I'm sick of Ohio. I'm sick of the weather. I'm sick of the lack of topography. I'm sick of needing to drive an hour to get anywhere. I'm sick there being no jobs. I'm sick of towns with more Bob Evans than book stores. I'm sick of there being nothing to do but drink and watch college football. I'm sick of people who are content to do nothing except drink and watch college football. The whole state smells like manure, mold, dead fish, and beer. There is nothing good about the state outside of Cedar Point, even then a majority of their rides were designed in Utah.

Thus, next year, I'm closing the book on Ohio after 17 excruciating years, and starting Chapter 5 of the Robert L. Lynch story (Wherein our protagonist becomes a successful artist and independent filmmaker). This February, I'm moving to upstate New York to live with a few cousins in the Syracuse metro-area. One of these cousins is the seriously underground independent horror-film director Victor Juliet, whom I have previously described as a 21st-century Ed Wood. I'll be lending him my skills in 3D graphics, art, and studio lighting in exchange for room and board. I'll need to get another job to pay off some outstanding debts, but luckily, the Syracuse area is in a much better economic state than Ohio, so I should have no problem (as opposed to here; Nov. 10 will mark three months without a job for me). I'm hoping to get a seasonal job soon to cover moving expenses. (Maybe a few of you could buy some prints?)

At any rate, I'm glad to be getting out of this hellhole. Anyone know anything about the Syracuse art scene?

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