Sunday play-by-play.
I've got a long day ahead of me today. Working. Yuck.
12:14PM:
I've got things started and am just now getting a chance to sit down at the computer and start thinking(ish). Time to begin the surreal, numbing possess that gets me through the day.
I'm beginning to miss the old routine of my life. Not my old-old routine, although I miss that one most of all, but the routine right before my new routine. I miss the slow, steady, quite pace of things. Which is rather ironic since while I was trapped within that older routine, I disliked it and now that things have changed, I miss it. I miss the peace of it. I think. I've always said that life is a roller coaster and it is. Every once in a while though it's nice to step off, get a Corney dog and sit and watch the sunset. Or rise. Or whatever. I've been riding this roller coaster for a few years now and I could sure use a break. I'd like to be able to "not think" for a while. I'd like that a lot.
Zen during the storm.
1:04PM:
It's snowing. Light, fluffy flakes falling gently down. The air is cool but not cold and the snow doesn't stay. It just falls. Maybe this should make me feel good, bringing back sweet memories of past winters. It's doesn't but I'll work on it.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday I spent a lot of time visiting with the Warrior Buddha. It was interesting. Relaxing for the most part. I ate too much. Again. (Gotta' stop that.) I was able to witness in those few days the total dichotomy of our current economic situation playing itself out in the lives of the people who passed through his door. Those who smilingly mention that they went shopping and wanted to spend a thousand dollars (Good for them.) and others who had no home, no job and were seeking a place to stay. A few nights out of the cold. Those sick, those frightened, suffering, scared and didn't know what they were going to do called, talked, came, sat down and visited. Some full of smiles and joy (Those with money.) and some melancholy and hopeful. (All the rest.) Some talked about the cars they were re-building and the houses they were remodeling while others talked about doctor bills they couldn't pay and symptoms that would go undiagnosed. It was a short time of extremes. Those who have and those who have not.
2:44PM:
I've now watched all the episodes available from the series, "Pushing Daises". Ken was right. It's right up my alley. I'm really enjoying it. I believe that life, like "Pushing Daisies" is a dramedy.
Kristin Chenoweth (Olive Snook from Pushing Daises):
I am a Christian and I don't want there to be any confusion about what I believe or who I am. I don't believe gay people are going to hell. I believe that judgment is left to the one upstairs and I believe Jesus is all about love. If I can live my life even just a smidgen the way God made his son for us as an example, I'm happy. I do not judge other people for what they believe, but for me, this is what works.
I'm a very controversial figure in the Christian world. I don't believe if you're gay or you have a drink or you dance, you're going to hell. I don't think that's the kind of God we have. The Pat Robertsons and Jerry Falwells of the world are scary. I want to be a Christian like Christ - loving and accepting of other people.
I might be in love with this woman. Beautiful, courageous and intelligent. Hum. She'd probably not have me. I wouldn't blame her. I'm a bit of a mess.
I wish that I were asleep right now rather than working. I really, really love sleeping.
3:10PM:
Vampires, werewolves and zombies.
Mummies are zombies BTW. Right? I mean they're re-animated dead so I'm thinking they're zombies. Yup. Zombies.
I think it's been a bit of a mistake redefining all the bad guys in literature. At what point did murders become the super heroes and what does this say about our society that being a guy guy equals being a boring guy? I don't think this is true because simply being good doesn't make someone flawless. Bad writers make boring characters. One of the downfalls of vampires and werewolves recently (IMO) is trying to refashion them into tragic anti-heroes rather than the cursed, evil monsters that they are. Once they bad guys became the heroes the need for heroes disappeared and so too did the drama. We could no longer have stories of good vs evil simply because there was no evil any more. Just mis-understood mass murders. Of course, this is not to say that all "monsters" re-cast as heroes has been a bad thing but at what point did this version become the only viable game in town?
Being a "good guy" doesn't have to mean boring. Good guys aren't perfect. No one is. What makes a guy good is the trying. The struggling to rise to a height greater than himself and putting the needs of others ahead of his own needs and desires. Good guys are weak, they drink, curse and do bad things. Or they don't do any of these things. Their struggles, weaknesses and such are perhaps different, hidden. Good guys wear dark hats too. Good guys are, truthfully, far, far more interesting than bad guys. Good writers know this. Bad writers play on the surface and never dare delve deeper.
Of course, I'm prejudice in this. I think all people can be heroes and I don't think anyone is perfect. Not even close. I believe that it is the imperfections and the weakness and the rising above them that makes a hero a hero. All of my work seems to be able life, death and reality. My character Morgan Stone (Knight-Wolf) is a vampire, a werewolf and a zombie. A zombie because he's undead. He's been there done that and returned without the T-shirt. He's a werewolf because his personality changes and he is continually shifting and becoming something different and he's a vampire because he draws in the life, experiences, emotions, personality and energy of those around him. Morgan Stone is a vampire, werewolf, zombie hero and he's definitely a good guy. Flaws and all.
I'm writing too much here and fear I'm only making my day seem longer rather than shorter.
Opps.
5:10PM:
I that both the new Harry Potter and the new Star Trek trailers are both online. Am I the only one a little Potter-ed-out? Not so much Harry but Daniel Radcliffe. Okay. He's grown(ing) up and wants to be seen as a serious (multi-bazzillionaire) actor but must we have all this nakedness about him? Sheesh.
I suspect that both will be good but it's Star Trek I really wanna' see. I'm rootin' for the franchise.
The day is just over half over and it's been going slooow. Real, real, slooow.
6:18PM:
O. My. Gawd! Someone kill me. Put me out of my misery. Stop all this incessant whining.
Boy. This is turning into one long, boring post. O. Well. Such is life. (Long and boring.)
7:27PM:
Okay now. Keep this on the Q-T and don't tell anyone but I've been working on a new "project" that I'm sorta', kinda' a little bitty-bit excited(ish) about. That's it. That's all I can say. No more. Shuuuush.
Kinda' anti-climatic, huh? I guess if I'm bored and a bit frustrated, then why shouldn't you be too? Fair is fair, right?
I'm kinda' in the mood to watch a zombie flick tonight. Is that weird? Cause it seems sorta' weird to me.
Did I mention that I was planning on fasting for a few days? No? Yes? Doesn't matter. It won't effect you one way or another ... unless I go crazy and start cannibalizing people (like a zombie) all across the globe. I wouldn't 100% rule it out but anything is possible I guess. I've been spending a lot of time hanging out with the WB and he and I tend to do three of the things I really like doing; talking, watching sci-fi and horror(ish) and eat. We eat and we eat well. Fifteen pounds of eating well. I need to drop some of my recent bloat so I can go back over and eat. Only not as much. Really. Just a bite. Or two. So I'm fasting which means no food. Yeah. Okay. Right. We'll see how this goes.
I'm reading Raymond Chandler's "The Little Sister". It was first published in 1949 and I'm enjoying it quite a bit. I had to take a break from Clive Barker's "Imajica", which I was reading during a break I was taking from Piers Anthony's "Bearing an Hourglass" which actually I was reading while taking a break from Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight". I know, I know this is all a little ridiculous but what can I say? I suppose I could have lied but it's kinda' too late now.
... I'm not sure that this play-by-play of my stary thoughts during my work day has been such a good idea. Humm. Probably not. BTW: I didn't proof this before posting it because ... weeell ... I've already thought these thoughts. Why would I want to slug through it all again?
8:45PM:
What is it about me and death? I already know the answer to that question, I'm just asking it for your benefit(ish).
9:47PM:
Okay. That's enough. More than enough. I'm leaving work in about forty-five minutes.
12:14PM:
I've got things started and am just now getting a chance to sit down at the computer and start thinking(ish). Time to begin the surreal, numbing possess that gets me through the day.
I'm beginning to miss the old routine of my life. Not my old-old routine, although I miss that one most of all, but the routine right before my new routine. I miss the slow, steady, quite pace of things. Which is rather ironic since while I was trapped within that older routine, I disliked it and now that things have changed, I miss it. I miss the peace of it. I think. I've always said that life is a roller coaster and it is. Every once in a while though it's nice to step off, get a Corney dog and sit and watch the sunset. Or rise. Or whatever. I've been riding this roller coaster for a few years now and I could sure use a break. I'd like to be able to "not think" for a while. I'd like that a lot.
Zen during the storm.
1:04PM:
It's snowing. Light, fluffy flakes falling gently down. The air is cool but not cold and the snow doesn't stay. It just falls. Maybe this should make me feel good, bringing back sweet memories of past winters. It's doesn't but I'll work on it.
Thursday, Friday and Saturday I spent a lot of time visiting with the Warrior Buddha. It was interesting. Relaxing for the most part. I ate too much. Again. (Gotta' stop that.) I was able to witness in those few days the total dichotomy of our current economic situation playing itself out in the lives of the people who passed through his door. Those who smilingly mention that they went shopping and wanted to spend a thousand dollars (Good for them.) and others who had no home, no job and were seeking a place to stay. A few nights out of the cold. Those sick, those frightened, suffering, scared and didn't know what they were going to do called, talked, came, sat down and visited. Some full of smiles and joy (Those with money.) and some melancholy and hopeful. (All the rest.) Some talked about the cars they were re-building and the houses they were remodeling while others talked about doctor bills they couldn't pay and symptoms that would go undiagnosed. It was a short time of extremes. Those who have and those who have not.
2:44PM:
I've now watched all the episodes available from the series, "Pushing Daises". Ken was right. It's right up my alley. I'm really enjoying it. I believe that life, like "Pushing Daisies" is a dramedy.
Kristin Chenoweth (Olive Snook from Pushing Daises):
I am a Christian and I don't want there to be any confusion about what I believe or who I am. I don't believe gay people are going to hell. I believe that judgment is left to the one upstairs and I believe Jesus is all about love. If I can live my life even just a smidgen the way God made his son for us as an example, I'm happy. I do not judge other people for what they believe, but for me, this is what works.
I'm a very controversial figure in the Christian world. I don't believe if you're gay or you have a drink or you dance, you're going to hell. I don't think that's the kind of God we have. The Pat Robertsons and Jerry Falwells of the world are scary. I want to be a Christian like Christ - loving and accepting of other people.
I might be in love with this woman. Beautiful, courageous and intelligent. Hum. She'd probably not have me. I wouldn't blame her. I'm a bit of a mess.
I wish that I were asleep right now rather than working. I really, really love sleeping.
3:10PM:
Vampires, werewolves and zombies.
Mummies are zombies BTW. Right? I mean they're re-animated dead so I'm thinking they're zombies. Yup. Zombies.
I think it's been a bit of a mistake redefining all the bad guys in literature. At what point did murders become the super heroes and what does this say about our society that being a guy guy equals being a boring guy? I don't think this is true because simply being good doesn't make someone flawless. Bad writers make boring characters. One of the downfalls of vampires and werewolves recently (IMO) is trying to refashion them into tragic anti-heroes rather than the cursed, evil monsters that they are. Once they bad guys became the heroes the need for heroes disappeared and so too did the drama. We could no longer have stories of good vs evil simply because there was no evil any more. Just mis-understood mass murders. Of course, this is not to say that all "monsters" re-cast as heroes has been a bad thing but at what point did this version become the only viable game in town?
Being a "good guy" doesn't have to mean boring. Good guys aren't perfect. No one is. What makes a guy good is the trying. The struggling to rise to a height greater than himself and putting the needs of others ahead of his own needs and desires. Good guys are weak, they drink, curse and do bad things. Or they don't do any of these things. Their struggles, weaknesses and such are perhaps different, hidden. Good guys wear dark hats too. Good guys are, truthfully, far, far more interesting than bad guys. Good writers know this. Bad writers play on the surface and never dare delve deeper.
Of course, I'm prejudice in this. I think all people can be heroes and I don't think anyone is perfect. Not even close. I believe that it is the imperfections and the weakness and the rising above them that makes a hero a hero. All of my work seems to be able life, death and reality. My character Morgan Stone (Knight-Wolf) is a vampire, a werewolf and a zombie. A zombie because he's undead. He's been there done that and returned without the T-shirt. He's a werewolf because his personality changes and he is continually shifting and becoming something different and he's a vampire because he draws in the life, experiences, emotions, personality and energy of those around him. Morgan Stone is a vampire, werewolf, zombie hero and he's definitely a good guy. Flaws and all.
I'm writing too much here and fear I'm only making my day seem longer rather than shorter.
Opps.
5:10PM:
I that both the new Harry Potter and the new Star Trek trailers are both online. Am I the only one a little Potter-ed-out? Not so much Harry but Daniel Radcliffe. Okay. He's grown(ing) up and wants to be seen as a serious (multi-bazzillionaire) actor but must we have all this nakedness about him? Sheesh.
I suspect that both will be good but it's Star Trek I really wanna' see. I'm rootin' for the franchise.
The day is just over half over and it's been going slooow. Real, real, slooow.
6:18PM:
O. My. Gawd! Someone kill me. Put me out of my misery. Stop all this incessant whining.
Boy. This is turning into one long, boring post. O. Well. Such is life. (Long and boring.)
7:27PM:
Okay now. Keep this on the Q-T and don't tell anyone but I've been working on a new "project" that I'm sorta', kinda' a little bitty-bit excited(ish) about. That's it. That's all I can say. No more. Shuuuush.
Kinda' anti-climatic, huh? I guess if I'm bored and a bit frustrated, then why shouldn't you be too? Fair is fair, right?
I'm kinda' in the mood to watch a zombie flick tonight. Is that weird? Cause it seems sorta' weird to me.
Did I mention that I was planning on fasting for a few days? No? Yes? Doesn't matter. It won't effect you one way or another ... unless I go crazy and start cannibalizing people (like a zombie) all across the globe. I wouldn't 100% rule it out but anything is possible I guess. I've been spending a lot of time hanging out with the WB and he and I tend to do three of the things I really like doing; talking, watching sci-fi and horror(ish) and eat. We eat and we eat well. Fifteen pounds of eating well. I need to drop some of my recent bloat so I can go back over and eat. Only not as much. Really. Just a bite. Or two. So I'm fasting which means no food. Yeah. Okay. Right. We'll see how this goes.
I'm reading Raymond Chandler's "The Little Sister". It was first published in 1949 and I'm enjoying it quite a bit. I had to take a break from Clive Barker's "Imajica", which I was reading during a break I was taking from Piers Anthony's "Bearing an Hourglass" which actually I was reading while taking a break from Stephenie Meyer's "Twilight". I know, I know this is all a little ridiculous but what can I say? I suppose I could have lied but it's kinda' too late now.
... I'm not sure that this play-by-play of my stary thoughts during my work day has been such a good idea. Humm. Probably not. BTW: I didn't proof this before posting it because ... weeell ... I've already thought these thoughts. Why would I want to slug through it all again?
8:45PM:
What is it about me and death? I already know the answer to that question, I'm just asking it for your benefit(ish).
9:47PM:
Okay. That's enough. More than enough. I'm leaving work in about forty-five minutes.
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