Hunter S Thompson

His recent death has depressed me greatly and I might write something about him later. For now, however, I only want to say, "Fuck you" to Dr. Gonzo. Yes, "Fuck you, Hunter." Goddamnit.
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Update 23 February 2005:

Okay... So I noticed today that I'm actually profiting off Hunter's recent death. I sold this book by Hunter. It's a sad, sad affair, I suppose. But then again, maybe it isn't. If I can revel in the ten bucks, or whatever, that I made off his death, maybe--just maybe--he's just as happy too.

Right-o.

Just write me a check...

Yeah, so I just noticed that I've actually had five orders from my Kook Wear collection, so I'm just as excited as I was when I sold my first few books a year and a half, or so, ago. I knew one of the customers, but I've no clue about the other four. I received an Email months ago from someone requesting me to place the image on a specific product and lo and behold, they bought it. Either way, it's actually a much better feeling to sell the t-shirts since it's actually my creation being bought.

I also happened to find out that I've got the Independent Film Channel and the Sundance Channel this weekend. I caught a short film entitled The Sharktank Redemption which is a brilliant pastiche of Stephen King's The Shawshank Redemption. The film--apparently released in 2000--mimics much of the narration of Shawshank. Even though I'd not seen Shawshank in over a year, I found myself rolling with laughter with every seen of Sharktank. Even more interesting is the uncanny resemblence the main character has with Morgan Freeman. I was totally baffled until I realized that the main character was his son, Alfonso Freeman! It's really the best chuckle I've had in sometime. So, if you get the Sundance Channel, check it out!

Okay, back to work...

I say, choose life (but abort the criminals, diseased, elderly and cracker farm boys)!