I’m weird. I’ve always known I’ve seen the world a little differently than most people and my idea of what’s funny isn’t the same as everyone else. At the same […]
I read this Buzzfeed article, which I found silly as usual, about 40 questions, from Twitter, that white folks need to answer. I decided to answer them all on Facebook, […]
I’ve wanted to write comics for a long time, and I’ve been on and off trying for ten years. However, I’ve come a cross a slew of problems while working with different people throughout my time as a comic book writer. Now, I’m not without my faults though. I’ve come a long way as not only a writer but as a comic book writer.
There was a specific moment that started me wanting to write about being an atheist. It started on Facebook, where all the worthless battles are fought. I was reading something on Jesse Ventura’s Facebook page. Now, I don’t agree with a vast majority of what this dude says, but he makes interesting points now and again, and one day, he posted a meme (a way to get your message across to dumb people who hate reading) that in a nutshell said Christians care way too much about fighting against gay marriage, but have no problem getting divorced, which was supposedly something Jesus was against.
In part one of this piece, I rambled on quite a bit about my first moments with skepticism, which led to becoming an atheist, the things I’ve had to hear coworkers talk about in the workplace, and I ended on fanaticism being dangerous, no matter what you believe in. There is no real cohesiveness to all of this. It’s more just thoughts and opinions I felt I had to keep buried because of my beliefs.
I thought it would be interesting to see how many words I writer, per day, during an average week of work. Now, I’m not counting news pieces which rely on […]
When I was around 9, I was brought to Sunday school. I never liked Sunday school, but because my mother was the daughter of a Canon, my sisters and I had to go, while my dad got to stay home. Why Sunday school existed never hit me, up until this point. We sat in a circle while some adults tried to keep us impatient folks quiet, and the school teacher told us the story of Noah and his ark. We had been told stories like this before, like about Jonah getting stuck in the whale. Up until this point, I had consider them nothing but that: stories.