Update

Ok so I've been a little silent for a while. Sorry about that there has been a lot going on lately, I have a job as a webmaster for my dance professor's website. It Doesn't pay much but it does help out a bit, and I've also finished bar tending school and my safe serve certification, as well as started classes again. Now for comics there will be some new comics soon which is what this update is mainly about.
It Takes All Sorts will be re debuting on September 30th 2009!
The website will be hosted on Smackjeeves until sometime in January where I will switch over to it's own website when www.iyalode-cleveland.com will be changing hosting service as well. When that is done keep an eye on the project wonderful adds, I WILL BE ADVERTISING! Also if all goes well I may even be going to my first con next year as well we shall see. I'll update again with more information soon.

Missing the Brother of an Only Child

So yeah it looks like this is a week of rants and personal issues for me. Well I've been having some really effed up dreams about Juvenile Hall lately and it took me a while to figure out why, especially since I've never been locked up as a minor or an adult. But it hit me this afternoon my brother should be getting out of prison soon if he's not out already. If you read the "bartender" post then you know I don't have any actual siblings, the truth is I'm an only child. But there is one person who I've thought of as my brother since we were little kids and as kids we even went so far as to make it official with a blood ritual, where we promised to always look out for eachother. This kid's, well man's at this point, name is Joseph, but to me he's always been JoeJoe. I've known JoeJoe since before I can remember and it's hard for people who know him to believe that I do, as well, and that he is so important to me.
JoeJoe lived across the street from me and though I can't remember how we met I do remember that we became very close. I remember when I was little before I started preschool that I would sit around the house waiting for him to come home from school so we could play. I guess I sort of idolized him for a while but that didn't last for long. He and I grew up in two very different situations, my family was very attentive and loving, while his was and is deeply troubled. You see his father was very abusive and beat him regularly and severely. I still remember one time when I was supposed to stay at his house, his dad went back on a promise he made and when Joejoe called him out on it his dad beat his head against the wall. When he broke free he and I ran upstairs to the second floor, it was here that his dad threw an old fashioned oil lantern at JoeJoe and nearly hit me instead.
I don't know what I was getting at, the fact is we are very different people. I know JoeJoe's no saint, hell I knew that as a kid. But he is still very important to me, and I guess I feel like I fucked up. I tried to change him once, a long time ago around the time we began to grow distant, I tried to call him out on smoking pot and lying to me about it. I hindsight I don't know if he was smoking pot or not and it was wrong of me not take his word for it, he was being called a liar by the cops, his family, and teachers and here I was doing the same damn thing. Me his fucking blood brother. I guess I'm not as nice as I would like to think huh? But I did the same thing as everyone else and that's really when things started to go bad. We didn't fight or anything but we just saw less and less of each other. I know he's done worse thing since then, hell his wrap sheet's about as long as Euclid Ave., But the fact is I miss him. I miss my brother. It's been almost a decade since I've really talked to him. Now he's a complete stranger and I wish he wasn't.

Comic update!

As It Is will be taking a temporary hiatus it should be back after next week sorry about this but this bar tending school is killing me right now.

Barkeep! I'll Take a %#$&! (In Which I Rant)

Ok, for those of you who didn't know I'm currently going to a bar tending school to get some professional training so I can hopefully get a job and help out my family. Woo hoo, this is all well and good. However I come home today and get barraged by my dad with a tone of questions about the school's cost, schedule, name, location all that good stuff. The reason why... so Brandy, a girl that lived with us for a while, can get the information and go herself. Now I normally wouldn't mind except that the only term that describes this girl accurately is "Psychotic Cunt" and I apologize to anyone who who is offended by that term but it is truly the only way to describe her. I am also pissed because my dad has shown the beauty of double standards again. My father (to angry to use affection at the moment) has been against me going to this school from the start he sees it as a money hole. With the Bitch however he's singing a whole other tune, and that pisses me off.
Now for a little bit of back story. The bitch lived with us for some time because her good for nothing parents didn't want her and her bitchy though no where near as cunty or psychotic sister, Steph was living with her mom at the time I think. I don't know I get so mad about the whole thing that I can't think straight. Anyways she, Brandy the cunt, lived with us for a while as we tried to help her out after all it was either this or liver with her mom who would find a way to send her to JuV, again. At the time we thought that it would be better for live with us. Well were wrong, very fucking wrong as it turned out. Now I'm an only child but this wasn't the first time I've had a "foster" (nothing actually legal just my parents taking in kids off the street) sibling. But this was the first time that one of my siblings tried to steal my parents' attention from me. I didn't need a lot but the good for nothing tramp tried to take all of it and partially succeeded. She had my father wrapped but my mom saw right through her. Well the little slut didn't like that and began to steal his attention away from my mom as well, and again succeeded. Now I don't blame her entirely, my dad should have stood by his family, but she was making a concerted effort. Eventually my mom and I gave him an ultimatum either she goes or we do. She went back. Later on we find out (my mom and I) that the little good for nothing leech was telling people that my father had an unnatural attraction to her. This made my hatred for her grow exponentially to the point where I never want to see her again, and every time I do I have to leave the room for fear of killing her.
Now what has me so riled up today is that my father is going out of his way to help her. She had a job and quit, supposedly under her husbands instructions, we found out that was bullshit. But when it comes to family, say one of my maternal uncles who are helping and was fired after trying, he fucking said that we should stop helping him. That we should let him end up homeless, and that he has other family. Who is in a position to help him other than us right now? My aunt? she has her own Problems. My other uncle? He's living off his savings and going back to school to become an accountant he has no spare money right now. My grandmother was just fired she's living off her savings as well (she had a lot so she's ok for quite some time). His half brother another of my uncles? He is a selfish controlling little prick who spends more money on toys than his kid. The truth is we are the only ones who are financially capable to help him and I don't see why we can't let the little cunt alone to suffer while we take care of family instead. That is all No if you excuse me I need to go work out my frustrations.

General News

Well I just got confirmation from a friend in Turkey that things are not as bad as I had heard. This is good, this means I may be attending Fatih University next semester after all. I also hat my tour of the bar tending school and I will be starting that next Tuesday. Hopefully this will lead to employment, god I hope this will help lead to employment. Hmmm... great now I feel nervous about the whole thing.

As It Is Comic

Hey I actually finished a comic I guess this Means As It Is is finally in operation!

Still Alive

Yes I am still alive and so is my "As It Is" project. Schools just been keeping really busy I've had a big paper followed immediately by a smaller one. But school is about to end for the semester Woo! And when it does I'm getting my bartender training which ought to help create a lot of interesting stories, and get me out of my folks house. I love them but I'm 21 and need to try being on my own for a while. Well anyways that's all for now I should be able to update again before the end of next month, hopefully that is. :P