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MYSTERIES AND MYSPACE POSES

So who the fuck am I? What the fuck is this all about? How many times can I use ‘fuck’ pointlessly in a paragraph?

Basically, I’m me. You’re you. If you’re confused by this point, come down off the collective consciousness and exist individually for a second. It’ll help everyone, I assure you.

So my name is Aaron. A nice enough name, I suppose.  Unique enough that I tend to hear it when someone speaks it, but not uncommon enough for me to get away with ignoring hearing it. But it was a real fucker in high school when bastard teachers decided to start making us do presentations in alphabetical order. By first name. Who the fuck does that? Public education, you get what you pay for.

And the last name is Leahy. Now that one’s a bitch. It’s Irish or some shit, but these days everyone on the planet has Irish heritage, so it’s not exactly a selling point. It’s also a name that seems to render confusion and terror into the name of Australians everywhere. I’ve had it all. Leaky? Lakey? Leahley? Layley? Leakley? Lay? Lake? And even when they do finally put together the right sequence of letters, they still pronounce it wrong. For those that want to know, it’s the American pronunciation, so it’s LAY-HE, which given the historical precedent of people having last names corresponding to careers, leads me to believe I come from a long line of serviceable if hairy prostitutes.

So what do I do? A bit of everything. Some things better than others. I like to think I’m a creative person, but then I also like to think I’m pleasant and handsome, which I assure you some people will spend way too much energy and resources to inform you that it’s just not fucking true. I like to write, which for me is more daydreaming with a computer in hand inbetween trips to the toilet and separating fighting cats (of which there are four.) I’m currently unemployed, but certainly not from a lack of trying, so when I’m not writing creatively I’m writing applications and cover letters and all sorts of dry things which involve far less ‘people punching each other’ than I think they really need.

I’m a comic book nerd. Which is strange, considering I didn’t grow up on them, so I don’t really have the nostalgic urges that seem to fuel the traditional comic book reader. I’d always been interested in them, sure, but for me it was just a matter of practicality – New Zealand and Australia aren’t exactly prime sales markets for publishers, so to find comic books on the shelves was a rare thing, and even rarer still to find them at any price a ten-year old would find reasonable. So I knew the characters, but I let my imagination tell the stories for me. Television was really my thing growing up – Thunderbirds, Transformers, various badly dubbed animes in the days before they disappeared up their collective assholes and refused to come out.

So, this blog? What is it about? This and that. Writing, mostly. My various projects and streams of consciousness. Things I find interesting or shockingly lacking in my opinion and input. Comics, art, film, whatever. I’m sure most of it will be tripe and largely vapid. Feel free to comment and abuse me. I have no idea what the update schedule will be.

So that’s basically me. And the blog.