C.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
PERFECT BY NATURE
My day job is sending me out of town to work at one of their other plants one weekend soon. They are putting me and Wave up in a hotel at the beach for the night and paying our expenses. Sounds cool because I have never been to Jacksonville and really is there no better sex than hotel sex,
C.
C.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
HOUSE WITHOUT REALITY MEANS DRAMA?
written 11/29/09
I do not like my entertainment with much reality. I tend to like fantasy and drama with elements fantasy much more than straight dramatic works. And that is how I write also. Though the television series HOUSE is one I have enjoyed watching. But the current storyline of a cop out to get Dr. House for his mistreatment of him is out into fantasy land if you ask me. I just hate when a drama, a show or book, which calls itself fiction instead of labeling on another part to that such as Sci-Fi or Fantasy Fiction takes this turn of ignoring the cold facts of what would really happen in this sort of situation. No cop could go and do all the things this cop has done with everyone knowing he is doing it to get even and not get his head handed to him.
Now I enjoyed last nights episode which I came home to find my love had recorded for me but what I think what really irks me about this current storyline on the show is how so called big dramas get praised as the real fiction when other great works are basically ignored or given a special title category when it comes to awards show bright lights and lets kiss ass. If you ask me all fiction should just be called fantasy as people should get over labeling everything in life. Though that is not going to happen is it.
Then again I’m just writing and I’m based on a false story.
As I mentioned earlier during my little rant I came home from a very long day of work to find a note from my love who was already asleep and a DVDR of House and SVU or as I like to call it SUV. She left me some stew to which I really needed since I was starving from the long day. So I watched House and some of SVU before going to bed. I hope to get home earlier tonight so we can actually talk to each other outside of the phone and talking in our sleep.
She talks about school, I think I just cry from wet dreams.
Still no longer phone active right now, still having problems working out how to organize things on my MP3 player to get the most songs on it and in some sort of order, and still working on how to blog and make it worth it for others to read. Right now I have only told one person about this blog and that is the one who sleeps beside me at night.
Back to the day job, the bosses are in the building today,
C.
I do not like my entertainment with much reality. I tend to like fantasy and drama with elements fantasy much more than straight dramatic works. And that is how I write also. Though the television series HOUSE is one I have enjoyed watching. But the current storyline of a cop out to get Dr. House for his mistreatment of him is out into fantasy land if you ask me. I just hate when a drama, a show or book, which calls itself fiction instead of labeling on another part to that such as Sci-Fi or Fantasy Fiction takes this turn of ignoring the cold facts of what would really happen in this sort of situation. No cop could go and do all the things this cop has done with everyone knowing he is doing it to get even and not get his head handed to him.
Now I enjoyed last nights episode which I came home to find my love had recorded for me but what I think what really irks me about this current storyline on the show is how so called big dramas get praised as the real fiction when other great works are basically ignored or given a special title category when it comes to awards show bright lights and lets kiss ass. If you ask me all fiction should just be called fantasy as people should get over labeling everything in life. Though that is not going to happen is it.
Then again I’m just writing and I’m based on a false story.
As I mentioned earlier during my little rant I came home from a very long day of work to find a note from my love who was already asleep and a DVDR of House and SVU or as I like to call it SUV. She left me some stew to which I really needed since I was starving from the long day. So I watched House and some of SVU before going to bed. I hope to get home earlier tonight so we can actually talk to each other outside of the phone and talking in our sleep.
She talks about school, I think I just cry from wet dreams.
Still no longer phone active right now, still having problems working out how to organize things on my MP3 player to get the most songs on it and in some sort of order, and still working on how to blog and make it worth it for others to read. Right now I have only told one person about this blog and that is the one who sleeps beside me at night.
Back to the day job, the bosses are in the building today,
C.
ULTIMATE NAPS
written 11/28/09
Started the new hours they are throwing at me at my pay the rent job. They put me on a mid day shift which really basically means I will not have time to do anything during the week and I was told I would have to be on call for weekends also. I really need to get on a schedule now when it comes to getting things done because I really will not have time to do much of anything unless I schedule time for writing, house work, and other such things beyond the money income side of my life.
One day I may actually do laundry without being threatened into it by my love or those who have to be near me. But finding time gives me even more of an excuse than just being lazy.
I received a great new phone for my birthday from my love. I love it, its so cool, the first cell phone I have had which has color screens and a camera and it flips like in a bad scene but really good from the original Star Trek. The only problem is we are having a bugger of a time trying to get my service changed over so right now I have two phones and neither one works. Sort of cool though because no one can call me and bug me about bullshit, Not so cool when it comes down to not being able to text with my love about the B.S. life throws at us in general as our days progress.
Last night I started outlining a at work book to write while here during brakes since I am here so much. I like to do that since I tend to have a lot of desk jobs. I tend to be in a total different mood and frame of mind when working so I like to work on two different projects usually at once. One at home and one at work. Though if deadlines creep up I cross those over at times to get things done.
Since I got this new job I have not gotten much writing done at all. I wrote a 1st draft of a youth book when I was unemployed after the layoff and need to get back to that project also some day because that story was turning out pretty nice. I have always had the hardest time focusing on one or two projects and not starting new ones along the way and basically finishing nothing at all. I think tonight I need to make a writing plan for the new year. 2006 saw a couple of projects start that looked really promising but they seemed to have drowned for a more than a few reasons. I actually would not mind doing more of the PDF e-mail collections I did this year but will have to see if I can fit those in when I do the writing schedule. I know I can’t do them monthly like I was doing because more than anything else the quality suffered big time on them when I was doing that considering I was writing, doing graphics, editing, and all the rest on them while working 13 hour days.
Last night couldn’t sleep so I watched the copy of ULTIMATE AVENGERS 2 that I picked up the other day. I liked the first one, the second one… well the best thing about the second DVD was the interview with the creators of the original ULTIMATES comics. They really missed the ball with these and though entertaining they did not capture the raw energy of the comics. Though to be honest the trailer for the new Iron Man direct to DVD animated movie looks pretty cool, I found that on the net the other day. Watch it be better than the movie they are going to make. That movie is going to have some much CGI in it, it might as well just be all animated itself.
Well, back to the paperwork which never gets caught up,
C.
Started the new hours they are throwing at me at my pay the rent job. They put me on a mid day shift which really basically means I will not have time to do anything during the week and I was told I would have to be on call for weekends also. I really need to get on a schedule now when it comes to getting things done because I really will not have time to do much of anything unless I schedule time for writing, house work, and other such things beyond the money income side of my life.
One day I may actually do laundry without being threatened into it by my love or those who have to be near me. But finding time gives me even more of an excuse than just being lazy.
I received a great new phone for my birthday from my love. I love it, its so cool, the first cell phone I have had which has color screens and a camera and it flips like in a bad scene but really good from the original Star Trek. The only problem is we are having a bugger of a time trying to get my service changed over so right now I have two phones and neither one works. Sort of cool though because no one can call me and bug me about bullshit, Not so cool when it comes down to not being able to text with my love about the B.S. life throws at us in general as our days progress.
Last night I started outlining a at work book to write while here during brakes since I am here so much. I like to do that since I tend to have a lot of desk jobs. I tend to be in a total different mood and frame of mind when working so I like to work on two different projects usually at once. One at home and one at work. Though if deadlines creep up I cross those over at times to get things done.
Since I got this new job I have not gotten much writing done at all. I wrote a 1st draft of a youth book when I was unemployed after the layoff and need to get back to that project also some day because that story was turning out pretty nice. I have always had the hardest time focusing on one or two projects and not starting new ones along the way and basically finishing nothing at all. I think tonight I need to make a writing plan for the new year. 2006 saw a couple of projects start that looked really promising but they seemed to have drowned for a more than a few reasons. I actually would not mind doing more of the PDF e-mail collections I did this year but will have to see if I can fit those in when I do the writing schedule. I know I can’t do them monthly like I was doing because more than anything else the quality suffered big time on them when I was doing that considering I was writing, doing graphics, editing, and all the rest on them while working 13 hour days.
Last night couldn’t sleep so I watched the copy of ULTIMATE AVENGERS 2 that I picked up the other day. I liked the first one, the second one… well the best thing about the second DVD was the interview with the creators of the original ULTIMATES comics. They really missed the ball with these and though entertaining they did not capture the raw energy of the comics. Though to be honest the trailer for the new Iron Man direct to DVD animated movie looks pretty cool, I found that on the net the other day. Watch it be better than the movie they are going to make. That movie is going to have some much CGI in it, it might as well just be all animated itself.
Well, back to the paperwork which never gets caught up,
C.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Blogs are the free hot dogs at the car dealership of the internet
Why did I start this blog? Did I need to move on to a new, different, and better designed blog? Was this a subconscious effort on my part to move onto that next golden faze of my life? Nay, just can not help myself sometimes when it comes to change. I have a blog over at MySpace (link to be provided somewhere on here if I figure out how to do it)
I have had so many different blogs, journals, or of the sort online since I first entered the net and spent 17 hours straight just looking up Doctor Who stuff. All of those have probably died out now or been deleted by me or others. I sometimes wonder what all I have on the net with my name on it? Does any of my fan fiction still exist out there saved on a computer somewhere? How about poems I posted on sites but never copied for myself? Are any of the many sites I started and stopped and started and forgot about still flashing away to be randomly found by people searching for porn? Who knows, I think I would be scared shitless if I ran across some of that stuff by accident, other people would just see how Goth in mood and bad in writing I was at those stages in my life. Though some of those stages are not that long ago to be honest.
I actually discovered this home of a certain sort of blogs by finding the site of a writer I read whenever he comes out with something new, that writer being Paul Cornell. Can’t wait to read his Wisdom mini series from Marvel Comics…though I probably will wait until the trade comes out but I found his blog and followed links and links to links and links to links of very strangely connected links and found myself signing up to create a new blog without really thinking about it. Maybe it’s the word FREE that they throw at you.
Or maybe I was just tired of MySpace. Liked it, think its cool even though corporate owned but little is not these days. I think I was a wee bit over it in a I keep forgetting it existed sort of manner. Though the first post here was posted there first. Hey, I had to put something here when I set the thing up. I did not know I would be this bored out of my mind at the pay the rent job and not having anything else to do but write another post about why this exists. Sort of a blog starting version of Goth poetry.
What I wish for this blog to be used for is to update people on my current life skips, huddles, and runs. Like how boring work is today. I should probably take the time to write a short story but I’ll probably see if I can bum 60cents off someone to buy a soda since the change machine does not care for the five I keep trying to feed it. Soda’s are my drug.
I have had so many different blogs, journals, or of the sort online since I first entered the net and spent 17 hours straight just looking up Doctor Who stuff. All of those have probably died out now or been deleted by me or others. I sometimes wonder what all I have on the net with my name on it? Does any of my fan fiction still exist out there saved on a computer somewhere? How about poems I posted on sites but never copied for myself? Are any of the many sites I started and stopped and started and forgot about still flashing away to be randomly found by people searching for porn? Who knows, I think I would be scared shitless if I ran across some of that stuff by accident, other people would just see how Goth in mood and bad in writing I was at those stages in my life. Though some of those stages are not that long ago to be honest.
I actually discovered this home of a certain sort of blogs by finding the site of a writer I read whenever he comes out with something new, that writer being Paul Cornell. Can’t wait to read his Wisdom mini series from Marvel Comics…though I probably will wait until the trade comes out but I found his blog and followed links and links to links and links to links of very strangely connected links and found myself signing up to create a new blog without really thinking about it. Maybe it’s the word FREE that they throw at you.
Or maybe I was just tired of MySpace. Liked it, think its cool even though corporate owned but little is not these days. I think I was a wee bit over it in a I keep forgetting it existed sort of manner. Though the first post here was posted there first. Hey, I had to put something here when I set the thing up. I did not know I would be this bored out of my mind at the pay the rent job and not having anything else to do but write another post about why this exists. Sort of a blog starting version of Goth poetry.
What I wish for this blog to be used for is to update people on my current life skips, huddles, and runs. Like how boring work is today. I should probably take the time to write a short story but I’ll probably see if I can bum 60cents off someone to buy a soda since the change machine does not care for the five I keep trying to feed it. Soda’s are my drug.
Under The Lines Of War
It’s a touch the plague thoughts that straddle a reluctant search of words seeking the joys of seeing all of life in the cancer sores that infest it. It is a hold onto the around all the pretty flowers and happy home maker lies that are not the beautiful things in creation but the beautiful misdirection’s that follow us through life.
Those are my thoughts as to why I write. It is not therapy because the best therapy comes from getting that extra inch out of your tongue to make someone you love ultra happy or knowing you may go to Hell when you die but at least you will not have to share a room with George Bush because they are going to stick that fucker on a completely different level of burn.
It sure is not about fame and fortune because Paris Hilton may have both but lets see her heart swell when she sees the smile on the face of a good friends child’s eyes as she runs in circles and plays. Who gives a fuck if your rich, I would still run you off the road in your oversized car the same as I would any redneck if I knew I could get away with it. The honesty that would come out of peoples actions if only they knew they could do things without getting jail time. Be a lot more dead politicians don’t you think.
Lets see the new hot pop peeze licker get anything out of sharing the differences between each of his friends including those lucky enough to not fall into the trap of Holier than now notions or MySpace living. Skip the photo shoots and give me plenty of Nighttime PM and I will be living Entertainment Tonight every night before bed and all the focus celebs can kiss my ass because fame and fortune are like a blow job without love…Just cross dressed and moldy around the lips.
I write because as a friend once told me, “I think your destined to piss off a large number of the people on this planet.” Well, the prophets have spoken, that one being a cute Canadian lady, and with those words of wisdom and the lyrics from some underground bands who faded out before they could even burn light I continue on writing words and spreading them as little pieces of the disease that this world made me into. And come in close and listen to a little secret, ‘I might be fucked up. But I like it.’
From someone with no front teeth you would think I would keep my mouth shut. That’s what you get for thinking and this is what you will continue to get for making me wish to live on,
C.
Those are my thoughts as to why I write. It is not therapy because the best therapy comes from getting that extra inch out of your tongue to make someone you love ultra happy or knowing you may go to Hell when you die but at least you will not have to share a room with George Bush because they are going to stick that fucker on a completely different level of burn.
It sure is not about fame and fortune because Paris Hilton may have both but lets see her heart swell when she sees the smile on the face of a good friends child’s eyes as she runs in circles and plays. Who gives a fuck if your rich, I would still run you off the road in your oversized car the same as I would any redneck if I knew I could get away with it. The honesty that would come out of peoples actions if only they knew they could do things without getting jail time. Be a lot more dead politicians don’t you think.
Lets see the new hot pop peeze licker get anything out of sharing the differences between each of his friends including those lucky enough to not fall into the trap of Holier than now notions or MySpace living. Skip the photo shoots and give me plenty of Nighttime PM and I will be living Entertainment Tonight every night before bed and all the focus celebs can kiss my ass because fame and fortune are like a blow job without love…Just cross dressed and moldy around the lips.
I write because as a friend once told me, “I think your destined to piss off a large number of the people on this planet.” Well, the prophets have spoken, that one being a cute Canadian lady, and with those words of wisdom and the lyrics from some underground bands who faded out before they could even burn light I continue on writing words and spreading them as little pieces of the disease that this world made me into. And come in close and listen to a little secret, ‘I might be fucked up. But I like it.’
From someone with no front teeth you would think I would keep my mouth shut. That’s what you get for thinking and this is what you will continue to get for making me wish to live on,
C.
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