C.
(c)brian c. williams
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Friday, November 30, 2007
THE TITLE IS: COOKIE DANGER
Did you know if you put a cookie in the microwave it would burn fast and start smoking? Well, I didn't and I filled the apartment with smoke tonight. Now everything including my sexy next door neighbor smells like burnt cookie.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
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(c)brian c. williams
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
THE TITLE IS: "SHE ATE FIVE OF THEM ALREADY."
Finished up the 2nd Draft of Stereo tonight and also sent it off to the editor. Oh, and speaking of Stereo remember that if anyone wishes to pick up any merchandise with the first promotional image for the book on it they can gohere. All money will go towards me and my habits, some pure and most not so much so but those are the fun ones.
Tonight I'm also starting the typing up of the 1st Draft of my third book.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
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Tonight I'm also starting the typing up of the 1st Draft of my third book.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
THE TITLE IS: GROWING UP PUSSY
Robin, I can not wait until the pagan tree decorating happens. I will be there with my badly dressed poor self. Will it be the The Caveman, The Hillybilly, The Model, and The Rage once again for all the fun?
Touch, You asked about the poster to the right of my Avengers poster? The big one is some short of tribal warrior print, I don't know the artist, I picked it up at the mall once. The print was only like 15dollars but the framing cost me some where around 80. Though this was back in my Program Planner days when I had lots of cash. If you was speaking of the smaller one? That is a framed print of a peice of art and a poem by Neil Gaiman about 911.
Robin and Mr. ECFPC rescused this stray and found it a home. Right now it's sitting on our balcony until the person who is taking it comes to pick it up.
On the writing front. I am finishing up the final touches on the 2nd Draft of Stereo this week. Then it will go back to the editor for another polish and then it will be very much as it will be seen when it finally becomes a book.
My neck and back are much better but I think I maybe at the age were a injury like these may stay around lingering and hurting for a while after the main injury pains go away. I also recently discovered that I can not sleep on pain killers and so if I take them near bed time I have to let the effects wear off before going to bed which makes taking them sort of useless because one of the few reasons I do take them is so I can sleep past all the pains that hurt right now?
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Touch, You asked about the poster to the right of my Avengers poster? The big one is some short of tribal warrior print, I don't know the artist, I picked it up at the mall once. The print was only like 15dollars but the framing cost me some where around 80. Though this was back in my Program Planner days when I had lots of cash. If you was speaking of the smaller one? That is a framed print of a peice of art and a poem by Neil Gaiman about 911.
Robin and Mr. ECFPC rescused this stray and found it a home. Right now it's sitting on our balcony until the person who is taking it comes to pick it up. On the writing front. I am finishing up the final touches on the 2nd Draft of Stereo this week. Then it will go back to the editor for another polish and then it will be very much as it will be seen when it finally becomes a book.
My neck and back are much better but I think I maybe at the age were a injury like these may stay around lingering and hurting for a while after the main injury pains go away. I also recently discovered that I can not sleep on pain killers and so if I take them near bed time I have to let the effects wear off before going to bed which makes taking them sort of useless because one of the few reasons I do take them is so I can sleep past all the pains that hurt right now?
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Monday, November 26, 2007
THE TITLE IS: A NICE COOKED OUT FOURSOME
The writer and his favorite editor and one of his best friends.
This is how you make a editor happy if your writing drives her nuts and running out off the room at times.
Fuck the hoildays, just spend good time with friends and loved ones....
...and friends of friends who you hope to have as a friend in your life.
And hopefully at the end of the night you may get attacked by a model...
...who slashs as your editor.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Friday, November 23, 2007
THE TITLE IS: JESBUS JUMPING IN THE AIR
Thursday, November 22, 2007
THE TITLE IS: HOLIDAYS ON ICE
It's 12am. My best friend and my lover is sleeping in the other room. I had a night of good company, food, and movies. Now I'm still awake watching Kill Bill Vol.2 drinking a water bottle with a pain pill dropped in for fun. The holidays I have always belived are lies and fail safes for those who want to belive they are treating those they love right. A couple times a year most people will buy gifts and invite family and friends over to eat and they will speak of love and joy and caring. I speak of these thing all year for those I love. Each day. Every hour. Holidays are not real anymore than a gift is any true measure of caring.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
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(c)brian c. williams
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THE TITLE IS: MY SORT OF LIST
I'm not feeling that great so I say I'm not sorry but this may get a little dark or emo before I am done writing. Just thought I should let you know ahead of time. Plus who the fuck is happy this time of year. No wonder so many sucides happen during the holidays.
I'm living in a nation. We are living in a world where the worst possiable thing you can do or be is yourself. And the second worst possiable thing you can do is be different or not agree along lines any sort of lines. My mind doesn't flow within lines. My reality is lineless.
All my life I have been sick. From birth to the seconds I have been typing this blog I have been in pain. Breathing, aching, feeling, sickly pain. I have been thinking about the blog entry I am writing for the passt few days and thus I need to get it out.
Don't see this survey list on Myspace now do you?
The first time I almost died was when I was born. Born with basically one lung they told my mother I would probably die within a year. Later when I was older I heard a doctor tell her I would be dead before I turn 25. I have always felt like I have been living on barrowed time since I clicked into 26 and now decaying into 32.
The second time I almost died was at a water park on a family vacation when I jumped into the wave pool and the only thing that saved me was lacking onto the back of a fat women who pulled me ashore. I have had the love for the big ladies ever since.
The third time I almost died was when a relative of mine had me pinned up against a tree and he whispered into my ear that if I told anyone about this he would kill me. I didn't say anything until years later but no one belived me. He is dead now. I win.
The 4th time I almost died was when I tried to run away from home once. I hitchhiked a ride with someone to get back home because I remembered Doctor Who was on PBS tonight. Later, years later I found out the guy who gave me a ride that night lived on to kill a young girl in my home town.
The 5th time I almost died was when I took a over dose of pills. It didn't work.
And so came the 6th time I almost died which was in high school when I defended someone who said he was gay and did not hide it. Not the best way to introduce yourself in Redneckville USA. Most of the football team took me into a room one day and beat me up but when I fought back and attacked one of them later in the year I lost a few days of being at school for being a problem studant.
The 7th time I almost died was when I came home one day, walked into my bedroom, locked the door, pulled out the gun my dad gave me, put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger. I had forgot to replace the one bullet after cleaning that stayed in there at all times. I shoke too badly to put the bullet in and cried myself to sleep that night.
The 8th time I almost died was when when I was walking home when I had to walk everywhere I went when I first moved to Florida and two high school punks pulled me into the bushes and took what little money I had in my wallet. One of them held a knife to my thoat, his hand shaking, shouting how much he wanted to slit my throat.
The 9th time I almost died was almost choking at Applebee's on a steak. Chew your food children.
The 10th time I almost died was again...almost choking but this time at Friday's.
Why has this list haunted my mind the past few days? I have no idea but now it is no longer swimming within me.
Next time children we can discuss the dangers of being open minded in a small bum fuck but not any good way town for most of your life. But until then please sit back and listen to the calming sounds of Mr. Barry Manillow!!!
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
I'm living in a nation. We are living in a world where the worst possiable thing you can do or be is yourself. And the second worst possiable thing you can do is be different or not agree along lines any sort of lines. My mind doesn't flow within lines. My reality is lineless.
All my life I have been sick. From birth to the seconds I have been typing this blog I have been in pain. Breathing, aching, feeling, sickly pain. I have been thinking about the blog entry I am writing for the passt few days and thus I need to get it out.
Don't see this survey list on Myspace now do you?
The first time I almost died was when I was born. Born with basically one lung they told my mother I would probably die within a year. Later when I was older I heard a doctor tell her I would be dead before I turn 25. I have always felt like I have been living on barrowed time since I clicked into 26 and now decaying into 32.
The second time I almost died was at a water park on a family vacation when I jumped into the wave pool and the only thing that saved me was lacking onto the back of a fat women who pulled me ashore. I have had the love for the big ladies ever since.
The third time I almost died was when a relative of mine had me pinned up against a tree and he whispered into my ear that if I told anyone about this he would kill me. I didn't say anything until years later but no one belived me. He is dead now. I win.
The 4th time I almost died was when I tried to run away from home once. I hitchhiked a ride with someone to get back home because I remembered Doctor Who was on PBS tonight. Later, years later I found out the guy who gave me a ride that night lived on to kill a young girl in my home town.
The 5th time I almost died was when I took a over dose of pills. It didn't work.
And so came the 6th time I almost died which was in high school when I defended someone who said he was gay and did not hide it. Not the best way to introduce yourself in Redneckville USA. Most of the football team took me into a room one day and beat me up but when I fought back and attacked one of them later in the year I lost a few days of being at school for being a problem studant.
The 7th time I almost died was when I came home one day, walked into my bedroom, locked the door, pulled out the gun my dad gave me, put it in my mouth and pulled the trigger. I had forgot to replace the one bullet after cleaning that stayed in there at all times. I shoke too badly to put the bullet in and cried myself to sleep that night.
The 8th time I almost died was when when I was walking home when I had to walk everywhere I went when I first moved to Florida and two high school punks pulled me into the bushes and took what little money I had in my wallet. One of them held a knife to my thoat, his hand shaking, shouting how much he wanted to slit my throat.
The 9th time I almost died was almost choking at Applebee's on a steak. Chew your food children.
The 10th time I almost died was again...almost choking but this time at Friday's.
Why has this list haunted my mind the past few days? I have no idea but now it is no longer swimming within me.
Next time children we can discuss the dangers of being open minded in a small bum fuck but not any good way town for most of your life. But until then please sit back and listen to the calming sounds of Mr. Barry Manillow!!!
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Monday, November 19, 2007
THE TITLE IS: ANOTHER 1ST DRAFT IN
Sunday, November 18, 2007
THE TITLE IS: GREAT KINGS OF MEN
We woke up this morning had great sex. You know, Great Sex. Then we went out grocery shopping after reading for a few hours. Well, I was reading, Mar was mostly bugging the shit out of me. She brought me Boy Toy by Barry Lyga home from the library the other day. He is the same writer who wrote The Astonishing Adventures Of Fanboy And Goth Girl which I enjoyed. I broke into the current books I'm reading to read it and I should have it finished before the night is out.
Now we are sitting watching the Lord Of The Rings movies while eating KFC.
I need to write at least for a few hours tonight but Mar needs to use the computer to check her shit so I will turn it over to her. Since it's her computer it seems to be the right thing to do.
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Now we are sitting watching the Lord Of The Rings movies while eating KFC.
I need to write at least for a few hours tonight but Mar needs to use the computer to check her shit so I will turn it over to her. Since it's her computer it seems to be the right thing to do.
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Saturday, November 17, 2007
THE TITLE IS: MOTHERS, BLOOD, AND THE WAYS THEY MAKE YOU SICK
I have another bad tooth. I just need to have them all yanked out but it seems like dentists do not like pulling out a lot of teeth even if you don't have many left and have proven your inability to take care of said teeth in the past or currently. They would rather you still have them. Still having them means money. Bastards. I want to go to the dentist and say pull the fucker but I know they will say we need xrays and need to try and save it. Maybe if I just tell them, "I might, I say might be able to afford to have the tooth pulled but if you do all the other shit the bill is just going to sit in the huge collection of bills I get every month which is killing trees and killing the Earth so STOP KILLING THE PLANET AND PULL THE FUCKING TOOTH!" But I don't think that would work?
My back is feeling a lot better but still is very stiff and sore. I fine as long as I laying down or walking or standing but sitting still hurts a bit. I must have really fucked it up because its taking me forever to recover and there for a while I could barly move.
At the moment I'm trying to type up one of the first drafts I wrote by hand when I was for the most part flat on my back whinning and also working on a few short story submissions.
Oh, and I got a call from my mom today. I'm thirty something years old, ask Mar, I forget the number, and my mom can still make me feel like shit by doing nothing mean or calious but for being a mom. I love her but mom calls usually do not go well. It's usually-"What are you doing with your life?" "So and so just got married that you went to school with." "When are you coming home for a visit?" "Are you still dating **insert the name of the love of my life but move still asks if she has gotten tired of me yet every time**"
Backs acting up again. Will post again tomorrow.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
My back is feeling a lot better but still is very stiff and sore. I fine as long as I laying down or walking or standing but sitting still hurts a bit. I must have really fucked it up because its taking me forever to recover and there for a while I could barly move.
At the moment I'm trying to type up one of the first drafts I wrote by hand when I was for the most part flat on my back whinning and also working on a few short story submissions.
Oh, and I got a call from my mom today. I'm thirty something years old, ask Mar, I forget the number, and my mom can still make me feel like shit by doing nothing mean or calious but for being a mom. I love her but mom calls usually do not go well. It's usually-"What are you doing with your life?" "So and so just got married that you went to school with." "When are you coming home for a visit?" "Are you still dating **insert the name of the love of my life but move still asks if she has gotten tired of me yet every time**"
Backs acting up again. Will post again tomorrow.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
THE TITLE IS: MY BACK IS GETTING BETTER, NOW I JUST NEED TO
Went to Orlando with Mar the other day. She had to attend a training seminar for her job. I sat in the preppy filled hotel reading a Doctor Who book while watching all of these businese and social gathering elites giving me weird looks as I sat there in my self made shorts and Silver Surfer t-shirt with no front teeth and a home made mowhawk hair cut. I felt like leaning back in my chair in the lobby and scratching myself just to see someone of them drop dead in horror.
While in Orlando we stopped of at Bad Apple Comics. I had been wishing to go there ever since I came to Florida but things never aligned enough when in Orlando to make it happen. I love the lay out of the store and Mar bought me a Doctor Who
10th Doctor figure. She really knows how to reach my inner geekdom. We also stopped off at Lush, Best Buy, and B&N but we make it out without spending too much. Just picked up a few things at Best Buy and Lush.
On the writing front. I just finished up another first draft of a book last night. Since my back has for the most part keep me from sitting without it being torture and then only for a few minutes I have been working on first drafts of a number of other books in being written by hand in notebooks while my back is at its current state. I actually have four 1st Drafts finished that need to be typed up. Though the past few days my back feeling better but in the time it took me to type this entry it has went from hurting to I can't handle feel most of my body except for pain....
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
While in Orlando we stopped of at Bad Apple Comics. I had been wishing to go there ever since I came to Florida but things never aligned enough when in Orlando to make it happen. I love the lay out of the store and Mar bought me a Doctor Who
10th Doctor figure. She really knows how to reach my inner geekdom. We also stopped off at Lush, Best Buy, and B&N but we make it out without spending too much. Just picked up a few things at Best Buy and Lush.On the writing front. I just finished up another first draft of a book last night. Since my back has for the most part keep me from sitting without it being torture and then only for a few minutes I have been working on first drafts of a number of other books in being written by hand in notebooks while my back is at its current state. I actually have four 1st Drafts finished that need to be typed up. Though the past few days my back feeling better but in the time it took me to type this entry it has went from hurting to I can't handle feel most of my body except for pain....
C.
(c)brian c. williams
SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
Saturday, November 10, 2007
THE TITLE IS: AWAY WRITING OR DRINKING
I have seen several bloggers who use a certain image on their blog to let people know they are away writing or such. Below is the image I will be using when away writing which I need to concentrate on for a little while. I will be away writing when using this or drinking or maybe a lot of both.
Thanks,
C.
Thanks,
C.
Friday, November 9, 2007
THE TITLE IS: A PHOTO IS WORTH A LAZY BLOG ENTRY
The past couple days has been Hell because my back has been hurting so much I could hardly stand or walk or move a muscle one. Yes, even that one. I applied for about eight jobs yesterday but until I feel good enough to sit at a chair for any amount of time I will just post some photos.
This is a photo of the bedroom of our old place during the move.
This pic is of our old living room during the move.
Me after moving the first couple of boxes into the new place. All moved in now. Maybe that is why my back is killing me?
When we got everything moved in we celebrated with a cook out. Grill from Wal-Mart if I remember right?
Before we moved into the new place they painted it. And as well they painted over a bee hive or two.
Once we moved in completly we got our drink on with Robin.
And I have spent most of my time of late watching Mar's South Park dvds.
So that is all for this entry. Stay safe everyone and remember lift with your legs.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
System*Productions
This is a photo of the bedroom of our old place during the move.
This pic is of our old living room during the move.
Me after moving the first couple of boxes into the new place. All moved in now. Maybe that is why my back is killing me?
When we got everything moved in we celebrated with a cook out. Grill from Wal-Mart if I remember right?
Before we moved into the new place they painted it. And as well they painted over a bee hive or two.
Once we moved in completly we got our drink on with Robin.
And I have spent most of my time of late watching Mar's South Park dvds.So that is all for this entry. Stay safe everyone and remember lift with your legs.
C.
(c)brian c. williams
System*Productions
Friday, November 2, 2007
THE TITLE IS: MOVING AROUND A MODEL
We are officially moved into our new place. Much nicer, a balcony, and room for use to dance while cooking in the kitchen. Now I will just have to deal with getting into it with my old land lord about what he should be giving me back with my deposit. I know more than likely the amount will be nothing but I’m just waiting for my chance to go off on his ass about a lot of shit I never exploded about because…well, there was this thing about me living there and needing a place to live but now I’m not there and some will be getting a ear full from me. I think this fucker should face me face to face before I turn my keys over to him so we can discuss some things like him giving other people keys to the place so they can come in at will, charging me for repairs that were not in my lease to pay, and the just in general face of me being a prick and not caring for his money grubbing terrorist ass…
Rant over…
……………………….rambling beginning…
I got a call from a company I applied to a year ago today saying I had a job with them. The only problem is the job is too far away for me to drive and for it to actually be worth the money spent to match the money coming in. Also I called them about a interview because I first got a interview email notice and I was told to call another number and when I did so the lady answered and said the email was just a formality and they would try to get me a little above minimum wage. The thing is I never interviewed with them or anything? I can’t take the job because of gas and such would probably have me only making about 30bucks per check but I think they may have mixed me up with someone else in that I do have the most generic name outside of John. John’s are just so generic : )
This seemed a lot more interesting when it happen to me than it came out in the writing here…Well….ok…. Moving on…
Taxi cab riders on the backs of women who he is using as they take their footsteps in their daily lives so he can travel to cities to stick it in anything cardboard or breathing can kiss my ass. You figure that out and one you know me enough to know who I’m talking about and two you need therapy because I don’t even think it makes sense to the topic I was thinking about.
Currently listening to, The Green Goblin Project, on Robin’s computer. Go look them up and buy the CD….
Currently reading a bottle of bills…… I want me some :(
Currently missing Mar…
Currently wondering if I had a thought In Theory of what the memory of life was then it would take me to The Next Phase and show The Measure Of A Man.
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
©SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
brian c. williams
Rant over…
……………………….rambling beginning…
I got a call from a company I applied to a year ago today saying I had a job with them. The only problem is the job is too far away for me to drive and for it to actually be worth the money spent to match the money coming in. Also I called them about a interview because I first got a interview email notice and I was told to call another number and when I did so the lady answered and said the email was just a formality and they would try to get me a little above minimum wage. The thing is I never interviewed with them or anything? I can’t take the job because of gas and such would probably have me only making about 30bucks per check but I think they may have mixed me up with someone else in that I do have the most generic name outside of John. John’s are just so generic : )
This seemed a lot more interesting when it happen to me than it came out in the writing here…Well….ok…. Moving on…
Taxi cab riders on the backs of women who he is using as they take their footsteps in their daily lives so he can travel to cities to stick it in anything cardboard or breathing can kiss my ass. You figure that out and one you know me enough to know who I’m talking about and two you need therapy because I don’t even think it makes sense to the topic I was thinking about.
Currently listening to, The Green Goblin Project, on Robin’s computer. Go look them up and buy the CD….
Currently reading a bottle of bills…… I want me some :(
Currently missing Mar…
Currently wondering if I had a thought In Theory of what the memory of life was then it would take me to The Next Phase and show The Measure Of A Man.
Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.
©SYSTEM*PRODUCTIONS
brian c. williams
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