Batshittery, Level 9, 2016.

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...?

Donate Button

I don't know how to remove/dispose of it properly. All apologies for the panhandling.

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!

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.

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.

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)