There are going to be Dragons

Do you know about that music band? I think they are part of the new shitty bands that seems to flourish these days... quite honestly, I don't even have the slightest interest to check them out. The only attractive for me is their name: There will be Dragons; although, this could be a very cool and awesome band, and I won't check it out because of my own inertia for the stuff that I already know. New stuff you say? Only if they are voluptuous hot babes singing in tiny bikinis (I can't help it... I'm like this because of my... ehmmm... hormones or * insert common genetic excuse here)

I haven't include any dragons on my books, yet. I suppose that I can put them on the third book, and maybe at the end of the second book... who knows for sure, not me, that's for certain. I am writing the books, but I have no control over it. I wonder if this happens to any other writers. I got the general idea, but is the unfolding of the story that is shaping itself... does that make any sense?

I had loved Dragons since I was a little child. My grandma gave me one day a cool toy that could be transformed from an egg into a dragon. I think she bought it in South Korea (decades ago), an envious friend of mine threw it away and the dragon broke... that fucking prick (don't you think I have forgotten this, Dante) The little dragon toy is around, somewhere, still in pieces, and the poor toy didn't survive me, its legs are also broken. I was a destructive boy, but I loved each and every one of my toys (I hope they can forgive me up there, in their toy heaven place)

At that time, you could still catch some movies and tv shows still in black and white. I remember about some very old mickey mouse cartoons, where even his car was alive. Everything was dancing and singing, and MM was usually fighting against something. Those were real great cartoons. Nowadays, my son likes to watch (for 10 lousy minutes) The house of mickey mouse?? and everybody is helping somebody else. There are no enemies, no one to beat.

We can blame this on the stupid parents associations, and the church (why not?). My two year old son has a younger cousin, the other day, she stole from him a toy that he was using, instead of fighting for his toy, my son was crying. He's not used to fight, he doesn't understand that there are people out there who will try to impose their will over his, and are these new friendly, gay cartoons teaching him how to fight back? Nooooooo.

I did my Ph.D. in the USF (University of South Florida). I did suffer there because I lost lots of time with my prick of an advisor. He got angry at me, because I helped a friend to move out (he had the mentality of a five year toddler), and he "fired" me. I was kind of depressed.

Precisely, that same friend told me about university groups that you could join. I got into salsa and bachata classes (really cool), and I also got myself into an anime group, here I met lots of nerds, and you know... there are various types of nerds. There are the ones that are moderate nerds (perhaps I am one), and there are the zealots, those who dedicate their entire lives to a single fandom, and are still living in their parent's basement. I thought these ones were just an invention of Hollywood, but boy I was wrong. Your usual cliches were all present in there: the fat boys with thick glasses, faces full of acne, funny voices, and a lethal addiction to some specific fandom. They even got their ugly Nerd version of a female, something like a terrible female cave troll, and not only that,  they also got a terrible taste in anime. I went there like two or three times and decided it was enough... so... one day, I was killing time, I was supposed to be doing my thesis, but instead I was trying to mod the controls for a Quake (ET) flying ship (always with the fucking procrastination)

Obviously, he who controls the skies, can destroy the enemy forces!! anyway... I was busy trying to mod this fucking ship (the standard controls were a little complicated) and I was precisely on Nerd territory. They used to gather on the superior levels of the Marshall Study Center:

and I was there, occupying their personal space, a stranger in their midst, and worse than that: a male stranger, and they were using the big tables to play a strange pokemon card game. So, the Alpha Enraged Nerd Male came to face me, he was another fat boy, but he was really pissed off, his face was all red like a tomato, and he even got some sidekicks with him. He told me when was I planning to leave? (or something like that)... at that time, I was really fit, and was still practicing some Tae kwon do, but you know, I have never been the type to just go and brawl, and to fight for some stupid tables... I sat there while deciding what to do, one of his sidekicks told me in a more calmed manner that they were waiting to use that table for their stupid games... So I decided to leave. This was the day where I was dislodged by an angry Nerd... Perhaps one day in the future I will tell this story to my grandchildren, while telling them of the perils of getting into Nerd territory. There is no place for revenge, their own sorry way of living will take care of themselves... (they will either die by diabetes, or some nasty suicide)

I have decided to pact with the devil... is a shame, but from now on, you will be seeing stupid adds. I am sorry, but I got bills to pay. In the mean time I will keep on working on my drawings and also the second book of my series... whenever my two little kiddos allow me some time... I was writing all this with my two year old climbing on top of me, this is why people end up with no hair at all, your own hair is like: "You know what? Fuck this shit, I'm out!"

Salutations my invisible amigos, hope you guys like to stick around ^.^