I choose the second.

I wrote Void and laughed at the conclusion. And cried. Mostly I laughed.

I read A Softer World. The one's that deal with death are the best. To quote:

Nobody wants to die;

"I miss my little girl,
I never got to say goodbye."

Oh, suck it up.

She won't live forever either.

This is both entertaining and funny. Death possesses an enticing finality.


One Bloody Thing After Another was a hilariously dark horror story.

I read Stephen King novels. They give me a warm fuzzy feeling. Cthulhu is my Elder God of choice.



My attitude towards death might be just odd. However, my love of satire and sarcasm makes me a bad person. What also may make me a bad person is my adoration of Tycho Brahe (Jerry Holkins). I idolize his writing ability. I enjoy his works, despite his penchant for profanity and comments that, to some, may be considered vulgar. But the way he commands English is beautiful.

These days, swapping a disc twice in twenty to forty hours of gameplay is apparently on par with having to perform your own tonsilectomy, using only the tiny scissors which come folded into a Swiss Army knife and a swig of bottom shelf vodka.

Is this not art?

Also, for my readers who have recently had a lobotomy, he is not the man who draws the comic. That distinction goes to Gabe. Like Tycho, Gabe is a pseudonym.


Perhaps the greatest thing about this blog is the rambling. I needn't stay on topic. If I did this in my other work, Red would probably still be on his way to the Lab, passing Green's sisters house who has a thing for maps. Yet despite her love for them, her generosity is stronger. Everyone in town has received a map from her. Some say she creates them herself, carefully sketching Kanto's coast with the practiced hand of-

Despite the (pointless) exposition it provides, who wants thirty pages of that?



I am inspired. How would you feel about a Guide to the Apocalypse? Pointless exposition could be placed there, while point-ful exposition can continue the story. It could replace the Sorrows, as Met doesn't seem to like them. They may one day resurface on Stuff of Legend.

None of the above is a promise. I type as I think.

The schedule would then be (starting Sunday)

Apocalypse-Reogan
Guide thereof-Reogan
Tales-Reogan
SOTW-Met
Thoughts-Reogan
Feature-Elphaba
Sprite Showcase-Qupar

That reminds me. I gave Qupar my Saturday post. The blog was over saturated with my work. He starts next week, after God dreams no more.