[The comic is a sort of introduction to death.attack.spaceship.crash which you can download and read here by clicking HERE. I would suggest you finish reading the comic (after the break) before reading d.a.s.c as it explains how and why I wrote it.
Cheers – Jeff]
I am a writer in college and for a while I considered being a journalist. One of the main reasons why I never went through with it was that when I actually had to write a story for a journalism class I would end up not doing enough research and would make something up just to get it done in time. Going through that and seeing this situation with PewDiePie just makes me kind of angry that people are being this unprofessional.
What happened to just finding and stating the facts? What happened to journalistic standards? When did journalism become a capitalist industry?? I feel that America after 2001 got scared and ever since we’ve just gotten paranoid and because of the paranoia everyone is just suddenly out for themselves. Blaming people for this thing and that thing to justify whatever story so they can get ahead or worse make a quick buck from the ensuing madness.
I’ve been trying to keep a positive outlook on everything over the past two months but it’s getting harder and harder to do so with each passing day. From the executive orders to this stupid situation I find that it’s all just wearing me down. I wish I could go to space. Space doesn’t have any of the problems that we have here on Earth. You think that the people who are going to Mars will leave, come back, and find the earth just completely desecrated? Broken into pieces with a giant hole on the side of it? I think that’s what’s going to happen, and when it does I will haunt the spaceship they are in and say “I told you so” before disappearing and being reincarnated as a four-legged creature on the distant planet of Zeidon.
Jeff Rodgers (2-16-2017)
So we’re currently, like, a week into the new year and I don’t know how I feel about it. Last year was shit if we’re honest but this year is not turning out to be that great either (or the beginning of the year at least). Near the end of last year I found out that I have Type 2 diabetes which is manageable but still problematic. This past week I’ve yet to start working on my diet and get my blood sugars down, so there’s that.
My dog died a few days ago, his name was Apollo. Apollo was a black Labrador who lived to be about 14 years old (around 80 in dog years). He had always been a loyal and well-mannered dog since he was young, even when he changed hands to be with my father rather than my mother. He was always happy, even as his health slowly deteriorated.
I miss him.
At least he won’t be here to see Donald Trump become president of the United States. I have a lot more to say about that but I’m going to hold off for now…at least until the inauguration.
Jeff Rodgers (1-7-2016)
Hey! It’s Jeff, the guy that wrote this. Even if you don’t make it as far as this paragraph please share with someone that needs something to cheer them up and tell them that everything will be okay. The Huffington Post posted an article that outlines resources for those who are overwhelmed, scared, or otherwise confused by the election that can be used to help support and maintain our established communities in this weird time we find ourselves in. Click on the word ‘LOVE‘ to see the article, otherwise read on and hear my stance on the matter.
I woke up this morning forgetting that Trump had won. At around one in the morning my dad had texted me saying that Clinton had lost. In the moments (or hours I guess) after receiving that text I couldn’t sleep. When I woke up I felt everything was normal until I looked up the results. I wish I didn’t see who won but I had to. My response to my dad’s text, which will probably be the title of my mixed emotional cry into the technological abyss, went as follows: “I took a long shower and I still feel dirty”
I’m currently enrolled at Southern Illinois University in Edwardsville (SIUe) where there are a variety of students and faculty from different backgrounds, different beliefs. I looked around at the people walking around on this cold November morning and saw faces that showed different variations of scared and tired. In my English class there was a girl who sat parallel with me. We looked and silently acknowledged one another; my hands shaking while I held a pencil, her eyes shrouded in red, both of us scared as hell of what’s to come.
There are many people in this country and abroad that will be going through the various stages of grief and loss. From denial and bargaining to yelling and sobbing. If there’s one thing I know it’s this: People experience joy to varying degrees but everyone suffers. People will have ways of coping with it. In an event that one is in danger the first thing that the body does is release any waste that the body has at the time. During an elevator ride up to my English class I shit myself just as I reached my floor. It wasn’t that big of a mess and it didn’t seep through my jeans. All I did was take off my underwear and went commando. Main point: It’s not the end of the world. I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true.
Be angry, throw shade, yell, kick, scream, blame whoever you want, but find some way to keep your head held high and avoid violence (against yourself or other people), then tell others to do the same because, despite what it might seem, this will not last forever. This will all end. It may be a long time before it ends but it will end. We just need to support one another and help get through this as painlessly as possible. When the pain is over, I assure you, we will be much better off than where we are right now.
Once it’s all over I’ll quote a long-out-of-print science fiction writer and say: “You were sick and now you’re well and there’s work to do!”
Jeff Rodgers (11-9-2016)
If you’ve made it this far I urge you further to share this with anyone you feel needs another perspective, or just a little pick me up. It’s not much, but it’s my way of coping with this. I hope you all are safe and are feeling okay in this timultuous time.
Hey so remember when I was gonna talk about what I wanted to accomplish? That’s happening now! As promised I would tell you about my plan for the fall as well as what I have been working on inbetween retweets and liking videos on Youtube (I gotta turn the sharing feature off on that thing).
Selling Out (well not really)
Since Puk Comics main website is down, I’ve thinking about putting my work on a separate place so that my work can be accessed regardless of whether the main site is up or not. I was thinking of using Gumroad as that place since it’s worked well for a couple of other artists that I follow. Plus it allows me to have control over anything that I put up. It’ll be interesting to see what happens.
As I’ve probably mentioned before I’ve been wanting to write a few more short stories of different varieties. Gotta stretch my creative muscles you know what I mean? While I have been busy with college and have had little time to write much (Fun fact: it’s taken me almost a month to write this post). I have a couple of ideas, I’ll talk about it when I have something of note.
Other stuff that are floating in my head
Looking back I could’ve done more with A Love Story in East Germany. I made very few changes to the story and, while it is still good to me, I feel that it could be better. I remember a collegue stating that authors inform the reader of their vision as they develop their story, I feel like I’ve failed to do that. So there might a time where I re-release ALSiEG.
Dude I watched the new show Atlanta on FX and it’s fucking good! It’s propbably the first TV show I’ve seen that actually shows real life in America. It’s a show that is truer to life than any other sitcom I’ve watched.
I’m going to try and use my twitter a little more, I’m also gonna link said twitter to other profiles I have online so watch the fuck out for that.
That is all for now. Talk to you later!
Jeff Rodgers (9-7-2016)
For the past couple of weeks (or this past month I guess) I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain to those who don’t know me personally what it is that I’ve been doing. I started by writing jokes, that went well for a bit. Then I wrote a post into chunks which would’ve worked but I lost my train of thought halfway through writing the post. Part of me wanted to be an extreme pessimist and just say that no one is going to read what I write because anti-social behavior doesn’t translate well to a society that requires socialization to survive. But that’s not productive, for me or anyone else.
I’ll just tell it like this; I screwed up this past spring by letting my GPA slip below 2.0. I had to take summer classes in order to make up for it. While this is the best and easiest way for me to explain it I wish I could do better. It’s hard for me to perfectly articulate what it is that I’m feeling now or what I felt in the past. I mean yeah what anyone thought or felt in the past is difficult to discern, but for me it’s especially difficult to figure out what my body and my mind are trying to do in the moment. It’s like having someone else driving your car while you’re in the backseat. I guess my short term memory is becoming faulty. Probably because of the lack of sleep I’ve been experiencing. Speaking of, I’ve got a bit of a busy day ahead of me and could definitely use the sleep.
But I have so much I want to say. So much I want to talk about.
Annnnnnd, there it went. I forgot what I was going to write about again.
Next post will be about what I want to accomplish over the next month so be prepared for that.
I’ve been trying to figure out an explanation of why I haven’t written in a while and why my Tumblr and Twitter are filled with various meaningless posts. I was going to start by stating that I got a score of 82 on a rice purity test. I’d write that the score wouldn’t be 82 for long–as a joke (maybe)–and then I would go into the various reasons why I haven’t been vocal as of late. I would go into detail about the class I had to focus on this past month. I would write that I have just finished my final essay and the next class for the summer will most likely be a little easier so I will have more time to write more and work on what I want to work on. But I’m not sure if you want to hear that.
Sure it’s good to know what’s going on in my life so that you’re kept in the loop, but how much do you really want to know? Not a lot maybe. Or maybe you do. *sigh* I don’t know dude. Things have been rough, but I’m trying to work through it.
Things have calmed down so I will have time to write more, hopefully. My hope is to have a lot more done before the end of the summer semester. Burnie’s Diner is halfway done. Originally it was going to be three parts but I might widdle it down to two, since one part can stand on it’s own as a separate poem. Or maybe I can combine a few poems together and make an actual book out of it (not a physical book, but you get what I mean. Right?).
Except I need to write a few more poems or find a couple more that I’ve written in the past. That takes time. But then again I think I have a few more poems in me.
Yeah I’ll try writing a few more for a bit and see how it goes.
It’s late. I’ll be back in a bit.
As the title suggests: I cannot sleep again. It’s too hot in my room, or at least in my bed. I’ve had two glasses of water and my stomach was also making the rumblies a minute ago. I may need to eat the last of my ramen noodles. Send help. I repeat. send help.
I’m kidding of course. I think I’ll be fine. I’ve managed to live thus far with nothing more than my imaginary friends, a bottle of coke and a PS2.
Bad sounds are coming from the outside. It’s probably the thunderstorm approaching. There is supposed to be Cardinals game tomorrow (or today since at the time of writing it is twenty-three minutes after midnight) and the game may be rained out because of the impending weather. This could be a blessing in disguise since I have to study for finals.
In other news, Tay Zonday still follows me on Twitter. That’s a good sign. I shouldn’t keep mentioning it otherwise it will suddenly become not true. Let’s move on.
I finished reading Kurt Vonnegut’s Timequake and it was really fantastic. It was as if I was inside his subconscious, exploring his thoughts and memories. It was beautiful. Now I want to read Slaughterhouse Five. I have to sleep though. Fuck!
Eh, whatever. This post will be uploaded later in the morning. Let the record show that I am going to sleep at 1:35 in the AM.
Jeff Rodgers (5-30-2016)
I fucked up a little while ago, but I don’t think anyone would’ve noticed (or cared for that matter). I tweeted about National Poetry Month and posted Part 1 of Burnie’s Diner on Facebook (why) in March. I thought that National Poetry Month was March when it is in fact in April. Cool.
In other news, I am going to an event at Ikea which may give me a chance to get a job (“Finally!” I can hear my dad saying). I actually enjoy being in Ikea, the way they organize everything in the store is impeccable. That and they supposedly have the future of light up produce somewhere.
I recently took some food back to my dorm. Normally I wouldn’t do that sort of thing but I didn’t feel like being around many people for some reason. As I was walking I remembered something that happened a few years ago. I was at a friends high school graduation walking from a restaurant carrying leftovers when a guy offered money for the food. I declined, but looking back I kind of feel bad. I declined mostly out of fear and confusion. There were a lot of people between me and where I was going and I didn’t want to impede any processes that might’ve involved me. Looking back though the guy was offering $50 for the food, which meant that he could’ve bought food anyway regardless of whether I had leftovers or not. I don’t know. I probably would’ve given it to him just to get rid of the food.
A notebook that I lost a month or two has returned which is fucking sweet. The only problem is that I have a new notebook that I bought when the first one was lost. I guess I could just keep the notebook for anything that I’ve written in it that I might need and just keep using the new notebook for now. Still it’s nice to get something back for once.
I’m slowly working on Burnie’s Diner (the poem that I mentioned earlier) and I hope to get it done sometime before the end of April. I hope.
Jeff Rodgers (4-9-2016)