I started this website at a time of creative renewal. Approaching the end of college, I realized I wasn’t happy in the career path I had pursued. I seriously came to dread a lifetime of tedious corporate office work, the type of work that really does kill your soul. I had just recently started writing seriously (and better) again, and during this time I also became more inspired in my drawing. “Goddamnit,” I said, and became resolute to not going to let my talents disappear into the farty night.

So with the help of a friend I registered this domain and began to plan out the future of Thrillerverse.com. At my most optimistic, I had visions of a new weird comedy juggernaut: a dedicated platform for that type of humor and creative works that is best typified by the Thrillerverse (another dimension of confusion and flatulence that I swear exists). At a more realistic level, I wanted a branded platform to post and share my creative “slices”, as I put it, on the Internet. This included everything from short stories and drawings to funny pictures and YouTube videos. Maybe, I thought, I could even get others to join in eventually, or maybe I’d get noticed, and really get the ball rolling on a writing or creative career (this happened, sort of!).

Months and months later I actually got around to posting things. Some good stuff, some great stuff. After my graduation, I had ample time to write and draw and post it all, but (as regular readers might have gleamed) my own unemployment was a distraction, not a vacation. Even though I wanted to spurn the unrewarding corporate world, I felt betrayed that it would reject me, especially after all the time I had spent interning and networking. The last “Tips for the Unemployed” I drew and almost wrote I deemed too depressing to be published. It involved breaking all your mirrors so you couldn’t see what you were or even what you wanted to be.

During this time my own theories on what blogging fluctuated rampantly as well. I wanted Thrillerverse to be all original creative stuff – not just re-postings or “check this out” kind of blogging. I also wanted to keep a weird science-fiction vibe going, most realized in the few “Tales from the Thrillerverse” covers I created. But for the sake of content I often found myself writing what came easy: about media, pop culture occurrences and so on. I tried to look this all from a bigger, or at least different angle (sometimes successfully, as in the iTunes deletion project) in order to prevent it from just being another “pop blog”. I thought (and still think) that pop blogging is too easy – just commenting on or re-posting created or actual culture, gossip, news, whatever, isn’t the same as creating something and is a prime example of the diminishing returns of the Internet age.

But I digress. Here I am at the present, employed (for now) and curious at the future, not frustrated. And, most importantly, I’m going to loosen myself and this site up and just post shit (any old shit) I think is cool. Also, going along with the Internet’s creed of “quantity vs quality”, I’m going to just post way more stuff I write. This means that if I want to make a top 10 list of my favorite movies, god damn, I’m going to make a top 10 list of my favorite movies.

And I’m going to proof-read more, yes, but not that much more! HA!

Merry Christmas!

I’ve got a cold for the first time in about a year. But today’s sick day is a curious proposition: I’m an unemployed college graduate who hasn’t had a day of work or school in five months, yet I am still compelled to enjoy the opportunity to “take a day off”. Since I don’t have to miss anything I don’t have to feel guilty about staying home. And since I usually am at home, but now I am actually sick, I don’t have to feel guilty about sleeping late and sitting around all Tuesday. It’s a perfect storm of smelly and lazy!

7:00 – Woke up. Sent email to my mom saying that I won’t be able to come in to work today. Fell out of chair laughing.

10:10 – Woke up again.

10:30 – Drank a glass of 1/2 milk, 1/2 orange juice, put some green peas in it – or as I call it, “Campbell’s Chunky Breakfast”

11:40 – Dozed off, had dreams of watching How I Met Your Mother episodes and being mildly disappointed. Or were they dreams…

12:00 – Went to Grocery store in a haze, get home only to realize I had spent $40 on 2 oranges and Bac-Os. That’s a lot of oranges.

1:15 – Ate toast, sprinkled Emergen-C packets over butter

3:05 – Saw a weird episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation I hadn’t seen before. Everyone was wearing Noh theater masks

4:00 – Watched two episodes of the Office on Netflix instant streaming. Man I’d hate to work in an office like that

4:50 – Took a shower – hacked up a bunch of phlegm and a tiny skeleton. Fell out of the shower laughing.

One artist, Canadian-born Richard Pantsel, has established his name as one of the more talented and dangerous spray paint mural artists. While some have criticized his lack of basic technique, others have cited his relentless appetite for destruction to be indicative of a zealous disregard for established forms. Regardless of your personal opinion, Pantsel is a wanted criminal.

International watch groups have stated that Pantsel’s work has drawn the attention of numerous dictators and warlords, who hope to use his art to harness the power of the Thrillerverse for their own personal gain. These groups also claim Pantsel is complicit and eager to sell his work and “rain down the black fire” onto his critics.

“If old people want to get better they’ll have to look their future right in the eye,” says Pantsel:

A new Pantsel mural can remove the light from any room or town:

3-D techniques to reach right into your bedroom:

Pantsel demonstrates his plans for you: