I go to read/edit this entry posted as a draft, and the title was the only thing written. I must have had a stroke-like episode after watching the news, definitely political nonsense or those in support of it.
Original date was 5/10/16.
A treasure map!
Let's go look at the headlines...
Nope, it was transgender bathrooms. Remember the outrage, the tragedy, the shit you almost forgot happened...
Yeah...what about that...?
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Distracted--Outline Draft
Hard to get anything done on the lax deadline that's slowly killing my creativity. Focus interrupted, delayed, misplaced.
No idea what the rest of the world needs, but a smaller laptop with a killer keyboard is always welcome. I prefer an easy way to jot notes, the chore of keeping them together, is the advantage of a device.
When you speak it, you break your own concentration. When you write it, you must focus on locating it. When you enter data, you must have space and power. When it can read your mind...destroy it! Fix allll of this, Smartypants!
Play, Screenplay, New 25-minute act, One-person Show, My Last Will and Testament, A book/formal essay/--lots of stuff, actually, and my food blog too!
A writing table is nice, a room of one's own seems extravagant.
Discipline. I need discipline.
A routine is difficult to come by when your life is ruled--for the most part--by impulses.
I want to sit outside, drink, and smoke while writing, but...EVERYTHING!
No idea what the rest of the world needs, but a smaller laptop with a killer keyboard is always welcome. I prefer an easy way to jot notes, the chore of keeping them together, is the advantage of a device.
When you speak it, you break your own concentration. When you write it, you must focus on locating it. When you enter data, you must have space and power. When it can read your mind...destroy it! Fix allll of this, Smartypants!
Play, Screenplay, New 25-minute act, One-person Show, My Last Will and Testament, A book/formal essay/--lots of stuff, actually, and my food blog too!
A writing table is nice, a room of one's own seems extravagant.
Discipline. I need discipline.
A routine is difficult to come by when your life is ruled--for the most part--by impulses.
I want to sit outside, drink, and smoke while writing, but...EVERYTHING!
Monday, May 9, 2016
Invocation of the Dummies...
...Requiem for a head. --Clutch, Electric Worry.
This election cycle is making it increasingly more difficult to do many things, such as:
--remain calm throughout the day
--not scream at random intervals for apparently no reason(there's plenty of reasons)
--maintain relationships on social media
--keep the muscles attached to my eyeballs so they do not roll completely out of my skull
--refrain from shooting myself in the face
I have no advice to offer here, I'm actually considering some sort of counseling. Being bombarded by a spectrum of stupid is taking it's toll, my coping mechanisms need some sort of maintenance before they completely burn out.
One doesn't have to turn on the news to be shocked, horrified, or disturbed by the dialogue of dipshits, simply scrolling through the Book of Face to wish those you love a Happy Mother's Day will unearth enough idiotic and ill-informed opinions to send one straight over the edge.
It's bad enough when there aren't a bunch of morons vying for the presidency, but I'm still faced with the supporters of the only remaining moron in very close proximity, and November is a loooooong ways away. Feeling like that little yellow tulip in a sea of red ones.
GAAAAAWWWWWWWDDD!
I'm not sure I'm going to make it.
This election cycle is making it increasingly more difficult to do many things, such as:
--remain calm throughout the day
--not scream at random intervals for apparently no reason(there's plenty of reasons)
--maintain relationships on social media
--keep the muscles attached to my eyeballs so they do not roll completely out of my skull
--refrain from shooting myself in the face
I have no advice to offer here, I'm actually considering some sort of counseling. Being bombarded by a spectrum of stupid is taking it's toll, my coping mechanisms need some sort of maintenance before they completely burn out.
One doesn't have to turn on the news to be shocked, horrified, or disturbed by the dialogue of dipshits, simply scrolling through the Book of Face to wish those you love a Happy Mother's Day will unearth enough idiotic and ill-informed opinions to send one straight over the edge.
It's bad enough when there aren't a bunch of morons vying for the presidency, but I'm still faced with the supporters of the only remaining moron in very close proximity, and November is a loooooong ways away. Feeling like that little yellow tulip in a sea of red ones.
GAAAAAWWWWWWWDDD!
I'm not sure I'm going to make it.
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Channeling Hunter
The state of American politics right now, is all but a clusterfuck. Crude? Maybe.True? You cannot deny it, the whole world is watching. From the beginning, up until now, I can hardly believe this is playing out before my eyes! History will have much to say, and as long as the textbooks aren't coming out of Texas, not written and edited by these goddamned uber-conservative and mentally deranged religious zealots, there's a shot it might have some truth in it.
Granted this is coming from someone who has probably lived the majority of their life outside of mainstream thought, belief, style, opinion, sense of humor...the list is long. My 'bias' as those on the opposite of the pendulum path would smugly assert, is my worldview. Many of my opinions are shared by those whom I admire, scholars, educators, artists, visionaries--people who look at information and events with a critical eye, a compassionate heart, and a logical mind.
Specifically, I long to hear what Hunter S. Thompson would have to say about this circus-comedy-drama-tragedy. For the longest stretch, I counted on Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and Lewis Black for scathing political commentary and 50% of that is my own laziness, simply not having to say it myself. Surely Hunter would hilariously point out the obvious absurdity, accuse many of us as walking fly-catchers with our mouths constantly agape, but He might also provide certain levels of comfort, assuring us we aren't the crazy ones. Politics were of great importance to him, as it is a popular topic among the think-types, but this shit might have spurred a younger version of him into a realm of unseen depravity--possibly driving him to suicide if he hadn't already done it a little over 11 years ago.
Without waving a loaded pistol around in my kitchen, I find other ways to express my disgruntlement, snarky facebook posts and tweets. Marches, protests, and campaign rallies--there's a revolution at hand, but where am I? Talking shit on-line. Even then, it's not too loud--barely a whisper, everyone I know and love watches Fox News. My spine melts like mercury every time I think about. These bastards helped to create this mess, and they have the audacity to marvel at the rise of the Orange Monster with the T-Rex hands. Novel.
Granted this is coming from someone who has probably lived the majority of their life outside of mainstream thought, belief, style, opinion, sense of humor...the list is long. My 'bias' as those on the opposite of the pendulum path would smugly assert, is my worldview. Many of my opinions are shared by those whom I admire, scholars, educators, artists, visionaries--people who look at information and events with a critical eye, a compassionate heart, and a logical mind.
Specifically, I long to hear what Hunter S. Thompson would have to say about this circus-comedy-drama-tragedy. For the longest stretch, I counted on Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, and Lewis Black for scathing political commentary and 50% of that is my own laziness, simply not having to say it myself. Surely Hunter would hilariously point out the obvious absurdity, accuse many of us as walking fly-catchers with our mouths constantly agape, but He might also provide certain levels of comfort, assuring us we aren't the crazy ones. Politics were of great importance to him, as it is a popular topic among the think-types, but this shit might have spurred a younger version of him into a realm of unseen depravity--possibly driving him to suicide if he hadn't already done it a little over 11 years ago.
Without waving a loaded pistol around in my kitchen, I find other ways to express my disgruntlement, snarky facebook posts and tweets. Marches, protests, and campaign rallies--there's a revolution at hand, but where am I? Talking shit on-line. Even then, it's not too loud--barely a whisper, everyone I know and love watches Fox News. My spine melts like mercury every time I think about. These bastards helped to create this mess, and they have the audacity to marvel at the rise of the Orange Monster with the T-Rex hands. Novel.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Something Sacred That I Dropped
By the time I gather all my materials, settle in, and find semi-suitable writing cubby, I can't remember what inspired me to set all that into motion...sigh...BREATHE. Ah! yes, oxygen helps re-connect pathways, or you relax, something clicks(possibly a trigger), and for a brief moment it comes back! Type four words, maybe a sentence, oh yeah, and 'Hey sweetie, what are you doing?' breaks the silence you were riding on. Curtain call, it's not coming back. No matter how much noise you make, it's not coming back.There will be no encore.
Sucks when you see it on paper. Now try to imagine that on a 4 year loop. Am I making a commercial for that audio-capturing device??? No, but if you want to send me one, I will consider a cut on top of shares for the one that can hold up to five minutes, and I'll tweet your name. For all eternity!
I swear I had a decent thought...
(Foos-Why'd you have to go and let it die-chant)
Sucks when you see it on paper. Now try to imagine that on a 4 year loop. Am I making a commercial for that audio-capturing device??? No, but if you want to send me one, I will consider a cut on top of shares for the one that can hold up to five minutes, and I'll tweet your name. For all eternity!
I swear I had a decent thought...
(Foos-Why'd you have to go and let it die-chant)
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Cursing Like a Sailor
I have no idea why sailors curse more than people of other jobs or professions. After doing a little research this morning, all I could come up with was a situation with 'an all-male setting confined in a small space'--free to curse since no ladies are present, which never occurred to me, but I suppose it makes sense.
I did find some alternatives to 'sailor' but for the most part, it all means the same, someone who curses A LOT! For that matter, I was surprised I didn't see my own name listed among 'trucker' or 'trooper' or 'fisherman's wife'.
As a fan of the curse words, I'm also a hypocrite when it comes to using them. I like to say them, nearly to the point of being gratuitous, but I do not like to hear them being used gratuitously. It just grosses me out. I find it trashy, and think it makes the person using them like a rapid-fire assault rifle look less than intelligent, if not downright stupid. They might be able to solve intricate calculus problems in their head, but as soon as they start effin' this and GD-ing that, I see their IQ plummeting like a Plinko puck on The Price is Right. I can't help it. I know it's not fair and far from being correct, and I'm sure many people have thought the same about me, too bad they were wrong. My vernacular is fed and nurtured, it grows on a daily basis. I even know how to curse in several other languages, bitches!
However, the first words I heard uttered from another human being today came out of my Inbredneckabilly neighbors while gathering up the last of their belongings. (I told you I know lots of words, but I failed to mention that I also invent them.) And they prove my point beautifully. They ain't smart. And they confirm they ain't smart at the top of their lungs!
When they speak, they scream, and when they scream, they cuss. They are in the final stages of moving out, having been evicted and many of my neighbors are extremely excited about this, including myself. Just last weekend they were in the hot tub bitching to another resident about how they're getting kicked out because so many people complained that they were loud. Should I point out that I know this because I could hear them yelling this information to the other resident across the entire length of our pool? YEAH! AND I LIVE ON THE THIRD FLOOR!!! Yelling about how others complain that they are too loud. Comical.
I digress...amidst all the stair-stomping and door-slamming, I hear..."Fuck it, ain't nobody gonna climb 3 fuckin' flights of stairs for no god damn Christmas tree! That's fuckin' STOOPID!"
If they do come back for their tree, surely I will hear them. No matter, I will be over here enunciating all my words properly, sans cursing because I can't stand the thought of anyone ever seeing me in the same light I cast upon the Inbreneckabillies. Still, some people DO put me in the same category because some people know me personally, with vivid memories of my favorite words. Damnit!
Is it any consolation that more intelligent people tend to cuss more often? No, but maybe yes...if they were harder to spell.
I did find some alternatives to 'sailor' but for the most part, it all means the same, someone who curses A LOT! For that matter, I was surprised I didn't see my own name listed among 'trucker' or 'trooper' or 'fisherman's wife'.
As a fan of the curse words, I'm also a hypocrite when it comes to using them. I like to say them, nearly to the point of being gratuitous, but I do not like to hear them being used gratuitously. It just grosses me out. I find it trashy, and think it makes the person using them like a rapid-fire assault rifle look less than intelligent, if not downright stupid. They might be able to solve intricate calculus problems in their head, but as soon as they start effin' this and GD-ing that, I see their IQ plummeting like a Plinko puck on The Price is Right. I can't help it. I know it's not fair and far from being correct, and I'm sure many people have thought the same about me, too bad they were wrong. My vernacular is fed and nurtured, it grows on a daily basis. I even know how to curse in several other languages, bitches!
However, the first words I heard uttered from another human being today came out of my Inbredneckabilly neighbors while gathering up the last of their belongings. (I told you I know lots of words, but I failed to mention that I also invent them.) And they prove my point beautifully. They ain't smart. And they confirm they ain't smart at the top of their lungs!
When they speak, they scream, and when they scream, they cuss. They are in the final stages of moving out, having been evicted and many of my neighbors are extremely excited about this, including myself. Just last weekend they were in the hot tub bitching to another resident about how they're getting kicked out because so many people complained that they were loud. Should I point out that I know this because I could hear them yelling this information to the other resident across the entire length of our pool? YEAH! AND I LIVE ON THE THIRD FLOOR!!! Yelling about how others complain that they are too loud. Comical.
I digress...amidst all the stair-stomping and door-slamming, I hear..."Fuck it, ain't nobody gonna climb 3 fuckin' flights of stairs for no god damn Christmas tree! That's fuckin' STOOPID!"
If they do come back for their tree, surely I will hear them. No matter, I will be over here enunciating all my words properly, sans cursing because I can't stand the thought of anyone ever seeing me in the same light I cast upon the Inbreneckabillies. Still, some people DO put me in the same category because some people know me personally, with vivid memories of my favorite words. Damnit!
Is it any consolation that more intelligent people tend to cuss more often? No, but maybe yes...if they were harder to spell.
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