I'm going insane at the moment, but not in a bitter I-hate-things way. It's a good sort of insane. At the moment, I'm going insane over a number of things in Independent Comics. I just plowed through all three volumes of Scott Pilgrim, and have determined it to be Awesome. And over the past couple of weeks, I went through the three extant volumes of Flight, and found them to be Wonderful. And I'm feeling more and more like writing, and I'm especially feeling like writing a comic, but there be two problems:

1. I can't draw, and I can't learn. Not now, anyway.
2. I don't know how to write a comic without drawing.

I tried for about a minute a while back, but was at a complete loss. One friend said just write a screenplay and go from there when I find an artist. Anyone else have any suggestions, educated or otherwise?


On an unrelated note, I wonder if I should pay more attention to the number six. Besides it being my favorite number in grade school, I was born in the month of June, and not only have all the credit cards I've ever had expired in June, so have my drivers' licenses. Beer comes in sixes (real beer) or multiples thereof (crap beer). So do Hot Dogs, brats, sausages, and other links of meat. I have 6 volumes of this one manga on my desk, 6 was the best Final Fantasy game, and the second-best Star Wars (but I thought it was the best when I was younger). There is a six in my old credit card number, 2 in my new one, and 2 in my social security number. Immediately preceding Seven, the number of perfection, Six is often taken to symbolize imperfection, incompleteness, being but one step from perfection, and the compounding of that is often taken to represent evil, as we see in the Sign of the Beast 666. But really, is it so evil to be imperfect, incomplete? We all are, in the end. That may be a thing for Christianity, that we're all tainted by evil and incomplete, but as a Humanist I have a hard time buying that. The latin word for six is Sex. That's also sort of cool. And I started this post 6 minutes ago oh my god


EDIT: I need to see a movie that kicks my fucking ass again. The last I can remember was Millennium Actress, which was a movie so good to me I got that feeling during the credits and had nothing to say but "Holy goddamn jesus fucking christ". Something with amazing visuals and an extremely touching story, bordering on or boldly embracing sappy if necessary. Big Fish did it to me. Um... Wide-eyed devastation or astonishment are also acceptable. I just need to see a real, good, movie.

Any books to recommend along that line are also entirely welcome.