The Blues

Whenever I tell people that I like the Blues (italicized so you know how you have to say it, the Bluuues) they usually don't believe me. I can't really blame them. If somebody told me they liked the Blues I'd think they were full of shit. It sounds like one of those stupid pithy things you drop in conversations to give the appearance that you posses depth and character. Even people who have known me for a while probably think I'm full of it. And why wouldn't they?

Why would anyone go out of their way to listen to the blues? Even Blues singers don't seem to enjoy the Blues. The music just seems so... dark, melancholic, brooding even. But this is a common misconception. The Blues are about what you do to get over your angst, not about revelling in it. Your woman done you wrong, so you shoot her. Your landlord kicked you out so you go drinking. Your woman landlord kicked you out and done you wrong so, well obviously, you go drinking and later shoot her. See the Blues represent a problem solving tool. Just one path to a conclusion.

Rock- She wronged you, a while ago. Like a long time ago and it was the summer or during high school or you have to get back to college, so you wrote this song.
Rap- She wronged you, but you don't need her anyways. Plenty of women in line, unless she was "theone", in that case, you are very sorry.
Country- She wronged you, your truck wronged you, your dog has wronged you, but thank god your an American.
Pop- She/He/They wronged you, but you're doing good and they aren't so dance or something.
Classical- You are a well adjusted individual, enjoy that issue of The New Yorker and your glass of wine.

What are you gonna do? Bah dum ba dum. Get out your gun. Bah dum ba dum.


P.S. Doesn't seem like "Theone" should be a word? When we say it like that everyone knows what we're talking about right?

The Stupid Things People Say

I fucking hate this job. Not only does it suck but some of the people in my building are starting to really get on my nerves.

I think a lot of people know about the break up. Nobody comes out and says it they just ask how my weekend or day was, alot. What a fucking annoying question. Terrible I want to say, but that's pretty emo. I'll never get over this. It will sit like a chip on my shoulder. For a year I bet. How much money is your 23 year worth, if you could sell it I mean, to an old person. A lot I bet. 

This is all worthless. A writer asked me today if I at least do any drugs, I said no because I don't. He recommended it. Seems pretty expensive I said. He said it wasn't too expensive. I make $9 an hour I mentioned. That shut him up.

I want to say that I was blindsided, but I don't think I was. It was fair, I should have seen it coming. I'm just disappointed I can't stop thinking about it.

Meh

Hey. I'm at work, killing myself. Soooo bored.

The Barista has Moved

I moved the Barista to thebaristacomic.blogspot.com.

Updates

I'm going to try and update the comic every thursday. Is that too slow? I don't think a lot of people are readying it anyways so it should be fine.

Episode 2

The Webcomic

So below is my first stab at webcomictry. The characters are loosely based on a couple of people I know. The action is kinda stiff but it will loosen up as I become more familiar with paint.net.