On saturday there was a movie on sbs called american splendor. never heard of it before, so i watched it. fanfuckingtastic. aha. now i'm going to try and find some copies of the magazine to explore myself. harvey pekar is its creator. nuts like me

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_Pekar

Harvey Pekar

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Harvey Pekar (born October 8, 1939 in Cleveland, Ohio) is an American underground comic book writer. His friendship with Robert Crumb led to the creation of the autobiographical comic book series American Splendor, later adapted as a movie of the same name. Crumb and Pekar became friends through their mutual love of jazz records, and Crumb became the first artist to illustrate American Splendor. The comic documents daily life in the aging neighborhoods of Pekar's native Cleveland, where Pekar worked (throughout his life, even after gaining fame) as a file clerk in a large Veterans Administration hospital...

ok the funeral was friday, i'd never seen my entire family so emotional. i got to read an excerpt from one of grandads stories that he'd written. i never knew until then that when he had his accident and went into the home he was working on 3 different books at once. he wrote stories, plays and a whole heap of stuff. the man was as good a person as you'd ever find, i guess thats where i get my attitude towards others from.

anyway, i'm sitting here, its 11.06am on the last day of 2006. listening to a happy music mix (kiss + rolling stones). discovered recently that if i put my phone near the computer screen, the screen goes all fuzzy a second before a message comes in. radiation?

nothing much happening tonight, will watch the fireworks on tv then maybe walk down to the beach and get pissed.

happy new year