Mmm…cake.

Anyways, I never got to announce the true end of MyLifeComics, but yeah…it’s over.Sorry, kids. I’m rebranding my journal comics over at These Sweet Memories. If you were a fan of what I did here, please continue to follow the adventures of my sometimes boring, sometimes not-so-boring life over there. And tell everybody you know; it’s hard starting out fresh all over again. Link, link, link is as follows:

http://thesesweetmemories.wordpress.com/

Paul, out!

There’s more thingies that could be added here, but…uh, I ran out of paper.

Two months left to live in the bachelorhood (see, that’s funny cause it’s almost sounds like living in the neighborhood), but really all that means to me is two months left until Tara time. It’s going to go fast and slow and crazy wild. Wish us luck!

Leave what you know now
Put those feelings underground
Fill your heart with strange new sound
- “Adventure Guide” by Lima (from BROTHERSISTER)

I have now watched the LOST series finale twice, and I have to say that, overall, I am satisfied with its ending. But only because I am adding my own ending details to it. Spoilers ahead, but I’m sure you all knew that anyway.

See, I get what they did. They pulled the rug out from under us one last time, showing us an alternate universe for an entire season that was not so much alternate as it was imaginary. They are dead. They all died. It was going to happen anyway, given time and all, and we’re given a glimpse of them all finally coming together, one last hurrah, to move on elsewhere. It’s emotionally satisfying in that love and peace and friendship is what they wanted most, and they found that on the island, together, each in their own way.

My theory is simple. Jacob, as protector of the island, had powers. He gave Richard immortality, he traveled off the island to touch each of his candidates, thus ensuring their safety until Oceanic 815 crashed. Jacob’s mother also had powers. And if Jack had lasted a bit longer, I’m sure he would’ve discovered some too. This brings me to Hurley. He was told to do what he has always done: take care of people. And Hurley is no Jacob, with Ben passing along the idea that maybe there’s a different way to run things. So my idea is this, and this is why I’m okay with everything; Hurley used his powers as the island’s protector to give all his friends this shared sub-conscious world to live in after death before moving on.

Did I want more plot answers than people answers? Sure. What was up with the Dharma Initiative, and why were they so interested in kidnapping children? Why were some people in the church and not others? Penny was there, but she wasn’t an Oceanic crasher. So why wasn’t Miles and Lepidus there, or Faraday and Charlotte? How did Kate’s horse get on the island if the Smoke Monster could only take the form of the locally dead? Were the numbers really cursed or just ironic and things to be caught by hardcore viewers? Was the sickness real or just Smokey infecting people’s minds?

I could go on…

But it’s over. There’s no more chances, no more hints. It is going to be weird tonight to not watch a new episode, to not get a wee bit closer to unraveling one of TV’s greatest mysteries. Sigh.

But thanks for everything, LOST. I’ll see you in another life.

Obviously, DMV stands for demons missing voices.

The only things she said to me during the entire process were as follows: “Forty-three!” and “Wait over there!”

But all in all, despite everyone working there professionally scowling and not saying many words, it wasn’t too bad. I got my driver’s license renewed and updated the photo since the previous one was from eight years ago. In the new pic, my chin is much bigger. Oh well. Won’t have to go back for four years, and when I do…I think I’ll save my warm greetings for someone who deserves it.

This probably won’t work out
We might not live forever
While there’s nothing to confess
Please pay attention
- “New Hampshire” by Matt Pond PA

True story.

So yeah, this weekend was all bout NYC. First, I accompanied Tara to Drink and Draw Like a Lady…at least until the event started. Then I had to go find a way to occupy myself safely for a couple hours. I mostly sat on a bench and people-watched, but I also drank a lot of coffee at a small-yet-cozy diner.

Then the next day we returned to the city to hit up MoCCA. What a totally fun and rockin’ con! Definitely more up my alley than big boy Comic-Con ever was. Lots of zines and indies artists and just an overwhelming sense of art love. Got to see and meet a whole slew of great comic artists such as Pranas T. Naujokaitis, Box Brown, Hope Larson, Raina Telgemeier, Lucy Knisley, and plenty more! Got plenty to read, for sure.

For a more accurate account of the day, check out Tara‘s journal comic: http://gingercurls.wordpress.com/2010/04/11/mocca-2010/

Now you know that you are real
Show your friends that you and me
Belong to the same world
Turned on to the same word
- “Have You Heard” by The Moody Blues