Alas! It is unclogged...the HELLSING SAGA CONTINUES

This is the measure of my madness. For almost a month now I have been working on the never ending essay. At this point in time I don't know if I'll ever present it for consideration, since a bit of an economic downturn is leading me to put the idea of a Master's aside and go for a good old plain certification as a Medical Billing Specialist (choices, choices- money or fun- while there's debts to pay I'll be a happy little ho').

However, as this is therapy, I keep on writing as if it's serious business. Of course because I need no more stress in my life, I write myself into a corner... is Hellsing a reinterpretation, a continuation or a whole new approach to Bram Stoker's Dracula?

Continuation seems like the chosen path as the main character is in fact, eternal and seems to consistently fight against madness by trying to reconstruct a pattern that he is comfortable with- re-planning what he sought as a winning strategy once.

See, Alucard is kind of a hot-headed stubborn monster who doesn't like to loose. It took him a little over a hundred years to put it all in place, there's Lucy and Mina and Renfield, they just don't know it... and this is no Romantic vampire trying to redeem himself either. This is back to basics personification of the id monster unleashed, so that means that this time around everyone is in when he goes and cashes the IOU's.

The stage was perfect for my little theory and then, a complete block...DAMN IT!!!!
And here I've been until today, when all of a sudden it hit me. This is a graphic novel you twit, as much it is said in the panel as in the images...bless your heart Hirano, you bastard, keeping the character's integrity until the end even if it all "reads" other wise.

10-4 Boys and girls, I have to give shape to this, and finish it or burst.

No quote today, the video is from youtube, called Alucard's Story, not of my making, pretty cool though.

The Scarlet Letter

How do I start this without restraining to use the words FUCK and YOU in one sentence? I wouldn't be me. I don't know... Perhaps I'll try to find a little joy in my heart and turn this into a thank you letter to Ms. Ashley Todd.

Dear Miss Todd:

Thank you for making all of our lives a little better with your creativity and ever flowing well of imagination. Meaning I hope someone puts you in a straight jacket, for your own sake and sends you right away for a psychiatric evaluation...

Did you really think your 2 1/2 minutes of fame would sway the election or gain anybody's sympathy? Really? Did you even sit down and think the shameful consequence of your actions?

We find ourselves trying to prove what we are made of, amidst an election that is under the world's scrutiny, in which the both the issues and the content of the character of those involved are constantly discussed. Unfortunately in some sectors of our society, it is all walking the thin line of racial tension. Knowingly, you made up a story about a black Obama supporter, tracking you down, beating you up and carving a B on your face as if you were a piece of cattle? It is more than a shame, but I'll keep on the positives so, thanks.

Thank you. Your resolve speaks volumes about your commitment to the Republican cause and the level of respect you hold for people who differ of your point of view. I guess you got what you wanted, a personal phone call from McCain and Palin giving you emotional support in what they believed was your hour of need. That is one to tell your children about!!!

As I said you dumb witted piece of humanity: there are issues to be discussed, legitimate concerns to be raised, a country to salvage from a financial deficit that can take us all to hell in a hand basket and this is the way you leave your mark- all pun intended in case you didn't get it!!!. In the name of all of us who think the political process is a serious subject, in the name of those of us who actively and proudly take part and are willing to engage in respectful debate, Bless your plump cheek and it's bright, bold B!

The quote... There is no quote. I haven't found a quote about idiocy fitting enough. However, I must give props to my boy Nathaniel Hawthorne and to Ms. Lightshadow's Swift Prod Corner for the inspiration for this entry's title.

IS that time again in Florida....

Disclosure: I'm a Gen X voting Republican- shoot me- but before you do, pay attention to my Public Service Announcement...

It is 15 days to general election and advanced voting centers are open through the state of Florida as well as many other states through this nation.

To call this election a milestone in US history doesn't even begin to describe it. However- and it happens ALL the time- we all tend to get over excited about our hardcore affiliations, we get a kick out of turning "politico" and somehow it all ends with us forgetting to get to the polls. I would like to remind everyone who thinks voting is a right you might as well bypass- just look at certain countries around the world in which a vote is becoming more of a privilege, on it's way to be nullified. People, get going. Put your money where your mouth is.

Be it through absentee ballot, advanced voting or good old fashion Election Day, have your say. It is imperative. Hoist your colors high, drag your elephants and donkeys, put on your "Barack the Vote" or "Red State University" shirt and bring it.

"Always vote for principle, though you may vote alone, and you may cherish the sweetest reflection that your vote is never lost." John Quincy Adams

Crazy Train

Lots of stress, everywhere. This time it was dad's turn. He had an episode yesterday- stress induced angina that placed him in the hospital overnight. Fortunately, it was not a heart attack. After Mom's scare, I guess one is enough. And we must all count on the fact that unlike my delicate flower of a mother, dad is actually not make of iron. Being a man, his nature tends to high maintenance clinging to all. It was all funny, after the scare was gone, he was so much like a child. Bless the "weaker" sex, that's all I'm saying. However, daddy, this was a warning to stay away from all things leading to cardiac arrest, and that means changing habits in your diet and getting mobile!!!! I know we all tend to be fat cats, but we all need to work on it. Geeeeeeeeez, if I sound like not making much sense, it's because I'm really, really spent. My plan for yesterday night was to watch McCain and Obama make a display of magic wand solutions for the economy and ended up being a trial at the ER.

God is good, that's all I'm saying and goodnight boys and girls.

Ahhh Children of the Night Class...

I haven’t written a serious essay since my undergraduate thesis. Funny enough, the subject was, yes, you guessed it right: vampires. When the Hunter becomes Haunted: the fall of Lestat is my baby. Twenty pages of blood sweat and tears that guaranteed my graduating with honors and my winning a bet against a certain annoying, freckle ridden-red headed fellow student who almost died of disgust when I started out to write a semi dissertation on a series of books I could pick up at the local Walgreens.

Things didn’t follow the way of the scholar for me, and after trying out a couple of unsuccessful short stories, I decided to call it quits. However there is a part of me that became fascinated with the subject of my essay at an academic level that will never let me go. Sometimes I disguise it as fangirl appreciation. In sunny, happy days it is my quest for the best vampire movie ever made. In other occasions, I baffle mere mortals with obscure trivia that will guarantee winning every single question of Jeopardy in a row if the subject were: Things you didn’t know about Stoker.
And then there are days like these. It is against my will I swear. I’ll find a book that no one knows about, and I feel I need to make them notice- even if them is just me, trying to put my thoughts in order. My brain works overtime and in a discriminating manner. It throws full passages, long forgotten stanzas... it reminds me that if I really set my mind to it, I could take out that dusty MLA Citation Guideline and spin away, facing the challenge to create something original to go along with my rigid and sacred quotations.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I finally found it, the book that brought me off the shadows- or dragged me back into them. I am writing like the desperate, as if my life depended on it. I don’t know where my essay will get me. I have no idea if I’ll succeed, given the object of my affection: a Japanese graphic novel, written by an ex-hentai mangaka - not the wisest literary choices, but then, I like my diamonds in the rough.

I’m at a crossroad, and at thirty-five I might give it another chance- college, you know, it’s in my blood; all pun intended- I’ll write about vampires again, knock on their door and walk in if invited.

The quote:

"It is only when you refuse to give in with all your heart that you begin to transcend your humanity." Hellsing: Red Rose Vertigo. Dir. Umanusoke Iida. Writ. Kohta Hirano. Per. Crispin Freeman, 2001