THE TITLE IS: I WILL HATE THE TREES AND EAT THEM

The Job Fair kind of sucked and felt kind of sexist to me but I'm too tired for ranting. I'm going to be going to the doctor because I have never felt this bad in my life and though I hate doctors and think sometimes voodo would do more for me I'm going to go because I'm also scared. I'm also changing my eating habits and Mar is also so it will make it easier on both of us.

C.

THE TITLE IS: I WILL HATE THE TREES AND EAT THEM

THE TITLE IS: THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE POSTED YESTERDAY

I’m trying to rest today and I’m feeling a little better. Tomorrow I will be a going to a Job Fair thingee and probably to the doctor later in the week. But lets think good thoughts but please keep the Care Bears away from me. I’m still a bit grouchy. Thanks to everyone who have left any sort of good thoughts since I left the old pay the rent job. The e-mails and comments are greatly appreciated.

Right now I’m watching Star Trek: The Next Generation. Robbin, it’s the episode with Barkley and the transporters. Next Generation is my favorite Trek series but a close second is actually Deep Space Nine. Though I have never been a big huge huge Star Trek fan I have always enjoyed watching the series when they are on. Well, I didn’t enjoy Enterprise but who the fuck did? Enterprise made Voyager look like Shakespeare.

Now some may see the following as bad thoughts but they really aren’t. I’ve always been a little Goth in nature so thoughts of death really never signal signs of depression. See lately I have been thinking if I die what would I leave behind. Now I’m not talking about friendships or such or money because I’m as broke as broke can be, I’m speaking as a writer. Now I’ve sold and had things published here and there but never anything in book form or a short story in any sort of wide distributed collection. As a writer I have been thinking would anyone even know how much writing meant to me and how much passion I had for the story we all as writers put a part in? The story of the whole of humanities imagination. What do I leave behind as my part to the story? So I’m writing like a mad man to finish as much of my writing as I can. I’m writing to put everything I have on paper down onto computer because no one can read my hand writing. Stupid thoughts I know from someone who has never had a major publication but how are they going to put all my writing bits into some sort of huge collection if they can’t read my hand writing?

Well, The Trek episode just ended and another is starting so I will end that thought and move on to reading more of Twilight.

Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.

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Brian C. Williams

THE TITLE IS: THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE POSTED YESTERDAY

THE TITLE IS: DESIGN FOR THE HUMAN DIME

Had a great time with friends last night hanging out and watching movies and running our mouths. Today I’m not really feeling much better. I think I’m going to go to the doctor in the next few days. I’ve been feeling really down and stressed so much and I also have been having little chest pains and with my terrible eating habits and family history those are not good signs. Yes, this scares me a whole lot. I’m stressed and it is making me sick but one of my biggest stressors is how sick I think I maybe. Right now just about the only way I can stay calm is when writing or reading. Yea, scared. Quite a bit.

Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.

As always if you have any comments you wish to make by e-mail you can contact me by:
hangofwednesday@gmail.com
If you wish for me to keep your name and information private please let me know so in the e-mail.

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brian c. williams

THE TITLE IS: DESIGN FOR THE HUMAN DIME

THE TITLE IS: NEED A PILL WITH A WILL TO HEAL

Will go grocery shopping today. Now to get me through the place without ordering the most unhealthy stuff in the world. Good thing is I have Mar to keep me from- one being Mr. Impulse Buyer and picking up everything I see that’s shiny and two to keep me from buy a cart full of beef jerky because I have always lead my life in a way that says, “There is never enough jerky in your life.”

I’m feeling better today but now it is time for me to try and clean up the living room a little. We have my scientist coming over for what will probably lead to drinks and deep thoughts. Now all we need to have is a model over and We Have A Party Happening! Though maybe a model would lead to inappropriate pictures. Here’s hoping! At least we aren’t having over any mooches who live off women and look like some sort of cheap porn director asshole….sorry, got inside and personal there for a bit. Anyone who does not know me personal should just put this bit out of their minds.

I have started reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. Need to finish that up before we go to the signing so I will not feel like a big dippy dope in getting my copy signed. After Twilight I plan to read Mort by Terry Pratchett from a recommendation from Katie from Katie‘s Reading. See the links to the right for her blog of book reviews of what she is and plans to read. I love her blog because most of what she reads I would not pick up on my own and thus I’m introduced to books I would not normally hear about.

I have to return to cleaning I guess. I’m such a slob. I wonder why Mar puts up with me? I guess I’m just too cute for words…..Mar stop the laughing while reading this. No laughing at the toothless guy when company is coming over.

Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.

THE TITLE IS: NEED A PILL WITH A WILL TO HEAL

THE TITLE IS: OH, YEA, THE MEAT PLATTER WAS A GOOD IDEA

The eye isn’t twitching today. My chest is hurting and I was bend over in the bedroom for a while tonight with what I think is either my old ulcer coming back or my old kidney stones coming back. Oh, you think it is stress related. No shit, had that idea myself. Un-directed bitching aside I watched and recorded Our Universe: The Big Bang the other night on The History Channel. I love that series. Robbin, I will bring it over when we come over unless I kill over between now and then. In that case its sitting on my copy of Wicked.
How do you thank someone for being a good influence in your life in a getting you interested in things you always thought yourself not smart enough to explore? Robbin, you opened my eyes to science in a way no teacher ever did. Now I guess I will have to add some real science in my stories with all the made up shit that comes out of my head. I am so glade your friendship has entered my life and not just for the reason I listed above. Now I know you can’t wait until I butcher a lot of science along with the English writing bit in a story but you will have to wait a bit longer because I have two other books ahead of that one.

Visited the bank to straighten out some shit not of my doing. Am I the only person who when they talk to someone at the bank thinks they only see you as a balance amount? I have a feeling if I waved a few hundreds into some of these peoples faces they might even smile in my direction. With as low as my bank account is they barley knowledge my existence. Might be because of the earlier bitching mode I spoke of but this entry maybe a back and forth between positive and negative writing.

Speaking of writing and a positive. The darker in tone first draft of a book I am writing hit the last stretch section of the book last night and I finished the rough first draft. Now that I know how the story is going to end I think I will end this notebook draft in the next couple of days and move onto a computer draft. I like this story but I may just release it for free as a PDF online. I think it maybe too hardcore and out there for publication.

Mar is doing the dishes because of my little sick spell earlier. I’m watching Simpsons and King Of The Hill as she does that. I really feel like shit and I know I’ve been saying it for years but I have to change the way I live. I need to exercise and eat better. Hell, I can’t die yet I really want to piss off a lot of people with my crappy writing before I go.

Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.

THE TITLE IS: OH, YEA, THE MEAT PLATTER WAS A GOOD IDEA

THE TITLE IS: EYE TWITCHING INTO INSANITY

My daily dietary habits make the National Heart Associations study on dietary habits scream in horror. And add to that now that my current stress level is making my left eye twitch like a crack addict walking through a Congressman’s office and I do not say that my health is in line right now. Now ever time its starts twitching really bad I turn for Mar to see and it stops. So no one else is seeing this yet and it maybe that fate and creation at large is teasing me as such or I’m going mad and this is all a part of my imagination and my drifting into further delusionment. Did I spell that right? Who cares, I’m typing with one eye right now. Good news is Mar loves pirates.

Though I will have a photo entry up about the Tampa trip soon I will say now that I loved the trip and spending time with Mar away from everything. Though the traffic sucks there I wouldn’t mind living there. I spotted some book stores, a Best Buy, and what seems like a good public transportation system. I planned to do some reading and writing while there but put all of that aside to completely have a wonderful time with the women I love to celebrate her birthday with a concert and lots of other things. We Housed it up lots and lots.

Reading wise I’m still reading Infinite Crisis by Greg Cox and once I finish that I will probably move on to Twilight by Stephenie Meyer which I have to finish quick before going to the signing. Mar has read the books but I think it would be kind of sucky to get someones autography on a book I haven’t even read. I recently finished reading-The Original Hitchhiker Radio Scripts by Douglas Adams, Universe In Your Pocket by Joel Levy, Hellblazer: Black Flowers by Mike Carey, The Return Of Superman by various, Secret Societies by Nick Harding, and Showcase Presents Justice League Of America: Volume Two by various. Books are life savers when you are in a happy state and even more so when you are just angry and depressed.

Mar bought me two Doctor Who DVDs the other day while in Orlando even though it was on her birthday days. I now have Doctor Who: Survival and Doctor Who: The Web Planet in my collection. She loves me. I love her. We are of the love.

The currently airing season of Doctor Who is nearing the end point of the season. I love Friday nights on The Sci-Fi Channel. Those fuckers just need to start airing classic Who episodes. I might even watch some of their crappy TV movies if they did so.

I love writing. It is not only my passion it sometimes is my escape from not only the world but myself. I am still working on the 2nd Draft of Stereo but with the leaving the pay the rent job stress and other worldly bullshit my passion is helping me stir off dark feelings into a story that is probably one of the darkest I have written ever and I love it because its taking me away from any normal track I would be on when writing or just thinking in general. The 1st Draft is being hand written in a notebook at the moment which I thought suited this particular story. I think the 2nd Draft will be in a big journal and not even approach a computer draft until the 3rd Draft.

Remember not knowing who you are is no excuse for not being who you are,
C.

THE TITLE IS: EYE TWITCHING INTO INSANITY

THE TITLE IS: SITTING ON A CURB

A lot of stuff is going on right now. Will post pictures from our Tampa trip soon. Working on a new book draft that is nothing like I normally write so it is taking my mind off the lack of job stress stuff. Things maybe going legal from the old job which is more stress but I'm tired of getting screwed without kisses. I'm not that kind of whore at least. Will be updating more often starting next week.

Remember just because you don't know who you are, it is not excuse for not being who you are,
C.

THE TITLE IS: SITTING ON A CURB