Monday, March 31, 2008

THE TITLE IS: LOW MILEAGE

And in better news we have added to our family.

This is Salem, he is a Bombay cat and a little Emo. He enjoys laying around relaxing and slow walks to his food bowls. He was Wave's cat when she was little and now they are reunited. It was so cool watching them cuddle on the floor the other day together. When he finally decided to come out from hidding when he first arrived.

This is Garfield, he is a Maincoon cat and a little sick right now but we will get him better. Both of them are going to the vet on Friday. Wave's sister wasn't taking care of him right now, and the living situatin wasn't the best for them in many ways; so, we have him and his brother now. We will get him all feeling better. He was keep outside before we got him and Wave took him to the vet yesterday and was told he has ear mites and sores because he is alergic to flea bites but no more fleas, no more outside for him, he will be inside from now on, though he is plotting ways out as I write this with Salem.

And this is an older picture of them both at Wave's mom and dads house. We would have gotten Salem months ago but we did not want to split them up but now they are here together and we told Wave's sister Trill she could visit Garfield any time she wished.

Cats are great because they have their own lives. Feed them and clean their boxes and for the most part they will love you and not strangle you during the night. So unlike humans. I know they eat and poop a lot and get into a lot of mischief but you know, hey, so do I.

C.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008

THE TITLE IS: NO I LIKE STRESS

I received a letter in the mail yesterday from the government and it seems they believe an employer canceling checks and flat out not paying an employee is not grounds for said employee to leave the job and be eligible for unemployment? Let me think on this? ? ? Canceling an employees pending check because they put in their notice? Not paying an employee for their last weeks work? Nope, sorry Mr. Uncle Sam, I love the boys too but I ant blowing you or any of your small or large corporate brown eye kissers. My lay down is over. My lay down from now on is I fight or you bury me six feet under.

If the shirt off my back I give to others out there in similar situations as mine is anything it will be that my written words from this day on which I speak, I write, though they maybe with bad spelling and grammar, they will be unleashed with open eyes. Open clear eyes.

I have been living a coma for a number of years. I awoke yesterday to see Robin Williams (no relation) performing stand up upon my chest….wait, my mistake, you see that wasn’t Popeye, that was my vague slim notion that our government cared for working people and that no matter what there was a system set up if you have clear stated issues, your issues would be addressed.

Dumb me for thinking.

I will have to learn to stop doing that.

I guess when you write something such as this the things people may wish to ask are, is this some sort of whistle blowing thing? Is it a case of sour grapes and some search for a level of justice? Revenge maybe?

This is about anger, pure and simple.

I have had many jobs in my 33 years of life and a few that did not end well, be it by layoff or leaving for something better. I have been a printers assistant, a sewer night watchmen, I owned my own business at one time, a supervisor, I have been a road crew worker, a fry cook, a dish washer, a shift manager, a stock clerk, a program planner, a writer, a administrative assistant, and many jobs I can not remember while writing this on three hours sleep, Redbull, stress all around, and Night Time PMs to keep the pain away.

I have in my pause left only one job in my life were I felt dirty inside for my time spent there and with a feeling that I had been attacked personally by the company for leaving and standing up to them. Every time I tried to put the experience behind me and turn the other cheek, so to speak, another arrow was fired at my life by a company that for some reason had plenty of time to go after an ex-employee like it was some sort of bad marriage separation.

And I usually get along with my ex’s. Ask any of them.

Oh, and I know some of the company people have been on my blog in the past; so, here is a short message: achem…Former Boss, you can kiss my ass, you can sue me, you are a shame on the name and before you get angry. Stop. Save it up Greg Brady until the book I’m writing comes out. I have been working on it in secret for a while, getting my facts together, outlining moments going back to when I was working there because I saw how fucked up the business practices were there. I’m not too bright but I’m no one gets a chance to stab me in the back without me getting a few punches in going down. I’m sure in this book there will be a lot of information I will be putting in there that will be of great interest to you.

Anger is a great inspiration.

And for some reason I think a publisher will like and a few people will be interested in a story that involves drunks, sexism, harsh treatment of employees, unpaid wages, doctoring of paperwork, backstabbing dickheads, cooperate greed, and even a little government dickery also towards the end. Wait…is that what I’m writing about? Hmmmm? Sounds about right to me.

Hey, I’m at the end of this blog and I did not mention any names. And hardly any cursing either. Though the first chapter of the book does start quite festively if I do say so myself.

Thanks again for the anger. It tastes like wine between my lips and each word is like the tip of my tongue touching each drop.

In loving memory,
Brian Clifton Williams
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Saturday, March 29, 2008

THE TITLE IS: A GREAT IMAGE ON ANTI-TORTURE

A very talented artist created the image below. Go visit her site at LeighDragoon.com She was the organizer of the whole Anti-Torture Blog Day.


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Friday, March 28, 2008

SOMEWHERE IN THE STREETS OF PRETENDING,

He joined the service out of high school. He was your typical soldier; he was poor and in need of money like most of the poor are, Very seldom do you hear the poor complain about their bags being out of season. It’s just not in their nature.
And he joined the United States Army to defend his country, wave a flag, be all he can be, but mostly to pay the bills piling up from two kids at such an early age. He was not college material and though not stupid enough to believe he was too good to work in a burger joint or dig ditches, he did want something to stick his chest out about. The military gave him this, gave him authority and value from others.
That everything is alright,
Douglas started out like any other basic training soldier until he was spotted by the commander of a special operations unit while at the shooting range. She set him about being trained as a special ops sniper and that has been his travels for the last two years. It was everything the commercials said…Well, the commercials said a lot when they went off the air. You weren’t home at the time. The pay is good to send him and since he and the mother of his babies hate each other anyways, being away from home really is not much of a concern.
We are feeding monsters,
He got his current assignment because of a fight that broke out between a couple soldiers from military police and his unit down at the local pub near the base where they were picking up supplies. It was three MPs who stood their ground against an elite Army assault unit and their commanding officer was not angry at them for starting the fight or the fact that they nearly brought the roof down on a small local bar owners head, she was angry because they left with way more bruises than the MPs left with. And seeing how they did not really have a base of operations and were only passing through Great Britain she needed other ways of punishing each of her men while they were on O.M.T.(off mission time) He was the unlucky one and was sent to the British countryside to a top secret place called Underground; which, was in fact underground.
To everything that is wrong with our lives,
And now Sgt. Douglas Fielding was here in the Underground pushing a mop. One of the most highly trained soldiers the United States government has is pushing a mop around cleaning up cells in this retention center. He would say it out loud if he had the spine to but inside he just says it to himself. This is what happens when they put a woman in charge of an ops unit.
And everything is about,
He arrived here during the early hours of the morning and has been cleaning blood, shit, urine, and other things unidentifiable from the cells of former prisoners of the war against terror, preparing them for the next prisoner to walk in. He was almost in the state of mind of just doing the work until it was time for him to leave and stop grinding his teeth and un-tighten his muscles long enough to get through this without popping a vain or vessel somewhere in his body when the second in command of the compound code named Divine came seeking him out in the cell area.
The running up to face the questions of our times,
He had meet Agent Divine when he arrived at the compound. To him the agent seemed to be an ok guy, much more relaxed than most deep cover agents he has meet in his service time. Agent Divine even went as far and to tell him he could just tell his commander he did the duty if he wished and he could spent the time in their cafeteria sampling the many variations of beans and toast until it was time for him to leave but he knew she would find out somewhere and just said no, “My unit can take its punishments with its glories.”
And pretending all the truths are lies,
Agent Divine informed him that they just brought in a new prisoner from a Middle Eastern transport and his commander asked if he would like to sit in on the interrogation.
‘Better than mopping up shit and piss.’
He tossed his mop and kicked his bucket into one of the cells and followed Agent Divine through a corridor that lead out of the holding cell blocks and past another area that contained the communication and logistics operations and then through the area of command offices and bed areas and finally they ended up in the entrance area where you entered the complex through a series of small and very large transport elevators.
He stood there with Agent Divine waiting for one of the small elevators to open and for soldiers to escort the prisoner out. Probably still decking people out in those woeful orange jumpsuit. The elevator door binged like a microwave finishing a meal and out came two soldiers heavily armed and between them shackled and blindfolded and being lead in scooting steps was a young girl he guessed could not be any older than sixteen. He observed that she was small, skinny, and with small bruises all over her arms. He had a sister who was sixteen. He did not see her face because of a hood which was wrapped around her head.
The news burns the fires,
He watched as the guards lead her past them and into a room that was connected to the entrance area.
That spin inside our thoughts,
‘The observation room is by a set of steps in the door beside here. I have to go in now. There is a snack machine up there also.’
‘You will not need any change, it is all free.’ The agent said as he entered the room also following the guards and the prisoner.
What about you my lover?
‘Can I ask?’
What about you image in the mirror?
Agent Divine stopped as he was opening the door and closed it back and walked over to him.
‘She was part of a radical anti-war group from your country who all traveled to Iraq and were giving add to several groups with known terrorist ties. Two days ago most of her little group was killed by a truck bomb as they were traveling from Baghdad. To the world she died with them so we have her as an information tool now.’
He smiled at him, ‘A gift from your government actually.’
What about you Mr. President?
Agent Divine walked into the interrogation room leaving him behind. He paused for a few moments thinking about his sister, then he walked up the steps to the observation room. He looked down from the room when he got there which was set up like a scene from hospital drama where they watch surgeries taking place.
It’s the race to skid overtop of the world,
This was not his first taste of interrogation but something but this was so different. The other times he had watched any interrogation it had been in the field. This was different. This was real information gathering. This was the stuff that causes him and his brother to argue when he goes home. At least now he could tell his brother how things really happen.
The world does not need you to save,
The interrogation room was sound proof so he could not hear anything going on below. He watched as the soldiers who had escorted her in seated her in a metal chair and locked her shackle chains into hooks fashioned on the metal floors of the room. The floors of the room were metal except for he noticed a small batch of carpet that circled the chair and another patch by a wooden table in a corner. They pulled the hood from her head and she looked up and directly into his eyes. Her face was peppered with bruises but her eyes were still a very bright shade of blue.
Save yourselves,
The world will survive after you die,
We are children of the feeding,
All together now let us join hands and die,

He watched…
He watched them…
He watched as they screamed at her.
He leaned against the glass and saw them strike her.
He watched…
He remembered his ex-girlfriend and all the good times they had before things went wrong.
We watched…
We watched them put the bag over her head again and….
We watched…
We watched…
We watched…
We watch…
He sat down in a chair in the observation room. A few moments later Agent Divine walked in.
‘I guess you got the information you needed?’ he said to the agent.
‘Just fishing mostly, that is all you can do with these people. They are not going to give you much to work with.’
He watched a young girl tortured to a point of silently praying for death.
He watched an American citizen tortured because she was a threat beyond rights and laws…
He watched a human being tortured.
The question lingers,
We watch people being tortured the same as if we were in the room with Sgt. Douglas Fielding when we do not speak up against it. This preachy message came to you by the hand of one hack writer sometimes called Billy and sponsored by no church, no money, no settling, no agenda but that of a notion for dignity for all, even those who may wish us harm.

Somewhere in the streets of pretending,
That everything is alright,
We are feeding monsters,
Feeding them our children’s eyes,
To everything that is wrong with our lives,
And everything is about,
The running up to face the questions of our times,
And pretending all the truths are lies,

The news burns the fires,
That spin inside our thoughts,
What about you my lover?
What about you image in the mirror?
What about you Mr. President?

It’s the race to skid overtop of the world,
The world does not need you to save,
Save yourselves,
The world will survive after you die,
We are children of the feeding,
All together now let us join hands and die,

The question lingers,

The question lingers,

Somewhere in the streets of pretending,
That everything is alright,
We are feeding monsters,
Feeding them our children’s eyes,




©brian c. williams
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Thursday, March 27, 2008

THE TITLE IS: tired

i think i have the drained feeling you get sometimes after being sick. i think i'm going back to bed...wait, no, i have to go to the gym...dammitt!!!
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

THE TITLE IS: THINKING ABOUT THINKING ABOUT FRIDAY

I am going to write a short story for Anti-Torture Blog Day. And I had planned to start this story last Monday but I must have caught a bug because I woke up with my throat swollen and throbbing. I was in no condition or mood to go to the gym, read, have sex, or even write, to write for Gods sake, it keep me from writing! That shows you how sick I was. Matter of fact I can not even remember what I did on that Monday?... well, besides having my sandwich burned at B&N and enjoying it anyways.

I am writing this today, today being Tuesday, the Tuesday of last week to you. Today I woke up still sick but after my love made me toast and a smoothie we went to the gym and a sluggish day at the gym was had were I spent most of it distracted. Distracted partly by Wave running on the treadmill and the other partly by what I was going to write for Anti-Torture Blog Day. I just did not want the torture to come when someone reads my blog.

I returned from the gym tired and Wave headed off to work and I use AND way too much to be anything more than a hack writer…And I mean it, I am also a little Emo… and a little Cherokee… Anyways, I got on the computer after Wave left to either start my story or create my own religion. I did not do either task, though on the later, maybe Sunday? Just need to schedule a resurrection? Wonder how much they cost, probably just a few thousand lives in a few Crusades?... Ok, sick, bad mood, equals Brian writing senseless and angry at times. I guess this thing might turn out to be pain for some people…But hopefully for just the right people.

Later in the day while eating some of Wave’s delicious Vegetarian Shepard’s Pie she called me on my cell while I was watching M*A*S*H. She was stressed and upset by something that stresses and upsets me also, not that too much does not. Remember the Emo mention above? I would be Goth but I have no dress sense whatsoever. Emo goes better than Goth on 33, no front teeth, cubby, and a love for Bend It Like Beckham.

Yea, that’s right. I’m not ashamed.

Wave’s call had me thinking. This thinking mixed with my previous thinking stewed into a thinking writing blood pudding. Add in loud music and I was so disconnected from everything around me that I was one with the thoughts I have when reading or viewing images on the torture acts my country has taken part in.

I wonder if some of the talking, shouting, whispering, flag worshipping people knew while standing chest out in front of a flag in technicolor set up for a photo-op, if they knew while preaching a Uncle Sam doctrine of doing anything to protect America with asterisks pointing you to the bottom of the page where it says, “We know it is not a useful tool but we enjoy it so very much, like Peeps.” I wonder if when the speeches were over and the backs were patted, I wonder how they would feel if they found out their son, daughter, brother, sister, or house keepers second cousin had been taken as a prisoner of war?

I worry about Wave because the world is not a bandage, the world is a seeping sore. I worry about her because she worries and things out of our control can affect her, can hurt her. I ask myself if out of the wisdom of the great Rassilon, God, the salty Spaghetti Monster Fred, what if something in creation lead her into a situation of being a prisoner of war… I would hope and pray to all the Gods I do not believe in that those who are holding her do not treat her how we seem to be able to happily treat our prisoners.

Wasn’t there a time when dirty government secrets were hidden and the subject of bad 50cent novels? Makes you wonder what we don’t know about? Makes you wonder about what bleedings we are not seeing? Makes you wonder how much longer until we are all as a community whole called humanity going to take all this bullshit?

Even Mr. Brian (sometimes called Billy) Clifton Williams could not fall that far into fantasy to think if someone I loved became a prisoner of war that they would be treated differently from how our government gleefully treats its prisoners of war. How can our political leaders not see the counterproductiveity….tivity of seeing torture as being anything else but a threat, a direct sight line aimed at our own?

I fight no battles for a greater good, no higher honor, or work of fiction about gardens, serpents, and planets that started with a whole honking of incest. I fight my battles for those I love because issues such as torture, friendly fire, civilian causalities, the rape of civilians as well as our own service women by their fellow soldiers are issues which should be to everyone and most certainly are to me issues which I am ready to die for.

And you don’t have to sound bit or give me rank for me to do so.

I am anti-torture and anti-being a sheep to my government.

You call me what you wish and I will wear the button with pride and be your label which you sorrowfully get glee from putting on me. Call me feminist, peace monger, liberal, or anything else, because I am those things and so many more.

Now I am off to work on my short story for Friday and also another novel that probably very few will read but I will learn from it as I did from the last one and move on. My days will have battles. My days will have wars. I will fight for my loves, my words, but I will also fight for others to be treated with dignity and respect no matter how they may or may not see me.

C.


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THE TITLE IS: WIRED

If there is one thing I know it is pain,

If there is one thing you should know it is how much you can love,

If there is one thing that will fail all it is...

Don't cry for today is full of blood,
Interaction with fear is what stands in our way,
Remember what has hurt you is your weapon,
Letting them stir you with it is their joy,

Never lose the feeling of someone elses taste in your mouth,
Never forget how their heartbeat thundered against your chest,
Remember what has hurt you is your weapon,
Letting them linger is their joy,
Letting them be a part of your world,
Your fantasy,
Your joy,

It is their joy to keep you sad,
It is their joy to keep you down,

Don't cry for today is full of blood,
Don't cry because the blood is what you are fighting for,

Remember what has hurt you is your weapon,
And letting them stir you with it is their joy,

(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCITONS
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THE TITLE IS: FOR ALL, I AM WHO I STAND AS


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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

THE TITLE IS: Bad gym day, I SAY NO SIR!

We went to the gym this morning and did about thirty five minutes of bike and weights. I have had a burning sore throat for the past few days; so, it was sort of a lazy day at the gym. Better than me just laying in bed though? I'm going to head into the livingroom since I feel like shit, get a soda, lay on the couch, watch Doctor Who dvds, and make notes for a story I'm working on.

C.
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Monday, March 24, 2008

THE TITLE IS: DEEPER ROSES TO FALL

If you wish you can read a FREE brief, as in a scene or so, story here called DEEPER ROSES TO FALL. It was a romance story I wrote about five years ago that I just found on a disk today. It's interesting in that it shows the first time I experimented with using Photoshop to create covers for projects.

Ok, Wave needs this computer and I need to get some writing done,
C.
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Sunday, March 23, 2008

THE TITLE IS: WISH LIST

I was really bored so I went and created a THIS IS BRIAN'S AMAZON WISH LIST THAT IS NOT ALL DOCTOR WHO STUFF, man, writers will do anything to keep from working sometimes.

My Amazon.com Wish List
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THE TITLE IS: BUNNIES

And on this Easter Day during a time when a lot of you are thinking of zombies and such I give you this. A little bunny reality to read and think about before buying YOUR BRATS SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T DO WELL SITTING IN THE TOY BOX FOR THE REST OF ITS LIFE AFTER LITTLE MR. OR MS. SNOTNOSE IS TIRED OF IT!!!

And on a calming,


I just love that episode. It's a crack I love to shoot.
C.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008

THE TITLE IS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAR


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THE TITLE IS: YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE POINTY EARS TO UNDERSTAND

Blog Anti-Torture on Friday March 28th

I will be taking part in the above. I will give another reminder on Wednesday.

C.
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Friday, March 21, 2008

THE TITLE IS: GYM ACTION

Went to the gym this morning and lifted a lot of weights. My arms and legs are hanging off me right now and feel very heavey but over all I feel great health wise since I started back at the gym. If I keep this up I might stop looking like a fat younger version of the fatman from Jake And The Fatman.

After showers we went out to Subway for lunch and made quick stops at B&N and the local comic shop Famous Faces And Funnies where I picked up issue #2 of the new Doctor Who comic book series. So far it has been an enjoyable read.

Back home now trying to get some writing done.
C.
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Thursday, March 20, 2008

THE TITLE IS: ANGER LIFTING

I just lost a whole blog entry....not my day......went to the gym today with Wave in tow and did about 8 miles on the bike and lifted weights for the first time in years....too angry to write something longer here. I'm off to work on a short story.
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THE TITLE IS: PROVE IT!

I am very angry right now. Probably as angry as I have ever been and mostly at myself for feeling great about things before I should. Though I'm also angry at a goverment system that tries to make the every day worker prove how hard they worked and companies only have to prove they DIDN'T ACTUALLY KILL ANYONE. "Give us proof they did not pay." The proof is in my ass not having the money. "Give us proof they did you wrong." Well I don't have any whipping scars from the job but...I see. Ok. I'll just walk away now and take my place for thinking you are actually there to look out for people like me.

oH, and I wrote a short story the other day which I really liked but after re-reading it I see it really does not fit in any place I could submitt it to which doesn't require a fee when you do so.
C.
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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

THE TITLE IS: ANTI-TORTURE. I'M HUMAN, AREN'T.....


From here. Which is a very well written blog.
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THE TITLE IS: WRITER BOY LOSES HIS HAIR AND A FEW SCREWS



These pics of my mohawkish haircut are for the Queen. Now I'm off to do some writing.
C.
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THE TITLE IS: MONONO WHO?

Just got back from a trip to our favorite local hotdog place called, Mustard's Last Stand. We also made stops at one of the local used bookstores and the library were I picked up, Anime: From Akira To Princess Mononoke by Susan J. Napier, Knight Life by Peter David, Books Of Magic: The Invitation and Books Of Magic: Bindings by Carla Jablonski, Star Trek: New Frontier Book One also by Peter David, Dixie Chicks: Home, Pretenders Viva El Amor!, Indigo Girls: Retrospective, Indigo Girls: Come On Now Social, and lastly Annie Lennox: Bare. That should flood my mind for a day or two. Way too me things for me to do links. I have writing to get done today also.
C.
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THE TITLE IS: SORE

I shaved my head into a sort of mohawk but more boring than mohawkish. When I get a good picture I will post. I'm tired from gym yesterday and will be doing it every other day until I get back into some sort of shape, then maybe move it to a daily routine with weights every other day.

Getting ready to head out for Dunkin or McD's. I know, not healthy but comfort foods and soda are going to be my biggist enemies when it comes to getting back into shape...Sorry, Wave I made the shape joke yesterday.
C.
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

THE TITLE IS: SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME?

Pinkey Boy...otherwise known as Billy and mostly known as Me! decided he was tired of being out of shape last night. Starting with healthy meal at Subway I'm going to change things. Right now I look like a toothless and hairy pregant man.

Woke up this morning to head to the gym but first I needed to make sure my latest
Big Finish Doctor Who download was ready on my MP3 player.

I did 11 miles on the bike at the gym and 8 on the treadmill. My legs are killing me and weak but I feel good and it is a start to me getting into better shape.

C.
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Monday, March 17, 2008

THE TITLE IS: I'M JUST OLD ENOUGH FOR INSANITY

Using a little tax return money for a little more hair dying fun. This time things turned out better.

Wave in the middle of crimes against old men who are probably too old to be dying their hair.

Gottcha pink handed.

She took pictures while I was writing and my scalp was burning.

The finished dome.
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Saturday, March 15, 2008

THE TITLE IS: THE PINK DYE EVENT OF 08

Our good friend the Queen came over last night. Since I have been talking about dying my hair some bright crazy color for a while they picked up some stuff on the way to our apartment. I had already bleached it the day before. Though my hair does not take to bleaches or dyes very well. What follows is a lot of trying to dye all of our hairs but finding out the shit was cheap and did not work out that well. I did mine twice and it just looks sort of blondish red to me.

The ladies picked up the deeds materials on the way here.

I got a Queen like gretting as she arrived. Oh, so I said fuck you but that's all I said :)

She almost dies waiting for me to cook dinner.

She finds something to distract her stomach.

Wave likes those also.

After salads that I whipped up real quick because the ladies were starving to death came the main course.

I rested after cooking dinner.

I'm first since I'm the experiment pig. But first LunchBox needs a candy bar in this blurry image.

Your scalp is pink pink.

I tried to run away.

The end result was not very good.

After the hair dye experiment did not work I made dip and chips for the ladies.

We watched Orange County and Donnie Darko.

It's like two pony tailed twelve year olds on crack! And I love them.

C.
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Thursday, March 13, 2008

THE TITLE IS: AB FAB BAT AND NOW BLONDE

I did not get much writing done yesterday or today for that matter. I mostly just did some hand scratchings and looked through the Previews catalog for this month. I did these Herc..Hercu.....well, you know, those types of hard tasks while watching british comdies from my collection. Man, me and time managment, we are not snuggle bunnies that's for sure. I work so much better with deadlines and before anyone says it, yes I try to set my own deadlines but it doesn't work the same way into my brain.

Though during all the Ab Fab jokes and wishful window shopping through Previews an idea popped into my head that would be a shade of a King Arthur sort of short story. I think this is turning out as my year of pleasuring my short story muses. Poor dears, they have waited so paitenly for such a long time. Oh, and my Muses are in no way all female. Just thought I would mentioned that. One of these days I'm going to give some love to the Muse in charge of my spelling abilities but right now I think she is locked up in some sort of place of rest for having to deal with me.

...scribble, scribble, scribble....sigh...I need better drugs. I need drugs. Just kidding...I can't afford drugs. Caffeine, sugar, PM's, I need a bloody trank to get me to sleep after using everything else that I can get at a 7-11 to get me through my days. My health is like a rollercoster of feeling like shit and feeling good. I need something like Redbull to keep me awake and for someone to invent something called Deadbull maybe to help me sleep.
C.
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

THE TITLE IS: ARROWS, PILLS, AND BEER

I finally got around to reading Green Arrow: Quiver by Kevin Smith and Phil Hester on check out form the library. I enjoyed it greatly and those his other comic work has mostly centered on... well, missed deadlines but also on individual characters such as Daredevil and Spiderman I think he could be very good on a team book. I say put him on something like the Titans and let him go and you have a hit on your hand.

I actually got some quality writing done over the weekend. One short story is living on the computer and growing, currently it is at the age of 6000+ words and this is the teenage years as it swims in self-hate, confused sexual pratices, and being afraid of some of the realities of life- especially what others are capable of doing to each other. I also started another short story over the weekend which is just a baby on six peices of looseleaf paper at the moment trying to find the right place to breast feed and the right place to take its first real steps. Now I need to find places to try and home these stories as submissions. That will take some research considering one of them is not like anything I have written before and the other is much the same but in differenting different ways.

Got to spend some time with the Queen as myself, Wave, and her did lunch today at SONIC and BooksAMillion. And your right Queen, we do need to visit the beach all of us at once but I do refuse to wear a two peice.

As I wrote this I was watching MASH from my own collection and downing some PM's with a beer.
C.
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Friday, March 7, 2008

THE TITLE IS: OFFLINE FOR THE MOST PART UNTIL MONDAY

I will still be answering e-mails if anyone needs to get ahold of me but I have some deadlines I need to buckle down on over the weekend. According To Testing will not be updated this week due to before mentioned deadlines and a moutain of dishes that need to be done.

I have one project that I've been wipping together for the past mounth that I will be able to discuss a little on Monday so that is something to look forward to for the couple of you who read this as updates come.

Everyone have a good weekend,
C.
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Thursday, March 6, 2008

THE TITLE IS: TORNADO IN BIG STONE GAP

I was pointed to these YouTube videos by my brothers wife about a tornado that touched down in Big Stone Gap, Virginia which is only about five minutes from where I grew up in Appalachia. It was really weird seeing all these places I haven't seen in years and to also see them wrecked. When things like torandos get into those moutains there aren't many places for them to go and they just pinball around.




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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

THE TITLE IS: DVDs AND A GREAT BOOK

Over the past few days I have enjoyed from the library quite a few items, mostly DVDs. Eternals by Neil Gaiman and John Romita Jr. was a very good read and as soon as I have extra cash it will be added to my collection. Maybe put it somewhere near this. If I only had money for that also.

One of the DVDs I checked out of the library was Happy Feet. It was ok but I liked Surfs Up better and most of the people I know are reverse on the subject.

We did a mini Matt Damon marathon with The Good Shepard and The Bourne Ultimatum. I enjoyed the Bourne Series a lot more than I thought I would and was sort of disapointed in The Good Shepard. It had two people working in it I liked a lot and it just felt bland to me. Though with two Matt Damon movies it was sort of a marathon in the Queen's honor. She would like to be doing this.

The best pick from this bunch I obtained from the library was Ugly Betty: The First Season. Wave and myself loved this series and regret not having cable so we can catch up on Betty's days.

C.
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Monday, March 3, 2008

THE TITLE IS: MISOGYNY IN COMICS

From Occasional Superheroine today came a list called Misogyny A Go-Go. This is a look at at quite a few post on Misogyny in the comic book industry. I think everyone should read these if you are a feminist, comic book fan, have been a comic book fan, or have ever really thought about being one or just saw one of those crappy Batman movies they made inbetween Keaton and Bale.

See the thing with me is if one or two of those things happen every once in a while I think you would have to say, "Must be an ass drawing that or desgining this." but these are pretty wide spread and happen a hell of a lot. Not just in comics though, throughout the entertainment industry, but when you look at a smaller industry such as comics and it is small compared to the film industry then you have to say, What the fuck is going on? When I see something like this Supergirl statue I first think. You are covering up the Superman symbol you dumbasses, Where's your marketing department, out buying crack? But I also think, a little over sexualized there, a bit, maybe? Could be pushing away female buyers. You know the women are allowed to buy things these day too? It seems like no one is asking these questions within these companies or if they are they are being drowned over.

May the dollars you don't get from the people you push down be the ones that put you out of businese.

See I had no problem with this. Just my opinion but this make me think and for once there was a high priced statue I did not have the money for which I did not feel about being poor and not having the money for.

I'm not going to go into all the links but think about this. All of those are fairly recent. All of those have basically been glossed over by the companies. I might be mistaken but I don't think one word of, "We are sorry. We made a mistake. We see how this could hurt some people." came out of anyones lips. These are instances against women. If it had been racial there would have been editors fired or at least a fake, "We are sorry." letter. When women are part of the buying and working populus of a industry and that industry can not even be fake sorry about what they are presenting then you have to truly ask yourslef how far does their insensitivity, disrepect, and hatred of women go?

C.
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Sunday, March 2, 2008

THE TITLE IS: ARTIST HELP

Below came from here. I'm reposting. I hope I didn't screw up the links. I redid them for blogger after them being on live journal first.
C.

Rachel Nabors ("Rachel the Great"weekly manga for gurl.com) is raising money to get her teeth fixed. She has no insurance. Whee.

Tavisha Wolfgarth (Reality Check!, Shutterbox) is negotiating the fallout of her disabled mother wandering away from her care facility. Her mom was found, but that is just the beginning of the mess. Tavi's wallet is pretty flat from all the driving (in L.A., at California gas prices!) to sort her mother out, and she has barely started.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING as "not much" when it comes to helping with cash. As I have said many times (and will say until I am blue in the keys), "not much" multiplied is a LOT. $5. x 100 is $500. See?

Here's Rachel's donation page:


And here is Tavi's donation page:


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THE TITLE IS: QUEEN OVER IN OUR PALACE

Had a good time watching movies and running our mouths last night with our friend Queen. We watched Secret Window and Whats Eating Gilbert Grape. Whenever you get the Queen and Wave together the time usually turns into a Johnny Depp movie marathon; which is cool. I like Johnny also.

Wave and the Queen making Ducktape wallets.

The Queen celebrates her success.

The ladies send me into the kitchen to make drinks and snacks.

They loved my snack making skills.

C.
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