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2010! It's nearly over.

It had some shaky moments, like where my house flooded and I spent some months in a deep depression but I seem to have gotten out of that.

It's also the year I rediscovered a passion for reading. I used to be the kid that the teachers had to take books away from, because I'd found some new ingenious way to read them instead of working. However, the past few years I'd read maybe three books a year. I kept buying them, with the intention of reading later, but never seemed to get around to it.

Right during the flood I was at my cousin's house taking care of her children in another city. So while coping with the updates of what was going on at home, I made an impulse purchase. A sony pocket e-reader. WELL. I don't know if it was just my love of playing with my new gizmo, but I made sure to use it a lot. And suddenly I was reading books all the time. It really helped.

I don't know if I'll stop again in the future, but for now it's wonderful having an interest in things again. I'm also watching movies again, because that's nice too.

Other things I've worked on this year: Cleaning up my language. I don't use whore as an insult (I used it to mean idiot, but frankly any insult that you need to know someone to know what they mean isn't a good insult), and I worked at getting a lot of ablelist and sexist insults out of how I spoke. I clean more often. I cook more often. I buy less stuff. I face human beings more. I've worked more on not being ashamed of schizophrenia (If people think I'm going to flip out and kill them like on tv, there's not much I can do about that). I've learned to summon unicorns to fight my enemies.

The usual self-improvement stuff.

I've also written more, as you guys have seen.

Right now I'm puzzling over a yuletide treat I want to do someone, but I have to read a lot of comics before I can even start.

Life, so hard.

Happy holidays!*


*my first volley on my war on christmas

Les Elder Gods sont fou!

So. I'm reading Tintin in Tibet, and other Tintin comics, for research for something. I loves me some Tintin.

But sometimes the translators do take me aback...



It has since been explained to me what that really means. It led to a discussion about Asterix with Ann, which led to the telling of the tale known as The Time Asterix The Gaul Rescued Me From Unspeakable Evil.

Our scene: It's the nineties. I'm still a TinyJohn. Mom liked to take me to this little hole in the wall movie rental place. It had two rooms in the back. One, the kids movie section, was done up like a pretty princess room. I loved it. Beside it, the 'no one under fourteen allowed to enter' sign, was the horror room.

One day I decided to poke my head into the horror room.

What I saw was this: A cardboard stand of Chucky, the evil doll, with a huge pair of scissors. He was about to cut off the head of a scared Jack in the Box.

Well, from that day I would not let my legs dangle anywhere I didn't know exactly what was behind them, because I was terrified Chucky was going to cut my legs off with scissors.

I've had weirder phobias. Let me tell you how I'm afraid of windshields sometime.

But I digress. How did I solve the problem of Chucky's desire to divest me of my legs? Well, I used logic, readers. Sort of.

I sat down to myself and said. What is Chucky? Chucky, I said to myself, is not real. Chucky is only from a movie. You know who else isn't real? Asterix. You know who would totally rescue me from that asshole Chucky? Asterix. So it was decided in my tiny mind that if Chucky did get at me, well... Asterix would beat the crap out of him.

It worked.

And that was storytime with John.

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My next batch of reading icons.