Monday, October 31, 2005

After I split the rally, I went for a beer.

It was cold.

It was snowing.

She split her lunch with me as we talked about the old times.


I wonder what the ratio is between me being serious and me being ridiculous.


Cracking wise - that's gots to be in the novel


I used the word ain't the other day in mock conversation and someone corrected me. Dude, I used the word ain't for effect, to dummy down the conversation. Jackass.

'cause I'm a writer damn it.

That makes me laugh. I'm going to use that some day.

"Why? Why?! Because I'm a writer dammit!"

National Novel Writing Month begins tomorrow

So, now I'm a little worried.

I have not done much planning because I don't have a plan.

My hope is that once I start to write things will start to start.

What's absurd is that, I actually talk like that - "start to start" type crap, mostly as a joke because I'm just some sort of joker.

Most of my life I spend as a satirist, or maybe a cynic.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

even if the police outnumber you

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Don't be afraid of freedom


I signed some petitions to help get things on the ballot but it really wasn't my kind of crowd. They had split their agenda into many issues, I suppose to get a bigger crowd but it just made them look unfocused and ineffective.

I was leaving because my parking meter was about to expire.

"What's going on?" she asked, onced I reached her side of the street.

"Anti-war demonstration"

"But they're wearing riot gear"

With a half laugh I replied "Yeah" as I looked back over my shoulder at all the cops.

The "go figure" was implied.

"You want to stay away from places like that." I don't know if she was talking to me or her small children.

I didn't watch as she walked in a differnet direction.

Friday, October 28, 2005

"You always do good work. What would you do with this?"

First, I wouldn't use that preprinted paper. Second, I know you don't like all my stuff. "What are you going for?"

"Well, I found this font on that computer there which I like and what would you do? Would you do it like this or something like this?"

First, that doesn't answer my question. Second, I really don't want to be bothered with your foolishness. "I still don't know what you're going for? Serious? Casual? How are you passing those things out? What's their purpose?"

"To tell people about the property"

I took a deep breathe "I wouldn't do a block of text like that because no one is going to read that much, it's looks too much to read. I would do the bullet list"

"Only I would have to make it fit."

yeah, no shit

Thursday, October 27, 2005

When I run out of things to read, I right.

Sometimes, I don’t no I'm typing errors.

But then sometimes I due.


I want revenge and that is why I'm still waiting.

Waiting to want just justice.


that would be easier to read if I wrote only justice

or maybe justice, only

waiting to want justice, only


Sometime, I like to be difficult. That's why I didn't right it.


I found out that I write 'I' a lot of time when I really want to write 'the'


I've been reading the archives but usually only when I get a hit for some search that I can't figure out how my site showed up.

It's funny when I can't figure out what I was talking about.


I'm that deep


I think I put in all those extra blank lines because that's the pace of my thoughts


I know I said I see the actual written words that I think but I think it's actually the sounds of the words that I see, which explains a lot of my phonically similar errors but I'm not certain how one sees sounds.


Never mind me. I'm just stalling for time.


So, here's the real book idea.

It's going to be a story about some guy who tries to write a book during National Novel Writing Month. The story that the guy tries to write is going to be about a talking bull frog who tries to prevent the crucifixion of Christ because the bull frog thinks it's a waste of a deity. The bull frog thinks that humanity isn't worth it. That's the story within the story. The rest of the story is his buddies giving him a hard time about it once they find out that he's writing a book. The book will be mostly dialog, and I'm going to switch between third and first person just to piss people off.

Well I guess I really won't be pissing the people off that I want to piss off but it's the principle of the thing, that's most important.

And, if I can't get to 50K worth of words with that, I going to make the whole thing a dream sequence for some homeless guy who lives on the street because he's too mentally disturbed to live a conventional live after some trauma that he suffered from some bullshit war. He'll have a dog named Lefty. He'll play the harmonica. He'll piss on the graves of the founding fathers because he'll hold them somewhat responsible for the mess that the United States is in and because it's pretty much guaranteed that you will get busted for pissing on a living Congressman and he rather not get busted for that again. He'll have a politically connected brother who also is a preacher. Somehow, someone is going to catch a possum with a beach towel and a bat with a trout net and someone will be bitten by a ladybug.
"So, what do you want?" she asked as she held a frosty cold pint glass.

I paused and half shrugged my shoulders.

"A ginger ale" the wait staff interjected.

"No! What do you want?"

"Can I have a ginger ale, please?"

later after lunch she got a worried look on her face and then asked "You're not giving up drinking are you?"

I smiled at her concern and replied "I wouldn't want to break your heart. No, I haven't given up drinking"

As I reached in my pocket for cash she said "You're all set"

"But why?"

"Because I like you... and I would have bought you a shot anyway and they're both the same price"
it's a family trait that makes us appear to be foretellers of the future.

"What are you psychic?" is the question that my sister said was asked of her from a coworker.

"No. I just look ahead."

It's not that difficult to guess what is going to be needed if you just watch and listen.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I love it when people tell my funny stories because I find myself hilarious at times but only when someone else is telling the story. Usually, I'm not too impressed with myself.

"That was sooo funny yesterday when you dared Lauren after she threatened to punch you. You were like 'Bring it' and she was like 'I will!' and then you said 'Do it. Do it, then. You're all talk. I've been coming here for years and all I've seen you do is NOTHING. You're all talk.' That was so funny. She was so mad at you."

I was just goofing around. If she had made a move towards me, everyone would have found out just how spry I still am
so, yeah.

I was at the bar.

"Don't you work the second job today?"

"Yup" I said.

"Timmy wants a shot" said someone different.

I got to the second job at 10:30PM. I left the second job at 3:02AM. I arrived back at the second job at 3:18AM because my truck had been towed, which at the time I didn't know for certain. At the time I thought it might have been stolen. I was going to miss my CD's, my poker chips and the six folding chairs, is what I was thinking.

I hardly had to wait for the cab, I guess there isn't too much demand for taxi service between 3 and 4 in the morning. I got to my bed at 4AM. For the following two hours, I did my best to forget that the alarm clock was set for six.

I know something about parking regulations. I was parked legally. It cost me 110 cash dollars to get my truck back.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

to my surprise I'm actually reading books on how to write and I love it when I read some of their don'ts, that I actually do, for the same reasons they say don't do it.

because sometimes different is good and screw convention, sometimes.

I also love it when I read some of their do's, that I actually do, for the same reasons they say to do it.

I think I might be learning something.

I don't think I have the same passion for writing as those authors or the regular readers of those authors.

but then I don't really have a strong passion for anything, I guess.

is six days before you start to write a novel the proper time to learn to write a novel?

the answer to that question really doesn't matter because I'm just shooting for 50K worth of words, by hook or by crook, because I have no shame.

Monday, October 24, 2005

there is a line from the movie the Rainmaker where the older brother, Noah, is trying to convince his younger brother, Jim, of something and he's rather persistent in trying to get his younger brother to see his side of the argument when finally Jim says "I see your side, Noah. I'm just not on your side"
so, I haven't any clue.

so, I go to the book store

so, I'm thumbing through books and read stuff like you must have a hero, and your hero must have a flaw and your hero must have a villain and the villain must have at least a small amount of virtue and every sentence has to be action packed and the hero must succeed in the end and remain alive (so there can be a sequel)

and I'm like "screw that"

I'm going to have a lazy ass talking bull frog who fails his mission because he doesn't really care enough to try and dies in the end from unrelated causes.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

recent comments

the new 'recent comments' feature over in my sidebar is courtesy of Lisa.

Thanks, Lisa


Friday, October 21, 2005

4.25 of quicktime movie

you really shouldn't waste your time with this

bouncy