To web, or not to comic?

So for a while, I've thought I'd like to try my hand at making a webcomic. It just seems like something that people should try to do before they die. Anyways, I got a few ideas about characters, setting, cheesy gimmicks and so forth, but should I pollute the internet with my crude drawings (not to say that I'm a good comic writer, but that my drawings, rather worse, are classifiable as "caveman-influenced") that 50% of people won't understand, 20% will be offended by, and 5% will see as religious signs and proof of my worship-worthiness? Actually, I like those odds. But what do you think?

Let's swing a mattock and strike pay dirt.

So a few things have become somewhat clearer to me lately.

One is that Mormon theology is really anticreedal, which rankles plenty of people in the classical Christian world. Or rather, critics of the Church tend to think that we hold onto obscure statements that reveal prejudices of prophets, as well as a few less-obscure ones, as creed or doctrine. Turns out this isn't true. Brigham Young had his share of wacky statements, plenty of which I disagree with, a few vehemently. Even though his fiery temperament would lead him to use rhetoric devices that usually frame prophecy and statements of doctrine ("Thus saith the Lord," etc.), only that which is found in the standard works or accepted by the Twelve and the body of the Church upon the President of the Church revealing it. So no matter what Brigham Young says after "The word of the Lord is...", if it isn't taught in the scriptures, if it isn't approved by the entire Twelve, it isn't doctrine. We don't care nearly as much about orthodoxy (with a small core of notable exceptions comprising what the missionaries teach) as we do about orthopraxy. Does it matter if I believe that God is the "master chess player," his omniscience being the result of perfect prediction rather than extensive definite foreknowledge? Does it matter if I think that the black race is inferior (which I don't), so long as I still practice charity toward them? Does it matter if I think that I'll receive a squadron of additional wives upon exaltation? Nope. The Church isn't some Orwellian construct that controls the thoughts of its members, no matter how repulsive, but it does reserve the right to discipline members based on their actions. ...What was my point? Oh yeah, creeds. Except for a relatively small number of things, nobody must believe anything in the Church. So I keep this in mind when I hear things that Brigham Young, Bruce McConkie, or even Joseph Smith said that seem contradictory to the doctrines I know: they were fallible men like the prophets and apostles of the Bible. Does this make them liars? Sure, if you mean "somebody who has lied before"; try to find two people who have never lied, intentionally or otherwise. They make mistakes, they voice opinions as fact, but that doesn't make the Church a mistake.

Also, speaking of mistakes, what happens if a couple divorces? Was the marriage a mistake from the beginning? Few people would vocalize this, but my own experience is that such an irrational belief could worm its way into the subconscious of somebody who comes from a broken home. And let's face it: irrational beliefs are the hardest ones to break, particularly if we want to condemn somebody else as being the "cause" of the precipitating event. So, in talking with somebody recently, I brought this up; and my belief was smashed by an emotionally-charged idea (in other words, an irrational solution to an irrational problem).

Was the marriage that ended in divorce a mistake from the beginning?

Then, how could the mistake be avoided? Not marrying at all? Murder?

Barring those two options, let's say that you enter into the marriage despite it being a mistake by virtue of its eventual end. You move in together and have many happy times, at least for a week (let's say it's a typical marriage in Hollywood). What if you have a child? What if you have children? Are they mistakes?

Am I a mistake?

I sure hope not.

Nintendo power!

So...I notice that some of my fellow bloggers like to write for the sake of expressing emotion, or reaching out to others, even creating a beautiful work of art.
Me, I make stupid jokes. And as of right now, upload silly images!

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I've got a weird relationship with one of my sisters. She's taking a nap on the couch as an episode of MST3000 is playing on the TV. My response to this setup? I must go quietly over, careful not to wake her up, and sit on the couch. Yes, the same couch. It just so happens that she will be an intermediary.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, if I treat you like this too(in other words, like a silly younger brother), you're not alone.

And now, commence hi-keeba!!!

Mainly I wanted to write a post for the sake of the title.

A friend of mine recently told me that life had taken a turn for the worse. Actually, several thousand turns. I don't know any of the details--I guess it has to do with a relationship--but all I could really say was "If you need a hug or, better yet, a cheesy joke, give me a jingle." Well, folks, what else can be done?

As always, "We Kill Everything"

I've decided that Chem 106 burns my soul. It pains me to complain about how hard it is when I see all these snot-nosed little punks (in other words, underclassmen) also complaining, but man. I thought I was half-done with my homework assignment when I woke up this morning, but it took an additional three hours. At least I'll regain my left-brained-ness by the end of the semester, or die trying. And when I'm done doing that, I'll refine my Olympic Nuclear Suplex technique or die trying.

New idea for an action/adventure TV show when "Cavemen" gets canceled: "VCR Nomad." I'll star, if that's okay, and I'll be a wandering VCR repairman who fights crime and teaches people in small towns about themselves. It'll be Middle America's answer to "Heroes," if I can define myself as Middle America, and perhaps it will be more of the heart than of the head. I'll travel from coast to coast, battling my demons and mysterious past. Plus I'll have a rocket launcher!!!

I think now that I have lost my respect for people's property. I'm writing on somebody else's computer, and I haven't seen that somebody in a while. Betcha can't guess who. That is, "bet you can? not guess, who." (Is it just me, or does it look like a palindrome with that punctuation?)

I told everybody at ward prayer last night that I believed the five iron I happened to be holding "grants me mystical powers." Gimmicky! I am filled with shame.

By popular request and the power of Greyskull

Been a while, eh!? I have but little time as I must go home and eating. But first, I would like to say that every time you think about cutting corners in your classes, this man frowns at you:

(Does anybody know who this person is?)

I'm happy, for you see, I've finally gotten a chance to rock out with the public. That's right, me and two friends is gonna play at a birthday party on Friday, and so long as we don't get pneumonia or bonus eruptus (a serious disease where the skeleton jumps out of the body), it'll be way awesome. I'll probably record it in some way, so that my posterity will know of my ability to lay down a solid groove.

I am the possessor of an Indiana Jones lunchbox. The fact that I've never really seen the movies doesn't deter anybody and everybody from saying "hey cool lunchbox dood!! hyuk hyuk hyuk!!" Personally, I wish they wouldn't. Is not a man greater than his lunchbox? And if we must compare the relative value of a man's possessions to the man himself, they could say "I like your stupid shirt that says 'World's Greatest Grandpa,' loser!"

Actually, they shouldn't say that either.