Hey Appleglenn

Could you just tell folks like Duke I'm alright? I'm probably not going to be posting for a couple days, as I've got to straighten stuff out before I get the urge to jump in front of a train. this job is starting to rot me from the inside out and I need to take care of that.

sorry to call you out by name, but I know you still check here regularly.

It's gotten to the point where I can't even write or think properly, and I need to get out before it breaks me.

but I'll be okay. I have a plan.

Not feeling up to a post tonight

work was miserable today, given how much we lost to scrap, and I realized that I can't stand how racist some of the people around me there are.

or anywhere, for that matter.

I don't want to make this a political blog, but there's things I refuse to tolerate, and racism/sexism/homophobia/jingoism is chief on the list.

and yes, "is" would be the correct grammatical choice here. they're all just different names for the same parasite.

honestly thinking about giving up on screenwriting, too, and becoming a park ranger or something so I can help take care of nature and not have to deal with people as much.

here, let's put aside my discontentment, and instead have a picture of Sweetsong at Cobb's Hill.

I think tomorrow I'm going to try and write up all the sweetsong adventures I missed.

anyways, take care, Constant Readers. Always glad to see you stop by.

Alt-J live review

pic.twitter.com/bjo0q8sEFM

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 24, 2015

that was...by far one of the best concerts I've ever been to. the only contenders against it are the Foo Fighters (who went nearly 4 goddamn hours), and Godspeed You! Black Emperor (which is a memory I keep in a glass box).

holy crap though. definitely best light show, and just...the main street armory is the coolest venue ever.

Main street armory. Alt-J. This is gonna be good. pic.twitter.com/7IM6RDPb5I

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 23, 2015

anyways, if you're not into Alt-J you need to fix that.

good night, Dear reader, good night.

Going to see Alt-J

so there won't be a post tonight.

though if you're feeling randy, this might count.

don't feel randy, he doesn't like it.

An Alt-J Primer below.

working on a new MLP fic

So given that last week took IDW comic rarity's obsession with Noir and made it canon, I have no choice but to take the Rarity Detective Fic I've had kicking around in my head for a few years and actually write it out. 

The story is called "A Finder of Lost Things," and it's a sort of holmesy affair with a healthy dose of dirk gently and various genre 'cliches' to either be abused or lampshaded.

it'll be fun.

also given that I'm out of work today (I barfed in the bathroom. acid reflux is not fun, but I fixed it with tums and a plate of pierogi when I got home) I figure instead of laying around being miserable, I should lay around and be productive and miserable.

spoilers (sort of) below, but sometimes I can't help but look back at my notes and laugh.

Stillllll in a dreeeaaammmmm CAAAKEEE EAAAATERRRRRRRR

Wow, it got heavy last night, didn't it?

let's totally ruin that moment.

started playing MGS3:SNAAAKKEEEE EAAATERRR at my buddy Walter's house, and holy crap is it fun. there's all sorts of jokes I get now (such as the above one, obviously), but even better is the fact that it's built to be a bond game.

If you've got any doubts about whether to at least look into the game, let me present the main theme as my argument.

Like, just look at that. They did a motherbuckin' BOND THEME THAT'S BETTER THAN QUITE A FEW ACTUAL BOND THEMES.

also, I suck at stealth games, so it's an enjoyable experience to watch me be awful, according to the gang.

What a thrill...
With darkness and frosting through the night

What a thrill...

I'm searching and I'll bake into you

What a mess in my mouth

But you're so tasty!

I quit my diet
Not for honor, but for you
**Cake Eater**
In my time there'll be no one else
Confection, it's the way I ice to you
**Cake Eater**
I'm still in a dream, Cake Eater!

Panel Follow-up: Living with a Tantabus, Equestria LA 2015

Fair warning, this is going to be heavy stuff.

A more serious talk than usual, after the break.

Cravings will be satisfied. @VictorAppleFarm pic.twitter.com/1lAUPoSjgU

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

Wait, what do you mean we forgot applejack? pic.twitter.com/JAtl2agOnT

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

(internet here is being buggy, so more posts on saturday. tomorrow I hang with the gang, so maybe expect more pictures of fire?)

GOP debate reactions

to be honest, I'm a hardcore Green Party kind of guy, (if my endless pictures of nature haven't given me away as an environmentalist yet, nothing will), so I wasn't very interested.

that being said, reading the #gopdebate posts on twitter was endlessly more entertaining without any context.

all I got out of it were these:

It's like watching a broken animatronic at a disney park, but somehow more terrifying. https://t.co/2K2v7usEnG

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

#GOPDebate All I've learned is that Trump is a broken animatronic doll from a disney ride possessed by someone's rich racist grandpa.

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

call me up when he bursts into flame.

Day one of "The Safe Job"

Not really allowed to talk about this one either, but this time I feel like a co-conspirator, at least, instead of a sacrificial lamb.

it's also only 10 minutes from home, 2 minutes from my comic book shop of choice, and I make pretty cool stuff.

tonight's safety phrase that pays for days through the haze of a maze called malaise: "Dish Sponge."

quote it to the nearest ungulate, and see if they're in on it, too.

Last Roundup Fiasco announces their first R&B Album

It's better if you don't look.
[I know you're going to look anyway]

Sweetsong as done by AGNES GARBOWSKA

This totally makes her canon, right?

full size pic below the breakline.

NOT DEAD, JUST SICK AS A DOG

actually, any given dog is probably healthier than I have been since yesterday.

I've been pounding OJ and slept most of the past two days, so it should round out.

eat your vitamins, kids. don't be like uncle cadejo and inject them straight into your kidneys.

Man, weirdly productive blogging day.

Feels weird, man.

catching up with one of my closest friends today, and we had one of our late night "coffee and comics" binges, (minus coffee for me, because the obvious) and it led to our usual misadventures.

Walmart voyages are an experience. if you don't believe me, go into one and take a good, thorough look around the section labeled "canned meats."

I learned things today. things I can't unlearn.

Wal-mart is...an experience. Every time. pic.twitter.com/dEd5OVJ5xJ

— Cadejo, Storyteller (@CallMeCadejo) September 11, 2015

EQLA SWAG ROUNDUP

Sorry, got real for a second there. still, it's important, alright? 
thanks for sticking with me, either way. there is a reward.

THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS IT'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

CADEJO'S GOING TO COUGH UP TO HOW MUCH MONEY HE BLEW SHOW YOU ALL THE NEAT STUFF HE ACQUIRED AT EQLA.

World suicide Prevention day is today.

I...listen. today is important. REALLY important.

I...I don't know that I have it in me emotionally to talk about it, but if you're on the edge out there, please come back. I know it's bad, but there's another way. please. there always is.

Proud swagger out of the school yard 
Waiting for the world's applause 
Rebel without a conscience 
Martyr without a cause 

Static on your frequency 
Electrical storm in your veins 
Raging at unreachable glory 
Straining at invisible chains 

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge 
Staring down into a heartless sea 
Can't face life on a razor's edge 
Nothing's what you thought it would be 

All of us get lost in the darkness 
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars 
All of us do time in the gutter 
Dreamers turn to look at the cars 
Turn around and turn around and turn around 
Turn around and walk the razor's edge 
Don't turn your back 
And slam the door on me 

It's not as if this barricade 
Blocks the only road 
It's not as if you're all alone 
In wanting to explode 

Someone set a bad example 
Made surrender seem all right 
The act of a noble warrior 
Who lost the will to fight 

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge 
Staring down into a heartless sea 
Done with life on a razor's edge 
Nothing's what you thought it would be 

No hero in your tragedy 
No daring in your escape 
No salutes for your surrender 
Nothing noble in your fate 
Christ, what have you done? 

Some sort of sleep/health issue

Not entirely sure what's going on here, but...

I'm exhausted and completely short of breath. I didn't sleep last night almost at all (which I suspect was just a result of yesterday in general), and I'm having trouble keeping awake.

As a result, I'm pushing posts back again. I feel bad to do it, as I know some of you really want to know how it all went, but right now I need to get some sleep and figure out what the hell is going on.

I'll still probably be checking my twitter, if you should need to contact me or something, but until tomorrow I'm not going to be at nightlies on EQD or Base or anywhere.

hopefully it's just accumulated stress and jetlag, and not anything more serious.

EDIT: Took some decongestants and the like and I can breathe easier now, but exhaustion is still a thing.

OR NOT.

That was miserable. It was factory work, which usually I don't mind, but Christ. I felt like cattle on the way to the slaughterhouse.

So I'm not going back, I'm calling the temp agency tomorrow, and spending the rest of tomorrow writing about all the pony swag from EQLA.

today's phrase is dehumanized. D:

Day 1 of "The Hammer Job"

can't explain what that means, unfortunately, as I'm not allowed to talk about this job very much, other than the fact it's another factory assignment.

 but here I go. wish me luck, and hopefully all this bad juju I'm feeling is misplaced.

EQLA POSTS INBOUND

Hey there folks! turns out I am NOT dead, but I haven't had anything other than airplane sleep (which counts for about a 1/4 of what it should be) since sunday morning, so I'm going to smear the posts out across the week and into the weekend.

I have most of the swagpost done, as that's the easiest, and I want the day-by-day breakdown and my panel highlights to come later, as I'm still in a crazy (good, but still crazy) emotional state. I just had the best three days of my life, and I'm trying to let them settle, as well as the fact I am starting a new job tomorrow that I've got reservations about, not the least of which is that I essentially am not allowed to talk about what I will be doing as a condition of working there.

also, my phone continues to slosh further down the bullshit slip-n-slide it's been on since the day I left, so getting the photos out at the proper resolution may require a hammer.

Still, don't want to leave you hanging, so here's a few quick teasers:

Ludicrous amounts of swag. all worth it.

Horse Famous People I have met: EQLA 2015

Not so much EQLA (though it was the last leg of my flight back), so much as Sweetsong and I agree this is one of the best shots we've taken of her.

anywho, Catch you around, Constant Readers. This dog has a sleephole to dig himself.

can die happy now.

@Fyre_flye @M_A_Larson @KeatingRogers @gmberrow I met some heroes today. Proof that a life can turn around. #thankyou pic.twitter.com/UG2HrkbE9b

— Cadejo goes to EQLA (@CallMeCadejo) September 5, 2015

Safely in LA bed with AJ...the plush.

We have...arrived. #EQLADREAMING pic.twitter.com/6svpLTQG6d

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 4, 2015

Bless this solid earth

I swear. Swear. Next time I'm taking a train.

That was really bucking close.

It will actually be my ghost if you see me at EQLA, because I am actually dead of four consecutive coronaries trying to make my connection in JFK. I made it and am now actually just dead on the plane. Going to sleep instead of finishing my panel because holy jesus I can see his face who knew christ was a draft horse?

Stillness of soul in concourse B

There's no spirit in this place. Maybe--maybe when I was young, there was the bitterness of departure, the excitement of travel about to begin. When I was young, there might have been the detensioning sigh of arrival, the warmth of travels finished and the welcoming arms of home.

It all died screaming when the security gates moved up the hall, but the roar of engines spooling up for departure and the deafening screech of fears made new 300 miles away in a smoldering hole in the center of a city washed them out like a puddle before a bursting dam.

Now even the air tastes sterile. Sterile the way the bleached air is in the cabin planes. The only thing that keeps me from getting sick is the desert sun awaiting me, the thought of sand and fire and freeways, and the impossibly pretty blonde sitting across from me.

In a tide of uneventful faces, she's like a sunflower in a field of wheat. She's nearly cut from stone, she's in such good shape. And her skin matches, flawless. Eyes like clear water in sunny climes, and a look of cold determination and intelligence. Hell, she's even wearing the kind of nikes I like.

Our eyes occasionally meet in disinterest, not looking directly at each other or anything at all, just roving in boredom. Beyond the fact it's half a bored hour in an airport, and that she's so far out of my league there's galaxies between, I don't want to interfere. She's so perfect as a human in a moment, I'm afraid if I approached her she'd shatter like glass and I'd have murdered a higher stage of human. Plus, it's better just to leave her to her own story, and not ruin this moment of amazement.

She points out that someone dropped her sunglasses. Her voice is perfect.

I don't believe, almost, that she's real. She's a reflection of what I want to be, in honesty.

And there's probably someone out there that thinks I'm some stupid fucking ideal. Everyone has these moments, whether they realize or not. We witness an idea that has actually been someone else with their own life and thoughts the whole time.

It's the only break from the disgusting view of an airport made ugly.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAND BUCK MY STUPID BUCKING PHONE

Thank you, you heaping pile of crap, thank you for shitting yourself at the worst possible moment.

music and camera are now effectively useless, because my phone decided to forget what the fuck a MicroSD card is EVEN THOUGH IT WAS USING SHIT FROM IT TWENTY MINUTES AGO MOTH---


anyways, going to get a camera at bestbuy or somewhere because I am not going to EQLA without some sort of photography equipment.


fuuuck.

top kek

but, really though. SOOON.

You've suffered an awesome fate, haven't you?

3 DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

until Equestria LA. :D
so actually, what I'm here to tell you is to not expect any blogposts before or during EQLA, because I will be doing at least some of the following:
BEFORE

• Packing
• Planning
• Trying to finish my panel
• Panicking 
• Panicking about my unfinished panel
• Panicking through a practice run of the pane
• being on planes
• did we mention panicking?

DURING

• Intermittent seizures out of pure joy
• Panicking about my panel
• Doing my panel
• Panicking mid-panel
• Panicking before meeting horse celebrities
• Eating Lunch with M. A. Larson (no, really)
• Chilling with a certain Duke for a least a bit
• PONIES EVERYWHERE OSMXIASDASMGGGFHFFHFGN
• In-N-Out Burger
• Like, Twice
• Visiting a semi-distant relation who lives out there, or them visiting me, or something
• Panicking about something
• Videotaping and Photographing everything in sight
• Trying not to get drive-by signed by Larson
• Probably panicking on the flights, because I hate flying
• Horse
• So Much Horse

So, if you see a big, crazy-haired Dweeb out there by the name of Cadejo Jones, make fun of his face or something. Tell him Heavy Gauge sent you.

or, TL;DR:

Seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose

and it's startin' to flow

think I might be sinkin'

Throw me a line 

if I reach it in time

I'll meet you up there 

where the path runs straight and high