I wanted to do something that stood apart from the usual superhero fare out there-- a comic about teenage heroes, but one with almost a sitcom feel to it, in which the characters spend just as much time engaging in menial domesticity as they do fighting the forces of evil. Of course, since I started writing my series, I have noted a lot of other shows have either created or adapted characters that follow a similar trend: Kim Possible, Legion of Superheroes, Teen Titans (andTeen Titans Go!), and every animated version of such classic characters as Spider-Man and The X-Men for the past twenty or so years. There is even a Trope for it: "Get Up, Go to School, Save the World, Bed".
So while I may have been fairly ahead of the curve in the inception of the idea
Gonna stop you there for a second, Sweets, but Spider-Man, one of those really popular things that you claim you were on the cutting edge for, first released back in 1962.
But no one ever told you about comic books, amirite?
After all that trouble I'm actually feeling nostalgic for the days of the old-timey computer mouse. No fuss, no, muss, no battery graveyard two to three inches deep on your workspace, no fumbling about in every cabinet and drawer you have hoping you don't have to make a four a.m. run to the store for an eight-pack of AAs and contend with some of the freaks and mutants who lurk at the checkout line newstand at that ungodly hour. All it takes is a glass of water so's you can work up enough of a loogie to wet down and lube up the little rubber ball.
As someone mentioned before, wired mouses are still a thing.
It's not a dearth of intelligence or a mental slippage or any other ignorant gibbering blah-blah my sneering elitist enemies try to purport--clearly The Other Forum has been covering Chris-Chan for so long they can't tell the difference between a learning disability and not giving a shit.
Great, so you're not retarded. You're instead living under a rock and then being surprised that we're all laughing at you for your outdated references and laughing even harder when things that any normal person has heard about fly straight over your head.
Being a hermit is its own brand of autism, Sweets.
If there's one lesson I had drilled constantly in my head at the conformity farm, its that everyone lies.. on the job, in relationships, even in the classroom.
I wanna use the Irony Police joke here regarding you constantly lying about the situation with your brother and your mom to make yourself look better, but you've admitted straight out that you've tried assaulting your brother and you've left your mom to get beaten by a bunch of thugs while you hid in the house.
So, yeah, maybe you should learn to lie more. It'd hide your reprehensible nature (maybe).
The A-State campus is pervaded by an air of "do your own thing--as long as it's our thing too". There people are constantly judging, profiling you, and fixing you with overwide grins and insincere eyes that mask deep reservoirs of boiling resentment and serious psychological issues.
Welcome to real life, Sweets. You know who also constantly judges you, profiles you, and plays up a facade while hiding their own true feelings? Employers interviewing you for a job. You're supposed to put up a good impression or get rejected or fired. If you make it blatantly obvious that you're a lazy, out-of-date shithead who holds racist ideas and ardently defends his belief to not catch up with the next fucking millennia, they're not gonna take you on because you'll be a terrible liability.
But oh no, I'm sure you'll be self-employed and Belch Dimension will be a bestseller.
It's how I lived and how I was taught... in The System.
Jon just turned 40. 40. No, this definitely evidence of a learning disability and not you not caring. In fact, over the multitude of journal entries, you've shown you care quite a bit. You want to be hip to the technology. You want to be around young people. You want to understand their references. But cognitively you are unable to. I don't think we can blame this on the autism because even CWC is able to keep up with new technology and cultural references. No, I think Sweet is mentally challenged.
No mention of the diamond. Surely with his new found wealth, he could buy his way back into ASU.
I began writing The Belch Dimension Comics back in 1991 using the most elemental of resources-- a pencil, paper, an electric typewriter which was then considered state of the art (remember that wheel of clear CorrexTape [sic] that would suck the inked letters right off the page . . .
Correcting typewriters were not "state of the art" in 1991. They were state of the art when they were introduced . . . in 1973, two years before the Giant Brain was spawned.
Correx Tape (two words) is a type of double-sided tape used to hold two surfaces in contact with each other. It has nothing to do with typewriters.
So we find two major factual errors and a misspelling before we get to the end of the first sentence of this week's festival of whining. What a surprise.
I Have an IQ of 138 wrote:
. . . they can't tell the difference between a learning disability and not giving a shit.
For someone who remains obsessed with the fantasy of staying in college for his entire life, Sweet demonstrates an astonishing hostility toward learning. It's good to know that this hostility and his resulting -- and constantly displayed -- ignorance of every topic under the sun are not the result of a learning disability. No, he just doesn't give a shit.
I Am Not a Sociopath wrote:
And then when you repeat those lies and misinformation you've been told, people act stunned, or openly mock and insult you, or fly into kill rages and want to chop your head off.
Who do we know who has actually demonstrated all of these antisocial behaviors, along with stalking, harassment, making terroristic threats and hiding an ax under his bed for the purpose of fratricide? Psychiatrists would classify Sweet's quoted comment as a classic example of projection.
I Am a Luddite With a Learning Disability wrote:
. . . computers-- primitive though they were by today's standards-- were strange Buck Rogers technology to my fellow students back then.
No. They were "strange Buck Rogers technology" to Sweet, who is incapable of understanding that he is a Very Special Snowflake, not like other people at all. Nonetheless, he insists that his ignorance is shared by all of humankind. Computer technology was common in newsrooms and college journalism departments by the late 1970s. To Sweet, a barefoot bumpkin from the Mold Kingdom, it was astonishing; to everyone else, it was commonplace.
The newsroom at Newsday in 1980, the year Sweet turned five.
I Am Not Very Observant wrote:
. . . hoping you don't have to make a four a.m. run to the store for an eight-pack of AAs and contend with some of the freaks and mutants who lurk at the checkout line newstand [sic] at that ungodly hour.
You'd expect the Bad Boy of College Journalism to know how to spell newsstand. And I'd be stunned if such a place exists in Blytheville, Arkansas. Just another of those pesky words about whose meaning he is ignorant doesn't give a shit. Sweet should also consider the possibility that he is the freakish mutant in the checkout line and that the other customers are the normal ones.
As usual, I could go on and on -- as could we all -- pointing out errors of fact and lapses in grammar, diction, usage, spelling, and logic. Instead, I think I'll go pour myself a couple of fingers of Glenmorangie.
Edit (the Glenmorangie can wait for a minute) to add:
It's a lot easier to slap your own copyright notice on the work of others than it is to retype an entire plagiarized SNL skit. This new technique will save Sweet a lot of time, possibly enough to allow him to forgo peeing in jars.
You know, Sweet, you could just buy a wired mouse. They're still quite popular and don't require batteries.
I'm not sure what "ObamaCable" specifically has to do with your remote requiring batteries. Television remotes have existed for quite some time. I will take a wild guess and say your television set probably predates Obama's first term in office. But how are you going through so many batteries for a remote? I go a year or more before I have to even think about changing mine and even then it's just 2 double AAs. And why would you have to go at 4 am to replace them? You could just get up to change it and go during a normal hour when mutants like yourself aren't standing at the newsstand.
I think my question now is were you always this learning disabled or has the mold taken its toll?
Dr. Merk - There's nothing like a Balvenie 21, but for normal-ish price ranges, I'm all about the Glenfiddich 18 lately. But the Glenmorangie is nice and drinkable. I wonder what @flossman --
Erm. What I mean to say is that I was reading back over the damn thing, and what caught my eye this time (ow!) was the post hoc ergo propter hoc bit about how the fact that there's a TV Trope for shows about saving the world in between ordinary life means that... what the hell does he think it means? I guess that he thinks he invented it. Because what was The Greatest American Hero? Extremely ordinary guy gets superpowers, uses them in a mildly funny way, repeat? (See Newsday newsroom photo above as similar proof that things happened before the lifetime of JMS.)
Also the autistic, careful abbreviations of exactly what kind of Hot Pocket and ramen he's eating. Because if he didn't record the precise flavors, all hell would break loose. So he's got to squeeze as much information as possible into that evidently tiny field for what he's eating, to the point of nigh-unreadability. Nobody tell him about Twitter, okay?
WalMart sell a corded optical mouse for $4. Four dollars, and you never have to buy batteries for it again. Also it has no mouseball to fall out or get clogged with mould.
I began writing The Belch Dimension Comics back in 1991 using the most elemental of resources-- a pencil, paper, an electric typewriter which was then considered state of the art (remember that wheel of clear CorrexTape [sic] that would suck the inked letters right off the page . . .
Correcting typewriters were not "state of the art" in 1991. They were state of the art when they were introduced . . . in 1973, two years before the Giant Brain was spawned.
I was just a little kid in then but my family definitely got a Macintosh computer with a color screen, a color inkjet printer and Internet access in 1991. I remember my parents showing it off to their friends, but it was more like showing off your new giant tv and sound system than demonstrating some strange futuristic technology.
It was definitely cool at the time but it wasn't "Buck Rogers technology" Also, what a weird reference to make.
Buck Rogers actually sort of fits because IIRC his origin story involves being knocked on the head and waking up in the 25th Century. I don't know who knocked him on the head, or whether he has in fact woken up, but his fish-out-of-water nature does kind of match the comic.
I wonder what Sweet would think of Warhammer 40K if someone told him about it? Seeing an age of high technology as "The Dark Age of Technology" would really suit him, I think. Sweet also would probably despise Tzeentch. Slaanesh may be up his alley though, and Sweet kind of dressed like a follower of Slaanesh back in half-past 1997. Although we can't deny the influence of Khorne.
Seriously though, Sweet pretty much only watches Western cartoons primarily marketed to children and conservative talk shows, I think. I doubt he'd watch a show about the progress of the human race from a mainly humanistic perspective like Star Trek.
I wonder what Sweet would think of Warhammer 40K if someone told him about it? Seeing an age of high technology as "The Dark Age of Technology" would really suit him, I think. Sweet also would probably despise Tzeentch. Slaanesh may be up his alley though, and Sweet kind of dressed like a follower of Slaanesh back in half-past 1997. Although we can't deny the influence of Khorne.
Seriously though, Sweet pretty much only watches Western cartoons primarily marketed to children and conservative talk shows, I think. I doubt he'd watch a show about the progress of the human race from a mainly humanistic perspective like Star Trek.
Dr. Merk - There's nothing like a Balvenie 21, but for normal-ish price ranges, I'm all about the Glenfiddich 18 lately. But the Glenmorangie is nice and drinkable. I wonder what @flossman
I think based @flossman would think similarly to us. I personally have the following rules I stick to: Jameson if I'm gettin drunk, Laphroaig Single Malt or similar if I want to enjoy it (25 year please). Gotta have my peat.
On topic, one thing that really annoys the shit out of me regarding Belch Dimension (and I'm POSITIVE I've espoused this opinion before) is that it has such potential! I'm serious, don't look at me like that, I'm not making a funny this time...I've always been partial to R. Crumb and Harvey Pekar, that sort of insane counter-culture madness, and with just a little polishing and a little less racism, I feel like Belchy could be seen in a similar vein.
Think about it: the comic is narrow in scope and rather myopic on the subject material, but present it all as the fevered dreams and delusions of a real life Mallard Fillmore and it would be amazing. Hell, don't even do that: just improve the art and improve a little bit of the writing, not even that much revision would be necessary, and I feel like the avant garde would eat it up. It's exactly what they're looking for: mindless and gross and thoroughly un-PC, but it appeals to that sense of "everyman" that seems to pervade the acid-laced pages of some of our favorite works.
I'm at work on a Sunday, so perhaps my thoughts are a bit scrambled on this (apologies if this post is unreadable as a result) but I truly feel like, disregarding all of his (myriad ) other flaws, his comic could actually be serviceable. Ironically, that makes me hate it even more. The fact that it reminds me of better works...it's like the distant oasis in the Sweet desert, offering not water but cool sanity.
I think based @flossman would think similarly to us. I personally have the following rules I stick to: Jameson if I'm gettin drunk, Laphroaig Single Malt or similar if I want to enjoy it (25 year please). Gotta have my peat.
On topic, one thing that really annoys the shit out of me regarding Belch Dimension (and I'm POSITIVE I've espoused this opinion before) is that it has such potential! I'm serious, don't look at me like that, I'm not making a funny this time...I've always been partial to R. Crumb and Harvey Pekar, that sort of insane counter-culture madness, and with just a little polishing and a little less racism, I feel like Belchy could be seen in a similar vein.
Think about it: the comic is narrow in scope and rather myopic on the subject material, but present it all as the fevered dreams and delusions of a real life Mallard Fillmore and it would be amazing. Hell, don't even do that: just improve the art and improve a little bit of the writing, not even that much revision would be necessary, and I feel like the avant garde would eat it up. It's exactly what they're looking for: mindless and gross and thoroughly un-PC, but it appeals to that sense of "everyman" that seems to pervade the acid-laced pages of some of our favorite works.
I'm at work on a Sunday, so perhaps my thoughts are a bit scrambled on this (apologies if this post is unreadable as a result) but I truly feel like, disregarding all of his (myriad ) other flaws, his comic could actually be serviceable. Ironically, that makes me hate it even more. The fact that it reminds me of better works...it's like the distant oasis in the Sweet desert, offering not water but cool sanity.
I agree completely. Of all of Sweet's problems that we've seen, it seems the biggest is that he simply doesn't want to improve anything on his own. The reader is supposed to take his barely-legible garbage as-is and call it brilliant. Hannity forbid he actually try and better his skills. It would give us a much clearer window into his twisted vision.
Also, can I just say that I love it when Jon calls us "elitist"? Do you know what that means in the derogatory sense? It means, "I'm angry that you're better than me."
1- So Belch Dimension was a superhero comic with a comedic tone. So it was Spider-Man, Human Torch, Booster Gold, Savage Dragon, The Tick, Blue Beetle, and the Dan Jergens Justice League. What I'm saying is that this isn't an original concept.
2- As mentioned mouses with cables still exist you big dummy. If you didn't run a old ass computer maybe you could buy one.
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I'm also not very on top of pop culture-- the first time I heard the word "Kardashian" I thought it was what you called people from some obscure breakaway country from the former Soviet Union, maybe somewhere up near the former Yugoslavia (yes, I was surprised to learn that's gone too!)
Not only is he behind on pop culture but he's also behind on basic geography. His out of date view on pretty much everything makes more and more sense.
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There people are constantly judging, profiling you, and fixing you with overwide grins and insincere eyes that mask deep reservoirs of boiling resentment and serious psychological issues.
