GO TO WORDPRESS at 1:36 PM

Our wordpress page is now open, although it is still under construction. Be prepared for the layout to change, tags to get messed up, etc. while we do everything. WE are actually categorizing every post, all 160+ of them, in categories like News, Poems, Comics, Downloads, etc.

our site is
http://slatfatf.wordpress.com

Enjoy! THIS IS THE LAST POST MADE ON SLATFATF.TK
PLEASE MOVE TO THE WORDPRESS PAGE

30 things i've lied about at 10:57 PM

1. my virginity
2. my name
3. my birthplace
4. my religion
5. my culture
6. my home
7. my age
8. my sex
9. my significant other status
10. my friends
11. my hair color
12. my eye color
13. my weight
14. my height
15. my penis size
16. my grades
17. my hygiene
18. my movies that I know about
19. my games that I know about
20. my comics that I know about
21. my music that I know about
22. my parents
23. my pets
24. my living conditions
25. my income
26. my lack of income
27. my employment
28. my technical savvyness
29. my sexual abilities
30. my love.

Wasn't that just wonderful?

What have you lied about?

And the Move begins at 10:56 PM

we are moving our extremely popular blog SLATFATF over to Wordpress, so watch out for any bugs for a while. We'll post when we get everything sorted out.

Stressing Myself at 9:01 PM

For the past few months, I've been busy with college stuff. Hey wait, don't skip this post yet. It's not another "reasons we haven't been updating" post. In fact, we are done with those posts, and I promise on my father's grave (The one that I plan to bury him in once I kill him for all the horrible pain he's put me through, THE UNEMOTIONAL HORRIDNESS CAUSED BY HIS LACK OF RESPECT AND THE SEXUAL INHIBTIONS FURTHER CREATED BY HIS INSECURITIES OF....

ahem.... woops), that we will never ever make another post with reasons why we aren't updating. Because we are updating from now on.

God damn I haven't written in this format for so long. Feels nice to get the ol' fingers moving on the shitty blogspot formatting screen with horrible column length and all. Let me get back to the purpose of this post, which if you take out all of that father stuff, is quite serious. I've been looking at tons of college stuff, and working on that. My main thing is to just keep getting higher scores on more and more standardized tests. I've achieved some really really great scores, but I'm still not satisfied. In fact, I won't be until I get at least a top 1% score on the ACT. So I picked up one of those handy dandy ACT prep books. My girlfriend hit me when she found out. She says I'm getting overly stressed about things that I don't need to be worried about. The college I'm primarily intending to go to will gladly accept a student with my credentials, but still.

Do you ever have that? A sort of drive to do better, even whenever it doesn't matter? Maybe I put too much value on my own pride. I care too much about opinions of others. For instance, I'm a compulsive liar. This entire paper has been a lie, I, in fact, have done none of the above. Guess what? That was another lie. I have done all of what I just described. I mean I've lied about lots of things. Things that don't matter. That's my next post. Hope you enjoyed reading about nothing and getting nothing out of it.

Cry me a River at 6:20 PM

I recently pondered whether we should shut down this site or allow it to take a gasp of air, attempt to let it live, perhaps even thrive. At first I thought of all the reasons to shut the site down, which I shall now list in order that you may form your own opinion on this matter of closure:

1. We don't put quite so much effort into the site
2. We have very little community involvement. In fact, I can only think of 3 people that regularly comment.
3. We don't update as regularly
4. the site would be one less thing to do in the afternoons.

Considering all these facts, one would easily come to the conclusion that SLATFATF is undeserving of it's domain, and should be closed.

And then I thought of all the positive things that have happened because of our involvement in slatfatf:

1. The creative writings that we have done are funnier than I could have imagined
2. The comics that have been drawn/written are amazing
3. the podcasts have been so much fun, and stimulating
4. having our friends tell us that we had a funny post or something is rewarding
5. we have quite a few viewers, even though we don't get many comments
6. the poems have been great
7. working with Fenghar on anything is entertaining
8. coming up with new ideas is super stimulating to the creative lobe

After I wrote this list, I knew the answer to my question. We don't want to keep running slatfat. We need to keep running slatfat. WE NEED to keep running it because if we close it down, we will be losing our escape. Our little fortress of solitude. We need a place to post our nonsensical ramblings, a place to drop off our friday night recordings, a place for our drawings that are so creepy they don't deserve to be on the internet, but they are. Fenghar, we need this cove, this harbor, of chaos. I can't imagine a Friday night where we aren't recording some bullshit, talking about something to do with Slatfatf, drawing those crazy pics. Talking about india. Watching movies.

Fenghar, if we lose our safe haven of insanity, I really believe a huge part of our creativity will go unserved. This is why it is dire that we keep this site running.

I'm not giving up on slatfatf, and neither are you. If you do indeed never return to slatfatf, never draw a hilarious comic again, never record another podcast, never write a poem, never link a fun video, and never write non sequitor stories, then I will beat the shit out of you.

No fucking joke.

I'll kick your fucking freshly perfect teeth in.

Indefinite Hiatus at 3:23 AM

I think I'm done with this...

I like doing webcomics and updating a site, but I don't feel I'm doing anything that's worthwhile for me or viewers, so I'm just gonna quit while I'm behind.
I could whine about this or that, but that would just be more and more excuses. Basically, I'm tired and lazy and irresponsible.

Yep.

So I guess I'll leave this up for Astrozombie and the three other people that visit the site so you can yell at me or look through the meager and stupid archives of our nonsense. I'll hopefully resurface elsewhere on the net with a new domain name and a well-stocked archive of goodies, but I doubt that will even happen.

Well, I'm gonna go and make a feeble attempt at being a hot-shot director. But I'll probably get lazy and not do that either. Look out for me in the obituaries, cuz that's probably be the only thing I won't get lazy at.

Man.

That would make a great comic. A person who gets lazy and doesn't die because he's lazy.

Anyways, Right now I'm gonna focus my efforts on slowly building up a collection of pre-drawn comics so if I do get around to another site I'll have something to buffer myself with. Also, I'll be working on coaxing some silliness out of my ol' DV Camera.

In conclusion, its been nice sharing this past year or so with you all in blog and comic and podcast form. Thank you to those few golden souls who felt like dropping a comment or two on our posts and also thank you to those who just visited the site a few times or so and maybe even laughed a post or two. Sorry if I'm letting you down, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do-

-Be lazy

For(most likely) the final time on this site,
Peace

Comic at 6:25 PM

With every new follower on Twitter, I get closer to my dream.

Thursday Night Poetry Slam at 9:49 AM

Has been postponed until next Thursday. Which basically means I'm just skipping this one.

I am sick. I am in no mood to write poems.

However dot dot dot

I will tell you that I plan to start hosting a

LIVE RADIO SHOW

Every Thursday Poetry Slam Night. I'll still post 'em up here, but you can listen to how we say our poems and stuff.

And how we cry our manly manly tears.

Peace.

Comic at 6:37 AM

This comic is about the happiest day of my life.

Comic at 3:27 PM

This is a story about balloons and raptors and how we can all learn to get along if we don't fight over sammiches.

Comic at 4:04 PM

BALLOON STORY

This is a story about a balloon and...





























...his new best friend.

TO BE CONT.?

Thursday Night Poetry Slam at 9:13 PM

First up on the mic is Feng to the Har
Shinin out poetry just like a star
Fuse on the muse exploding in hues
Colors define the lines and the spaces
Cutting out rythyms and Shapin the faces
Of the lyrics that are written but never sung
and the pages that are typed but are never hung
on the bindings of the books that are never read
From the words that are floatin 'round my head


somethin somethin somethin....bread?

AWWWW SHIT HERE IT COMES

THURSDAY NIGHT POETRY SLAM

Peace in Dust

these dusty old Bones
were once filled with groans
of fears that once did start
this dusty old Heart

and from these dusty old Lungs
came screams that were sung
from the agonies sustained
in this dust old Brain

in this dusty old Mouth
was held the sounds of the deep south
that never escaped past the lipst till demise
one final gasp adn the closiing of these dusty old Eyes

and all this dust is accumulated in this dusty old Tomb
my final resting place, my eternal womb

and I'm lowered down into this dusty ground unceremoniously
now words are spoken, no one knows me

And in this dust, I have found Peace.

AND NOW A POEM ABOUT MY TAINT

Buttered, Jammed, Honeyed, or Hammed
My Taint is t'aint ready to be viciously manned
So please be careful when preparing your festive feast
upon the place that grows my yeast

THAT WAS INNAPROPRIATE PORNOGRAPHY KILLS SOTP

Continued from the last haiku story

AND
I
FELL

up into the sky
right into reality
blood was everywhere

i had staved them off
a voice in my head had told me
i am not yet dead

i left that coffin
hoping to find a saviour
instead stepped in blood

more blood everywhere
people rising so strangely
caught up from puddles

sky had been bleeding
ground had been stealing the souls
some people didn't rise

my eyes ached they spun
wretched out once, twice now i'm done
no one noticed me

my legs moved alone
independent of my needs, wants
i didn't know where

moving through the cries
shoving my way through the screams
i start to forget

lost identity
i tore through time silently
lost language, lost soul

bodies became ghosts
i've fallen behind myself
but i think no thoughts

i ran through the world
i collapsed in to its core
from my mouth crept dark

conciousness rose once
reminding me i'm hungry
but there is no i'm

we've become the core
we cry silence we eat souls
we always hunger

SURE WHATEVER I DON'T CARE GOD- JUST BE SURE TO CHECK OUT NEXT THURSDAY'S HAIKU STORY

Comic at 7:03 AM

Hairy Hobos













Really, this joke is only funny if you lol'd at the Underworld 3 Trailer as much as me and Astrozombie did.

Comic at 6:23 AM

Kim Jong Il is so krazy!









OH POLITICS! HAHAHA

Comic at 1:50 PM

Animals funniest Planets!