I salute Babylon 5 for being an amazing show.
I just spent the last two weeks watching seasons 1-4 on dvd.
Wow.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
King Conan #4 - The Scarlet Citadel
"I have my work cut out for me," David thought to himself.
"I just read 'King Conan' #4, part 4 of 4 of 'The Scarlet Citadel'. It was pretty good once I forced myself to read it. It didn't have the same feel as an original Conan story, though. It was created by a lesser author."
"The story was told by the King to his scribe. Conan related his tale, so it is through Conan that the story comes to being."
"One thing is for sure, Conan is adept at spinning a yarn. Also, he likes to drink. At that point, things might become a little fantastic."
So there it is, the first Conan comic I have read in a while. It ended up being pretty good.
It was hard to get into the language of the comic. It was actually work to read it.
I had to stand outside, with no other distraction.
It seems that it would be so much easier to just make the thing into a video, complete with sounds and voices. They ought to start doing that for comics, and if they don't, I will.
This comic was hard to read.
I was a willing audience member, too.
I don't know what is wrong, I used to whiz through ten comics in an afternoon, straight through.
Graphically, they don't as easy on the eyes with all of the computer crap they put in. They think it works, but it doesn't look as good to me.
It just makes me want to do my own Conan stories, or to just use the original source material, and do something with that, or to just make my own barbarian stories, in my own land.
That would be cool.
There were some full-page ads in the comic, which helped to ruin my experience of the story, which was hard enough to read.
Comics are still popular, though.
All I know is that it isn't Conan unless there is a naked woman near-by somewhere.
There wasn't a single naked lady anywhere in the comic, except in one of the pin-up illustrations, so that made up for it a little.
Once I actually read the comic, it was pretty good. My eyes kind of hurt after reading it. Focusing on all of the small detail is not good. That is what the new comics do to the eye. That is why they aren't as good. They just aren't done as well as the old-time masters.
However, I used to get tired of how Jack Kirby did things, too. Same old looks and actions and inking style all the time.
There was only so much of Jack I could take.
I didn't think of Jack Kirby for years until he had died, and Frank Miller was really into him.
"I just read 'King Conan' #4, part 4 of 4 of 'The Scarlet Citadel'. It was pretty good once I forced myself to read it. It didn't have the same feel as an original Conan story, though. It was created by a lesser author."
"The story was told by the King to his scribe. Conan related his tale, so it is through Conan that the story comes to being."
"One thing is for sure, Conan is adept at spinning a yarn. Also, he likes to drink. At that point, things might become a little fantastic."
So there it is, the first Conan comic I have read in a while. It ended up being pretty good.
It was hard to get into the language of the comic. It was actually work to read it.
I had to stand outside, with no other distraction.
It seems that it would be so much easier to just make the thing into a video, complete with sounds and voices. They ought to start doing that for comics, and if they don't, I will.
This comic was hard to read.
I was a willing audience member, too.
I don't know what is wrong, I used to whiz through ten comics in an afternoon, straight through.
Graphically, they don't as easy on the eyes with all of the computer crap they put in. They think it works, but it doesn't look as good to me.
It just makes me want to do my own Conan stories, or to just use the original source material, and do something with that, or to just make my own barbarian stories, in my own land.
That would be cool.
There were some full-page ads in the comic, which helped to ruin my experience of the story, which was hard enough to read.
Comics are still popular, though.
All I know is that it isn't Conan unless there is a naked woman near-by somewhere.
There wasn't a single naked lady anywhere in the comic, except in one of the pin-up illustrations, so that made up for it a little.
Once I actually read the comic, it was pretty good. My eyes kind of hurt after reading it. Focusing on all of the small detail is not good. That is what the new comics do to the eye. That is why they aren't as good. They just aren't done as well as the old-time masters.
However, I used to get tired of how Jack Kirby did things, too. Same old looks and actions and inking style all the time.
There was only so much of Jack I could take.
I didn't think of Jack Kirby for years until he had died, and Frank Miller was really into him.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Bert likes paperclips
Hi, I've just been working on my blogs for a couple of hours, and I'm wondering if another cup of coffee should be had, or if I should just go home.
Coffee gets to be expensive when you drink a cup or two every day. It adds up.
Anyway, I just read about microblogging on wiki.
I write something on Twitter once in a great while now. What I do there doesn't seem to have much of an effect on anything, so mostly, I don't bother. Twitter hasn't done much for me.
I've spent time trying to come up with good, funny, and interesting things to say, but mostly people don't care what I do there much.
It might change if I get famous someday, you never know.
I also read the wiki article on blogs. There are 156 million blogs out there.
Blogs are good so that everyone can put out and receive information, or write about anything in the news. It is good stuff. No longer do people have to rely on the 'supposed authority' of newspapers and television news.
They can write the news themselves, and that is a good thing.
The news corporations write the news themselves, so we may as well be able to.
Anyway, time for a smoke, and to think.
* * *
Sight and Sound.
Anyway, 2011 is coming to a close, and it will be a new date to sign my artwork with.
I was thinking of starting my whole art career over again.
I can just start it from the beginning.
Why not?
Who cares?
No one.
In a way, that makes me free.
It's been nice to turn video making into my main art form. At least people see it. That is something. With my artwork, it just sits there unless I figure out a way to transform it into a video, where it can then be ignored properly.
I guess I am going to have to come up with something that people actually like, that is my problem.
Well, I can sit here for another hour and blog to my heart's content, or I can just leave and go home.
I've done enough here today, though, another cup of coffee is starting to sound pretty good, actually.
I don't know if I can go through the motions of another cup, though. It means more blog entries, and more cigarette breaks, and I could end up sitting here for another hour, and I am itching to go. Plus, I have coffee at home, so what is the point?
I think I have written about everything I want to write about today so far, so there is no need to stay.
I have to rethink my life.
I have nothing going on.
People seem to be encroaching my space today, so maybe it is time to leave. I've done enough, haven't I?
I write more than people can read.
The drama of the day to cap it all off is a guy needs a paper clip.
That is my cue, it appears.
Coffee gets to be expensive when you drink a cup or two every day. It adds up.
Anyway, I just read about microblogging on wiki.
I write something on Twitter once in a great while now. What I do there doesn't seem to have much of an effect on anything, so mostly, I don't bother. Twitter hasn't done much for me.
I've spent time trying to come up with good, funny, and interesting things to say, but mostly people don't care what I do there much.
It might change if I get famous someday, you never know.
I also read the wiki article on blogs. There are 156 million blogs out there.
Blogs are good so that everyone can put out and receive information, or write about anything in the news. It is good stuff. No longer do people have to rely on the 'supposed authority' of newspapers and television news.
They can write the news themselves, and that is a good thing.
The news corporations write the news themselves, so we may as well be able to.
Anyway, time for a smoke, and to think.
* * *
Sight and Sound.
Anyway, 2011 is coming to a close, and it will be a new date to sign my artwork with.
I was thinking of starting my whole art career over again.
I can just start it from the beginning.
Why not?
Who cares?
No one.
In a way, that makes me free.
It's been nice to turn video making into my main art form. At least people see it. That is something. With my artwork, it just sits there unless I figure out a way to transform it into a video, where it can then be ignored properly.
I guess I am going to have to come up with something that people actually like, that is my problem.
Well, I can sit here for another hour and blog to my heart's content, or I can just leave and go home.
I've done enough here today, though, another cup of coffee is starting to sound pretty good, actually.
I don't know if I can go through the motions of another cup, though. It means more blog entries, and more cigarette breaks, and I could end up sitting here for another hour, and I am itching to go. Plus, I have coffee at home, so what is the point?
I think I have written about everything I want to write about today so far, so there is no need to stay.
I have to rethink my life.
I have nothing going on.
People seem to be encroaching my space today, so maybe it is time to leave. I've done enough, haven't I?
I write more than people can read.
The drama of the day to cap it all off is a guy needs a paper clip.
That is my cue, it appears.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Futility
It is frustrating with these blogs to get them all going.
Each one is like an online character, and they all need attention.
That takes time.
It takes a lot of time.
A lot of focus.
Then, all you can do is sit there and wait.
You wait for hits.
They don't come.
Every time you visit your blog, you get a hit on your little counter.
Even that number helps you to get hits, because if people see that your blog is visited, they will be more likely to peruse, which will increase your overall hits, which will lead to even more hits.
That is how it works.
Then, once you get hits going, then, you hope that will get clicks, which is people actually clicking on ads.
This takes even longer.
Once you get enough clicks, and generate enough revenue, then, in theory, they will pay you.
To get paid can take a long time.
It can take over a year to get that first check.
I have not gotten a check yet.
I need more hits and clicks.
Maybe I should research how to get more hits and clicks on blogs.
That would be nice.
Once you have an audience, then your content needs to be good.
The content at that point has to be real good, because people at that point will be expecting a lot out of you, and if you let them down, they will not read you anymore.
All the work you have done can all go to hell if you start writing blog entries that suck.
Nobody wants that to happen.
So, a lot is expected of the blogger.
You have to be quite a performer.
I could spend the same amount of time and energy to play the guitar, but I feel that I can express myself better with words than I can do with notes of music.
I guess I could go stand out there with a guitar and go out and play songs and sing, but I suck.
I could go out there with my painting easel, but then people judge you, and it gets mighty cold out there sometimes, and being in the sun for too long is no good.
I could always go home, and go get my paints, and paint in the cafe like I used to, but then I end up drinking too much coffee.
I actually like to paint in the cafe. It is good. It is a good place to paint. They have a window with northern light. It is awesome. You can actually see things how they are supposed to look like. It looks beautiful.
I need somebody to pay for my daily coffee, or, I need some people to buy my work, and to sustain my art career. That ain't no easy trick, you know.
Some people are able to make their art and make a living doing that. I don't know why I can't do that. I am going to have to do something about that soon. If I knew how to go about doing that, I would have done that a long time ago.
At least I have all the tools I need at my disposal to make all that happen now, and that is really fucking cool.
I love it.
The Universe is at my fingertips, and I can't get enough.
I am afraid that I might have to end up in some stupid, meaningless job again that will sap all of my energy on a daily basis, and slowly destroy my soul.
That would suck, dude.
Okay, that is enough for now. No need to go on with this trite exercise in futility.
Each one is like an online character, and they all need attention.
That takes time.
It takes a lot of time.
A lot of focus.
Then, all you can do is sit there and wait.
You wait for hits.
They don't come.
Every time you visit your blog, you get a hit on your little counter.
Even that number helps you to get hits, because if people see that your blog is visited, they will be more likely to peruse, which will increase your overall hits, which will lead to even more hits.
That is how it works.
Then, once you get hits going, then, you hope that will get clicks, which is people actually clicking on ads.
This takes even longer.
Once you get enough clicks, and generate enough revenue, then, in theory, they will pay you.
To get paid can take a long time.
It can take over a year to get that first check.
I have not gotten a check yet.
I need more hits and clicks.
Maybe I should research how to get more hits and clicks on blogs.
That would be nice.
Once you have an audience, then your content needs to be good.
The content at that point has to be real good, because people at that point will be expecting a lot out of you, and if you let them down, they will not read you anymore.
All the work you have done can all go to hell if you start writing blog entries that suck.
Nobody wants that to happen.
So, a lot is expected of the blogger.
You have to be quite a performer.
I could spend the same amount of time and energy to play the guitar, but I feel that I can express myself better with words than I can do with notes of music.
I guess I could go stand out there with a guitar and go out and play songs and sing, but I suck.
I could go out there with my painting easel, but then people judge you, and it gets mighty cold out there sometimes, and being in the sun for too long is no good.
I could always go home, and go get my paints, and paint in the cafe like I used to, but then I end up drinking too much coffee.
I actually like to paint in the cafe. It is good. It is a good place to paint. They have a window with northern light. It is awesome. You can actually see things how they are supposed to look like. It looks beautiful.
I need somebody to pay for my daily coffee, or, I need some people to buy my work, and to sustain my art career. That ain't no easy trick, you know.
Some people are able to make their art and make a living doing that. I don't know why I can't do that. I am going to have to do something about that soon. If I knew how to go about doing that, I would have done that a long time ago.
At least I have all the tools I need at my disposal to make all that happen now, and that is really fucking cool.
I love it.
The Universe is at my fingertips, and I can't get enough.
I am afraid that I might have to end up in some stupid, meaningless job again that will sap all of my energy on a daily basis, and slowly destroy my soul.
That would suck, dude.
Okay, that is enough for now. No need to go on with this trite exercise in futility.
Hey, does someone out there want to give me a million dollars?
I just thought I would ask. I might as well. I have nothing to lose.
The rebellion needs funding.
X-Wings require fuel, and that ain't cheap you know.
Jedi have expenses.
Who pays for The Rebellion?
Somebody has to.
Anyway, I have worked it out mathematically. I really need a million dollars, and all I want to do is put it in the bank, and keep it there.
Having lost a lot of money in investing recently, I can't really say that investing a good idea, not with this economy.
Maybe there is somebody out there who wants to float me $3000 a month if you like my work, and you like what I do.
$10,000 a month would be rad, that means I could make $120,000 grand a year, and then I can make art all day long, every day.
I could also upgrade my art studio, and that would be nice.
I can't make good work without funding. I don't know what people expect of me, but I know they expect a lot. They want the best, despite whether or not what they do is any good, they want the best all the time from everybody else, for their own selfish purposes of entertainment.
Humans are bastards, aren't they?
Anyway, please give me money, and give me a lot. I really need it.
In the likely event that a person from 'Clone Wars Adventures' sees this someday, and thinks of me as a 'Beggar Adult', well, what I'm doing here is business.
If somebody wants to give me money, why shouldn't I facilitate that happening, so my life can be made a little easier so that I can live my life and do what I want, and create a lot of art which is what I want to do?
Kids don't always understand how the world works.
I am seeing more and more that companies, well, a lot of them are 'beggar companies' and sometimes they need bail-outs.
The bigger a company is, the harder it is to make a profit.
I'm just a single solitary person, living a humble life. I need X amount of dollars every month to live, and to keep doing what I am doing.
So, if you want to give me money, let me know.
Even mailing me $1 will help.
That would be cool if somebody sent me $5, or maybe even $25.
It would be awesome if someone sent me $50 or a hundred.
All my former schools, they all ask for money, so are they 'beggar colleges'?
Maybe every one on the planet is a beggar.
Everybody asks for something once in a while.
Most of the time, men ask women for sex...haha.
In my case, I just need funding from month to month so I can get back to painting.
Paints aren't cheap, you know, and neither are canvasses.
I still have student loans to take care of.
Damn, I don't know how I am going to do all these blogs when I have to get some stupid job that will consume my life and my soul. It's going to suck, I just know it.
Unless I can generate some income with my art, it looks like I am fucked.
So, all you rich people who say you want to help artists, well, cough up some cash in my direction. A thousand is nothing to you, but it will pay my rent for a couple of months.
What I need is multiple people donating money to me every month, so I can live. That sounds good.
What I am proposing is not impossible.
I am going to make it happen.
I have to, or I will die, to be honest, and I don't want that to happen.
Dieing inside slowly at a crappy job you hate is the same as dieing in other ways. I've worked enough jobs to know.
I figured that you don't get what you don't ask for, so I am asking for a million dollars.
The rebellion needs funding.
X-Wings require fuel, and that ain't cheap you know.
Jedi have expenses.
Who pays for The Rebellion?
Somebody has to.
Anyway, I have worked it out mathematically. I really need a million dollars, and all I want to do is put it in the bank, and keep it there.
Having lost a lot of money in investing recently, I can't really say that investing a good idea, not with this economy.
Maybe there is somebody out there who wants to float me $3000 a month if you like my work, and you like what I do.
$10,000 a month would be rad, that means I could make $120,000 grand a year, and then I can make art all day long, every day.
I could also upgrade my art studio, and that would be nice.
I can't make good work without funding. I don't know what people expect of me, but I know they expect a lot. They want the best, despite whether or not what they do is any good, they want the best all the time from everybody else, for their own selfish purposes of entertainment.
Humans are bastards, aren't they?
Anyway, please give me money, and give me a lot. I really need it.
In the likely event that a person from 'Clone Wars Adventures' sees this someday, and thinks of me as a 'Beggar Adult', well, what I'm doing here is business.
If somebody wants to give me money, why shouldn't I facilitate that happening, so my life can be made a little easier so that I can live my life and do what I want, and create a lot of art which is what I want to do?
Kids don't always understand how the world works.
I am seeing more and more that companies, well, a lot of them are 'beggar companies' and sometimes they need bail-outs.
The bigger a company is, the harder it is to make a profit.
I'm just a single solitary person, living a humble life. I need X amount of dollars every month to live, and to keep doing what I am doing.
So, if you want to give me money, let me know.
Even mailing me $1 will help.
That would be cool if somebody sent me $5, or maybe even $25.
It would be awesome if someone sent me $50 or a hundred.
All my former schools, they all ask for money, so are they 'beggar colleges'?
Maybe every one on the planet is a beggar.
Everybody asks for something once in a while.
Most of the time, men ask women for sex...haha.
In my case, I just need funding from month to month so I can get back to painting.
Paints aren't cheap, you know, and neither are canvasses.
I still have student loans to take care of.
Damn, I don't know how I am going to do all these blogs when I have to get some stupid job that will consume my life and my soul. It's going to suck, I just know it.
Unless I can generate some income with my art, it looks like I am fucked.
So, all you rich people who say you want to help artists, well, cough up some cash in my direction. A thousand is nothing to you, but it will pay my rent for a couple of months.
What I need is multiple people donating money to me every month, so I can live. That sounds good.
What I am proposing is not impossible.
I am going to make it happen.
I have to, or I will die, to be honest, and I don't want that to happen.
Dieing inside slowly at a crappy job you hate is the same as dieing in other ways. I've worked enough jobs to know.
I figured that you don't get what you don't ask for, so I am asking for a million dollars.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Alien guy in a dress
Daiv just had to endure the male alien in female clothes. He had seen him/her before, and was slightly annoyed at the sight.
"It just doesn't work, nor does it convince anybody. It just makes people feel uncomfortable."
Then, he was outside, and he/she was walked outside too, and what was heard from the she-male was, "Goodness me, it was like shit in my mouth! Hahahahahaha" in a high-pitched, stupid, cackling, baritone giggle.
Normally, Daiv would utter some curse to his pagan gods at this utterance, but sometimes, there was just nothing to be said.
At least the she-male was gone with his friend, laughing off into The Sunset of Doom.
"I hope they have a good time...somewhere far from me."
It was all no big deal, just something he had to tolerate in the city. Minor annoyances would pass, and at least gave him content to put onto The Intergalactic Usernet.
* * *
Songs and music could sometimes transport him to another head space. He was thankful for music's ability to do that.
"Music soothes the savage zintharbeast, man," he said to himself reflectively.
* * *
He didn't want to think about what had just happened. He wanted to be free of outside influences, and just explore what was inside his own mind.
He liked sitting at the cafe to unwind, and to think. He liked the environment, and the freedom.
Having his own table for a while meant a lot to him.
He could do what he wanted for a short period of time.
He considered being at the cafe to be his office. He could think clearly, and the situation made him work instead of doddling, which he often did at home.
Other people in the cafe seemed to get him to work, even though other people's conversations could enter his head and disrupt his routine.
Other people were an annoyance, but they also gave him something to bounce off against.
"One thing is for sure, art is not created in the void of space," he stated silently so as not to bother anyone around him.
He had only been in the cafe for an hour, and already there had been drama, with people and aliens talking so loud that it filled the entire cafe.
"How annoying," he thought. "Some people think they are in a movie every where they go, and that the whole Universe is a stage for them to perform on. When I want to see a play, I'll buy a frickin' ticket."
With that, he sipped his bovacoffee.
* * *
There was another alien in the cafe. A Hipslog. A typical alien in these parts. Daiv had heard him play music on several occasions, and wasn't too impressed. When he wasn't playing badly, he had a tendency to talk a lot in the cafe, making it hard for Daiv to think.
Anyhow, Daiv was trying to decide on whether or not to take a speederbike ride across the city. It would only take an hour or two, and there was no guarantee that the trip would be worth his time.
Daiv was weighing out his decisions.
"Dang, I hope I didn't miss my window of opportunity. Knowing me, I might have blown it, though, and that sucks."
Everything seemed to suck for Daiv lately. He had to fix that, and he had to fix it soon, or else all would be lost.
* * *
Daiv had read some comic books the previous night, and in the morning, for entertainment and research. He didn't know if they were that good or not. The text was hard to read being too small, and what was written wasn't all that great, as if the writer didn't really have a command of The English language.
"Not always easy to cram words into little boxes. But if you are going to do it at all, write something decent for the reader. Geez," Daiv thought.
He had committed many literary crimes in his own comics, so he wasn't one to talk.
"Aw, crap, it all doesn't matter. I had a good time reading the comics, so I should be happy with that."
It was actually nice to look at a comic book again. The ads were annoying, and were so dominant that it kind of ruined the enjoyment of the comic.
"Dang, it sucks when you are trying to read a story about dudes on another planet, without all of a sudden seeing some ad for sport jerseys," he complained bitterly and softly. "Frick"
Anyway, that was how people had to make a living in The Galaxy, by selling their souls for cheap. It wasn't as if the art was all that great anyhow. It was just commercial work, designed to entertain a teenage mutant goon.
Anyhow, he felt that his time at the cafe was coming to a close, and he hadn't even gotten started yet.
"It sucks, everything sucks," he yelled inside his mind.
Nothing was going to ruin his day, though. He was going to have a good one, and with that, he smiled, shut down his portable computer station, and walked out of the cafe.
"It just doesn't work, nor does it convince anybody. It just makes people feel uncomfortable."
Then, he was outside, and he/she was walked outside too, and what was heard from the she-male was, "Goodness me, it was like shit in my mouth! Hahahahahaha" in a high-pitched, stupid, cackling, baritone giggle.
Normally, Daiv would utter some curse to his pagan gods at this utterance, but sometimes, there was just nothing to be said.
At least the she-male was gone with his friend, laughing off into The Sunset of Doom.
"I hope they have a good time...somewhere far from me."
It was all no big deal, just something he had to tolerate in the city. Minor annoyances would pass, and at least gave him content to put onto The Intergalactic Usernet.
* * *
Songs and music could sometimes transport him to another head space. He was thankful for music's ability to do that.
"Music soothes the savage zintharbeast, man," he said to himself reflectively.
* * *
He didn't want to think about what had just happened. He wanted to be free of outside influences, and just explore what was inside his own mind.
He liked sitting at the cafe to unwind, and to think. He liked the environment, and the freedom.
Having his own table for a while meant a lot to him.
He could do what he wanted for a short period of time.
He considered being at the cafe to be his office. He could think clearly, and the situation made him work instead of doddling, which he often did at home.
Other people in the cafe seemed to get him to work, even though other people's conversations could enter his head and disrupt his routine.
Other people were an annoyance, but they also gave him something to bounce off against.
"One thing is for sure, art is not created in the void of space," he stated silently so as not to bother anyone around him.
He had only been in the cafe for an hour, and already there had been drama, with people and aliens talking so loud that it filled the entire cafe.
"How annoying," he thought. "Some people think they are in a movie every where they go, and that the whole Universe is a stage for them to perform on. When I want to see a play, I'll buy a frickin' ticket."
With that, he sipped his bovacoffee.
* * *
There was another alien in the cafe. A Hipslog. A typical alien in these parts. Daiv had heard him play music on several occasions, and wasn't too impressed. When he wasn't playing badly, he had a tendency to talk a lot in the cafe, making it hard for Daiv to think.
Anyhow, Daiv was trying to decide on whether or not to take a speederbike ride across the city. It would only take an hour or two, and there was no guarantee that the trip would be worth his time.
Daiv was weighing out his decisions.
"Dang, I hope I didn't miss my window of opportunity. Knowing me, I might have blown it, though, and that sucks."
Everything seemed to suck for Daiv lately. He had to fix that, and he had to fix it soon, or else all would be lost.
* * *
Daiv had read some comic books the previous night, and in the morning, for entertainment and research. He didn't know if they were that good or not. The text was hard to read being too small, and what was written wasn't all that great, as if the writer didn't really have a command of The English language.
"Not always easy to cram words into little boxes. But if you are going to do it at all, write something decent for the reader. Geez," Daiv thought.
He had committed many literary crimes in his own comics, so he wasn't one to talk.
"Aw, crap, it all doesn't matter. I had a good time reading the comics, so I should be happy with that."
It was actually nice to look at a comic book again. The ads were annoying, and were so dominant that it kind of ruined the enjoyment of the comic.
"Dang, it sucks when you are trying to read a story about dudes on another planet, without all of a sudden seeing some ad for sport jerseys," he complained bitterly and softly. "Frick"
Anyway, that was how people had to make a living in The Galaxy, by selling their souls for cheap. It wasn't as if the art was all that great anyhow. It was just commercial work, designed to entertain a teenage mutant goon.
Anyhow, he felt that his time at the cafe was coming to a close, and he hadn't even gotten started yet.
"It sucks, everything sucks," he yelled inside his mind.
Nothing was going to ruin his day, though. He was going to have a good one, and with that, he smiled, shut down his portable computer station, and walked out of the cafe.
Daiv at The Galactic Cafe
"Well, I guess I could go to the credit branch by the sea, and get a nice speederbike ride out of it," Daiv thought to himself.
It was a drag to go across town for errands. There was a lot of traffic during the daylight.
What he wanted to do was work on his own stuff all day. Instead, he would have to put things on hold while he took care of business.
"%$&*", he muttered to himself. "Not this again."
He had done pretty well financially for some time, but his funding was running out.
"This is not good," he thought to himself. "This is not good at all."
He was up to his neck in debt. This had to be taken care of, or else bounty hunters would come after him for sure.
He wasn't too pleased with the prospect of a couple of heavies showing up at his door, with some electro-cuffs nearby. That did not sound too good at all.
All he wanted to do today was have fun and play video games. He had some quests he wanted to take care of by day's end.
To compound everything, it was his birthday in two days.
"Eeeek....there is nothing wrong with getting older, but my desire to work for The Man diminishes every day."
He wanted to do his own thing, and be his own boss. He was good at what he did, but he currently did not have any clients.
"That is most unfortunate," he thought to himself. "In fact, it sucks."
He had no back-up, either, at this point. All his resources had dried up, and what was left of his family, well, they had limited resources and were in no position to help.
He was on his own.
"Crap".
All he could really do was just laugh it all off for the meantime, and enjoy his time at the cafe.
Something had to be done, though. Something had to be done soon.
His options weren't too numerous.
Suicide would suck for him because, it would not work. He was the kind of person to botch that job up, which would probably result in him surviving the attempt, and being in worse shape than before. He wasn't into it. Life was too precious anyhow. The thought of never being able to see a hot alien babe zoom by on a speederbike, well, that was what kept him going.
"Once you are dead, that's it."
He was pretty sure that once you kicked the canister, that was it.
"There is no after-life except the thoughts of you in the minds of the living. That is the only way your soul survives, as an echo inside another being....if that."
He was pretty sure that people who had died were living in his mind. He could hear them once in a while.
"Just products of my run-away imagination," he figured.
All he knew was that there was a lot of energy in The Universe, and it had to go somewhere.
Anyway, he had begun a career as a Usernet writer and content creator some years back. It was fun, and he enjoyed doing it in his spare time. He would write articles and upload photos, same as most people. He was glad he could participate in what he called 'The Galactic Conversation".
There was a new system they had come up with, though. Usernet Central would need information from him that they had never asked for before. They wanted personal codes, passwords, and data numbers. He was reluctant to do this. However, it was the only way he would get paid for his content. He simply had to at some point deliver the information to them. He would do it eventually, if he could get organized. He needed the credits. The amount wouldn't be much, but every bit would help at this point. He liked to eat.
"Yeah, eating is nice. Can't live without that. Can't live without females in silver bodysuits, either, but that is an issue that can wait a day or two," he joked to himself.
Anyway, he was screwed, and he knew it.
Things were not looking good for our hero.
The situation seemed hopeless.
He needed a lead.
He needed friends.
He needed back-up.
He needed a safety net so that this kind of thing would never happen again.
Yet, he was still alive. He had survived this far.
Meanwhile, a famous comedian had died recently, and he was two years younger than Daiv.
"Damn, that sucks," he thought. "At least he lived a life, and made people laugh, and provided that service.
"Me? I haven't even gotten my life started yet, and that sucks even more."
If he was going to die, he wanted to be remembered. He didn't want his life to all be for nothing.
"That would suck most of all," he mused.
It was a drag to go across town for errands. There was a lot of traffic during the daylight.
What he wanted to do was work on his own stuff all day. Instead, he would have to put things on hold while he took care of business.
"%$&*", he muttered to himself. "Not this again."
He had done pretty well financially for some time, but his funding was running out.
"This is not good," he thought to himself. "This is not good at all."
He was up to his neck in debt. This had to be taken care of, or else bounty hunters would come after him for sure.
He wasn't too pleased with the prospect of a couple of heavies showing up at his door, with some electro-cuffs nearby. That did not sound too good at all.
All he wanted to do today was have fun and play video games. He had some quests he wanted to take care of by day's end.
To compound everything, it was his birthday in two days.
"Eeeek....there is nothing wrong with getting older, but my desire to work for The Man diminishes every day."
He wanted to do his own thing, and be his own boss. He was good at what he did, but he currently did not have any clients.
"That is most unfortunate," he thought to himself. "In fact, it sucks."
He had no back-up, either, at this point. All his resources had dried up, and what was left of his family, well, they had limited resources and were in no position to help.
He was on his own.
"Crap".
All he could really do was just laugh it all off for the meantime, and enjoy his time at the cafe.
Something had to be done, though. Something had to be done soon.
His options weren't too numerous.
Suicide would suck for him because, it would not work. He was the kind of person to botch that job up, which would probably result in him surviving the attempt, and being in worse shape than before. He wasn't into it. Life was too precious anyhow. The thought of never being able to see a hot alien babe zoom by on a speederbike, well, that was what kept him going.
"Once you are dead, that's it."
He was pretty sure that once you kicked the canister, that was it.
"There is no after-life except the thoughts of you in the minds of the living. That is the only way your soul survives, as an echo inside another being....if that."
He was pretty sure that people who had died were living in his mind. He could hear them once in a while.
"Just products of my run-away imagination," he figured.
All he knew was that there was a lot of energy in The Universe, and it had to go somewhere.
Anyway, he had begun a career as a Usernet writer and content creator some years back. It was fun, and he enjoyed doing it in his spare time. He would write articles and upload photos, same as most people. He was glad he could participate in what he called 'The Galactic Conversation".
There was a new system they had come up with, though. Usernet Central would need information from him that they had never asked for before. They wanted personal codes, passwords, and data numbers. He was reluctant to do this. However, it was the only way he would get paid for his content. He simply had to at some point deliver the information to them. He would do it eventually, if he could get organized. He needed the credits. The amount wouldn't be much, but every bit would help at this point. He liked to eat.
"Yeah, eating is nice. Can't live without that. Can't live without females in silver bodysuits, either, but that is an issue that can wait a day or two," he joked to himself.
Anyway, he was screwed, and he knew it.
Things were not looking good for our hero.
The situation seemed hopeless.
He needed a lead.
He needed friends.
He needed back-up.
He needed a safety net so that this kind of thing would never happen again.
Yet, he was still alive. He had survived this far.
Meanwhile, a famous comedian had died recently, and he was two years younger than Daiv.
"Damn, that sucks," he thought. "At least he lived a life, and made people laugh, and provided that service.
"Me? I haven't even gotten my life started yet, and that sucks even more."
If he was going to die, he wanted to be remembered. He didn't want his life to all be for nothing.
"That would suck most of all," he mused.
The Rebellion needs funding
"Dang," Daiv Coffeegordon said to himself while at the cafe. "I need an influx of credits to come my way, or else I am screwed."
Daiv hadn't always had the easiest time in his life. His adult life had been one struggle after another.
All he knew today was that the Galactic Credit Union wasn't too happy with him.
He had debts up to the yin-yang.
He had to do something, and quick.
He had forgone a normal life and a normal job for odd jobs, and for free time to develop his art. So far, his plan wasn't working too well. He needed new ways of thinking, new ways of living, and new ways of making cold, hard cash.
One thing was for sure, it wasn't going to be easy.
He was going to be fine today, everything was going to go well. It was tomorrow he was worried about.
"*&#$%#," he muttered to himself. "Well, nothing I can do about it now. I guess I'll go stand outside, have a deathstick, sip my coffee, and watch the aliens walk by."
Daiv hadn't always had the easiest time in his life. His adult life had been one struggle after another.
All he knew today was that the Galactic Credit Union wasn't too happy with him.
He had debts up to the yin-yang.
He had to do something, and quick.
He had forgone a normal life and a normal job for odd jobs, and for free time to develop his art. So far, his plan wasn't working too well. He needed new ways of thinking, new ways of living, and new ways of making cold, hard cash.
One thing was for sure, it wasn't going to be easy.
He was going to be fine today, everything was going to go well. It was tomorrow he was worried about.
"*&#$%#," he muttered to himself. "Well, nothing I can do about it now. I guess I'll go stand outside, have a deathstick, sip my coffee, and watch the aliens walk by."
Thursday, December 1, 2011
The Point of Art
Well, I don't know what the point of art is if nobody sees it.
I was just outside, standing and thinking about Cezanne, who used to spend all day long everyday outside painting his heart out.
Is that what a man is, standing outside and observing the world? It could be. There might not be anything else to do except to stand out there and paint. To me, that kind of makes sense.
Plein Air painting isn't all that fashionable these days. The kids like all that graffiti and hip hop stuff which I don't seem to care for much unless it is painted well. Most of it, I don't care at all, because the information for those paintings don't seem to be too interesting to me.
"Okay, so you don't comprehend English that well, and you live in the urban landscape, and you like cartoons, and you write graffiti in bathrooms and on public walls, and that is a life."
I don't seem to get it, and gangsta rap hasn't influenced me all that much. I just hardly care. So I rebel against all that stuff, and I know how unpopular that is, but just because all of the cattle are there, doesn't mean I have to join them. I don't see what the point is.
I'm the kind of person to go on my own secret journey. It's my life, so I can do what I want with it. I don't see why I have to follow the pack at all. There is no need for that.
Of course, my biggest problem right now is my lack of income. I'm going to have to do something about that soon, or die.
I have to go home and make some phone calls right now, so even that is an interruption to my writing. I just want to be free to write and create, and there always seems to be something in the way of that.
I was just thinking about how we never really had a music room in our house. We had a baby grand piano, but things were never really set up where someone could really jam out on an instrument of his/her choice.
Some households have the music room set up as a necessity.
It just depends on the household, I guess.
Our priority room was the television room.
That is sad, or, it is just the American Way.
I figure with all of my blog entries that all I have to do is write them, and then later, when I reread them, I can make changes as I think best.
That is what I like about electronic publishing, is the ability to always be able to edit the material.
I guess my death is my final deadline. After that, nothing will be changed.
Well, I have my work cut out for me today, I guess I had better get on it.
I have videos to make. I don't know what my next one will be. I have some new footage, so maybe I will just use that.
To get into 'video-making mode' is its own thing. It is quite different than writing a blog.
Another thing I like about blogs is that it is an 'endless page'. You never have to change the paper, and you never need a new typewriter ribbon.
That part of it is really nice.
Oh yeah, no need for 'white out' ever again, thank god.
Also, no need for stacks of paper with writings on it that you will never look at again. God knows I have enough of that stuff.
So what is the point of art? I don't know anymore. The world has changed.
There actually is a lot happening in The Art World, but one thing I am sure, is that it will never occupy people's minds like it does The Sports World, which seems to be all encompassing.
The Sports World is a gaseous giant like Jupiter. In comparison, The Art World seems to be like The Cold World of Pluto. Go there to see some art, and also get some attitude.
That is one of my problems with The Art World. They should be thankful to anyone entering a gallery or museum, as in, being really nice and considerate. Instead, you sometimes get judged and you get an attitude lip from somebody. That has been my experience at times, and I'm an artist. They should be kissing my ass, because it is people like me that even gives them product to sell.
I have met some really nice people in The Art World, too, though. Some really good people.
If The Art World wants to survive, they ought to treat everyone super nice, because their future depends on it, and I'm not joking.
Galleries close their doors right and left all the time, if they even manage to survive the first year.
The Art Business is tough. Good sales can come in periodically, but often not in a sustainable amount.
To even have an art show in a gallery, the printing of the cards, and mailing them out can get quite expensive right off the bat. Then there is the wine, the coordination of events, and the overhead. It all gets pricey, so unless a gallery has financial backing, the chances are slim that it will survive.
Some galleries are very commercial in the hopes that they will sell a lot, but then they end up showing and selling a bunch of nice but crappy art which to this viewer, seems very superficial. I've seen a lot of galleries like that.
There is an audience for that kind of art, though, because, this is America, and we don't always have good taste. That much is true.
Caricatures?
Here is a good one. I love the colors, and the figures. It's just great.
Wow, here is a caricature from Pompeii of a politician. Just a simple cartoon of somebody, but it works ever so well. It's probably the only thing that exists of that person, a satirical drawing on a wall that I only discovered because of my curiosity for knowledge.
I guess it is more important to be remembered as a dick politician than forgotten in the waste sand bins of time.
I was just outside, standing and thinking about Cezanne, who used to spend all day long everyday outside painting his heart out.
Is that what a man is, standing outside and observing the world? It could be. There might not be anything else to do except to stand out there and paint. To me, that kind of makes sense.
Plein Air painting isn't all that fashionable these days. The kids like all that graffiti and hip hop stuff which I don't seem to care for much unless it is painted well. Most of it, I don't care at all, because the information for those paintings don't seem to be too interesting to me.
"Okay, so you don't comprehend English that well, and you live in the urban landscape, and you like cartoons, and you write graffiti in bathrooms and on public walls, and that is a life."
I don't seem to get it, and gangsta rap hasn't influenced me all that much. I just hardly care. So I rebel against all that stuff, and I know how unpopular that is, but just because all of the cattle are there, doesn't mean I have to join them. I don't see what the point is.
I'm the kind of person to go on my own secret journey. It's my life, so I can do what I want with it. I don't see why I have to follow the pack at all. There is no need for that.
Of course, my biggest problem right now is my lack of income. I'm going to have to do something about that soon, or die.
I have to go home and make some phone calls right now, so even that is an interruption to my writing. I just want to be free to write and create, and there always seems to be something in the way of that.
I was just thinking about how we never really had a music room in our house. We had a baby grand piano, but things were never really set up where someone could really jam out on an instrument of his/her choice.
Some households have the music room set up as a necessity.
It just depends on the household, I guess.
Our priority room was the television room.
That is sad, or, it is just the American Way.
I figure with all of my blog entries that all I have to do is write them, and then later, when I reread them, I can make changes as I think best.
That is what I like about electronic publishing, is the ability to always be able to edit the material.
I guess my death is my final deadline. After that, nothing will be changed.
Well, I have my work cut out for me today, I guess I had better get on it.
I have videos to make. I don't know what my next one will be. I have some new footage, so maybe I will just use that.
To get into 'video-making mode' is its own thing. It is quite different than writing a blog.
Another thing I like about blogs is that it is an 'endless page'. You never have to change the paper, and you never need a new typewriter ribbon.
That part of it is really nice.
Oh yeah, no need for 'white out' ever again, thank god.
Also, no need for stacks of paper with writings on it that you will never look at again. God knows I have enough of that stuff.
So what is the point of art? I don't know anymore. The world has changed.
There actually is a lot happening in The Art World, but one thing I am sure, is that it will never occupy people's minds like it does The Sports World, which seems to be all encompassing.
The Sports World is a gaseous giant like Jupiter. In comparison, The Art World seems to be like The Cold World of Pluto. Go there to see some art, and also get some attitude.
That is one of my problems with The Art World. They should be thankful to anyone entering a gallery or museum, as in, being really nice and considerate. Instead, you sometimes get judged and you get an attitude lip from somebody. That has been my experience at times, and I'm an artist. They should be kissing my ass, because it is people like me that even gives them product to sell.
I have met some really nice people in The Art World, too, though. Some really good people.
If The Art World wants to survive, they ought to treat everyone super nice, because their future depends on it, and I'm not joking.
Galleries close their doors right and left all the time, if they even manage to survive the first year.
The Art Business is tough. Good sales can come in periodically, but often not in a sustainable amount.
To even have an art show in a gallery, the printing of the cards, and mailing them out can get quite expensive right off the bat. Then there is the wine, the coordination of events, and the overhead. It all gets pricey, so unless a gallery has financial backing, the chances are slim that it will survive.
Some galleries are very commercial in the hopes that they will sell a lot, but then they end up showing and selling a bunch of nice but crappy art which to this viewer, seems very superficial. I've seen a lot of galleries like that.
There is an audience for that kind of art, though, because, this is America, and we don't always have good taste. That much is true.
Caricatures?
Wow, here is a caricature from Pompeii of a politician. Just a simple cartoon of somebody, but it works ever so well. It's probably the only thing that exists of that person, a satirical drawing on a wall that I only discovered because of my curiosity for knowledge.
I guess it is more important to be remembered as a dick politician than forgotten in the waste sand bins of time.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Han Solo, The Clint Eastwood of Space
Well, I thought Luke Skywalker was alright when I first saw Star Wars, but I wanted to be Han Solo. He had a Millenium Falcon, and he had a Wookiee.
The true Han Solo character is Episode IV.
They all had aged too much by the time Episode V came out, and Han Solo began to become pussified.
The Han Solo character was at its peak during Episode IV. He was freewheeling, cocky, and very sure of himself.
I didn't know if Han would ever really go for Leia in a long-term relationship. I don't know if that would be in his character.
I would imagine he would have his way with her, but then he would be off cruising around the galaxy.
Sure, he might sleep with Leia four or five times, but Han is the kind of guy that likes to cruise around.
I don't imagine he would like to be stuck with just one woman. I think he would have a girl in every spaceport around the galaxy.
Han is a man of adventure, and I just don't think he would settle down too fast. He would get bored after ten minutes.
It might sound like a good idea, to be married to Leia, and to live more of a domestic life, but I don't see it happening.
Han is a man of adventure.
They have pretty much worked out what Han's life is, both before and after the movies. He does end up marrying Leia, and they have three kids. Leia becomes a jedi. One of their sons ends up turning to the dark side.
Harrison Ford pretty much lost interest in the character by Episode V. There really wasn't much for him to do. I wouldn't say that writing stories for the Han Solo character would be easy. One would have to know the Star Wars universe really well.
We know that Han was motivated by money, because space fuel is not cheap. Maintaining The Millenium Falcon would be a constant drain on his resources, as it needed constant repair. It was an old ship, over twenty years old, and Han definitely put it through some abuse.
The rule of thumb with any machine is that the more working parts it has, the more possibilities there are that something will go wrong.
Airplanes only last for so long. Traveling at high speeds eventually just wears down the metal of the plane, and the bolts holding it together.
The Millenium Falcon, and all Star Wars ships seemingly have shields that protect them when entering atmospheres of planets.
This must protect them.
One reason why Star Wars is a fantasy is that there is no sound in space, unless the galaxy where the Star Wars Universe is located has different physics.
Also, there is no way those ships could fly like that in space. There is no air to push against.
The new Battlestar Galactica way of how ships would fly is way more realistic as to how it could be.
You gotta love Star Wars, though.
Episode IV works as a stand alone movie. they never had to make another Star Wars movie, and it would still be a classic film.
It is good that they made 'Empire'. I don't know why Yoda would act that way towards Luke when they first met. Maybe Yoda was starting to go a little senile.
It was hard to take Yoda seriously at first, because, well, he was a puppet. But I eventually forgave them for that, and accepted Yoda as a character.
In Episode IV, Luke seemed really interested in Leia. He was hoping for a hook-up. In a way, it was better when Han and Luke were competing for Leia's affections.
Luke and Leia becoming brother and sister didn't happen until the second movie. They hadn't invented it yet. If Lucas had known that they would be siblings, he may have casted people that looked like they were related.
It was no contest who Leia was attracted to. It was Han.
But the story could have gone where maybe one night Leia and Luke got drunk one night, and had a wild time. Then it would be really funny if they found out they were brother and sister later. They would have to live with that forever.
Han would be pretty disgusted if Leia had sex with Luke, though.
But yeah, Luke never stood a chance with Leia.
Part of the pussification of Star Wars occurred because when you have characters all finding out that they are related, like a family reunion, it kind of ruins things.
Darth Vader was far more interesting when you knew nothing about him.
There is one problem that I haven't heard people talk about. Luke and Leia are both short. Vader is tall. How does that work? Luke should be taller than he is.
I never bought the whole deal with Annakin's mother. It didn't seem like too feasible of a situation. If he cared about her so much, why did he wait so long to rescue her? And why did she have to die? They didn't have to have these things happen.
As a result of her death, Annakin kills the whole tribe of indiginous sand people because of his anger and rage.
Why would Padme fall for Annakin when she was so much older? Also, Natalie Portman is not a good actress, and she is really unconvincing as a Senator. Nice try, George. It goes against logic that people around the galaxy would think of Padme as a competent Senator.
The Star Wars Universe is modeled more after the Dune Universe, where it is heavily populated. In Star Trek, space is much more empty, like it should be.
If Star Wars is a history of events in the past, in a far away galaxy, then how did people on Earth hear about it?
Star Wars is a fairy tale. There is no way any of it could have happened. Or could it have?
Rebel ships are more phallic, and look like dicks, while the Empire's ships are more vagina shaped, based on the body of the woman.
Anyway, Han is pretty cool.
I made a mistake in Clone Wars Adventures by not buying the Han Solo gear. That was a big mistake. I didn't think I was going to need it.
Also, I should have bought the Lando gear. It would go pretty good on my Bling lot.
That's another thing. I had a hard time believing the friendship of Han and Lando. I kind of believed it, but kind of didn't.
I guess they wanted to show that their could be black people in space.
Latino and Asian people are pretty much characterized by aliens. The long-necked aliens on Kamino where the clones were made are like the Japanese.
The little guy that flies with Lando in Episode III, he seemed like a Mexican to me.
Star Wars is kind of racist, but it is all done in good fun, I suppose. It's basically a universe from a white guy perspective.
Jar Jar will always suck, no matter what they do with that character. No one wants to watch a bumbling idiot with the most annoying Sesame Street retard voice ever invented.
Episode I had the makings of a good movie. The Chinese trade aliens in the beginning kind of set the tone for a flat experience, and the cgi was too phony instead of having real ship models like in the original Star Wars movies. It just didn't work.
Episode I would have been much better with an intro to the whole series, which explained the Star Wars Universe, and maybe showed some things from The Old Republic. Instead, you are just thrown into a boring movie with no idea of what is going on. I am still trying to figure out the words in Episode I. I've even read summaries of that movie. Padme is the queen, and then she is somebody else, and Naboo, and fat alien guy, and what is going on and why should I care? I don't know. The dialogue in Episode I is really bad. And then the pod race is made to be really important because they wanted to sell video games, and the KFC advertising, and the products.
People stood in line to see Episode I, and they walked out afterwards with a look of 'wtf' did I just see? And I waited in line to see that?
Darth Maul was a pretty awesome character, though.
I actually like the character of Quai-Gonn a lot.
Cgi Yoda is a hideous creation, and his dialogue was awful.
Annakin had that bowl hair cut.
What is The Chosen One supposed to be about when he goes Sith? Makes no sense. It works in the Dune books, but not too well in Star Wars.
Annakin isn't necessarily a person you are supposed to like. In fact, he's kind of a short-tempered dick who doesn't listen to his master, and is always at odds in an annoying way.
Luke's original name was Starkiller until studio execs made Lucas change it. Why would he have that name anyway? It was a good working title for Luke, because that is what he ended up doing, by killing The Death Star.
Do people have sex in Star Wars? Well, they must, otherwise the galaxy would not be populated. They never show that stuff, because of course, it's for kids, and you gotta make everybody happy, and you don't want women to get their panties all in a bunch. That would be bad. Lucas has some perv tendencies, though, of course he does. He wouldn't be into the sci-fi game if he wasn't.
We used to hold George up on a high pedestal as kids. He was the new Moses of science fiction. He was our leader as far as we were concerned. We couldn't get enough of Star Wars.
So hey. We used to have the Death Star playset. It looked nothing like the Death Star, but it was pretty fun. I liked the trash compactor and the monster that came with it that had the one eyeball.
Overall, Star Wars is great, though. Too bad Episodes I-III left people a little flat emotionally.
The music for Episode I is incredible. Too bad they didn't have a better movie to go along with it.
Han represented the wild west frontier of space. He had a pulse, and was in the tradition of Westerns. People could identify with him. He is the Clint Eastwood of Space.
The true Han Solo character is Episode IV.
They all had aged too much by the time Episode V came out, and Han Solo began to become pussified.
The Han Solo character was at its peak during Episode IV. He was freewheeling, cocky, and very sure of himself.
I didn't know if Han would ever really go for Leia in a long-term relationship. I don't know if that would be in his character.
I would imagine he would have his way with her, but then he would be off cruising around the galaxy.
Sure, he might sleep with Leia four or five times, but Han is the kind of guy that likes to cruise around.
I don't imagine he would like to be stuck with just one woman. I think he would have a girl in every spaceport around the galaxy.
Han is a man of adventure, and I just don't think he would settle down too fast. He would get bored after ten minutes.
It might sound like a good idea, to be married to Leia, and to live more of a domestic life, but I don't see it happening.
Han is a man of adventure.
They have pretty much worked out what Han's life is, both before and after the movies. He does end up marrying Leia, and they have three kids. Leia becomes a jedi. One of their sons ends up turning to the dark side.
Harrison Ford pretty much lost interest in the character by Episode V. There really wasn't much for him to do. I wouldn't say that writing stories for the Han Solo character would be easy. One would have to know the Star Wars universe really well.
We know that Han was motivated by money, because space fuel is not cheap. Maintaining The Millenium Falcon would be a constant drain on his resources, as it needed constant repair. It was an old ship, over twenty years old, and Han definitely put it through some abuse.
The rule of thumb with any machine is that the more working parts it has, the more possibilities there are that something will go wrong.
Airplanes only last for so long. Traveling at high speeds eventually just wears down the metal of the plane, and the bolts holding it together.
The Millenium Falcon, and all Star Wars ships seemingly have shields that protect them when entering atmospheres of planets.
This must protect them.
One reason why Star Wars is a fantasy is that there is no sound in space, unless the galaxy where the Star Wars Universe is located has different physics.
Also, there is no way those ships could fly like that in space. There is no air to push against.
The new Battlestar Galactica way of how ships would fly is way more realistic as to how it could be.
You gotta love Star Wars, though.
Episode IV works as a stand alone movie. they never had to make another Star Wars movie, and it would still be a classic film.
It is good that they made 'Empire'. I don't know why Yoda would act that way towards Luke when they first met. Maybe Yoda was starting to go a little senile.
It was hard to take Yoda seriously at first, because, well, he was a puppet. But I eventually forgave them for that, and accepted Yoda as a character.
In Episode IV, Luke seemed really interested in Leia. He was hoping for a hook-up. In a way, it was better when Han and Luke were competing for Leia's affections.
Luke and Leia becoming brother and sister didn't happen until the second movie. They hadn't invented it yet. If Lucas had known that they would be siblings, he may have casted people that looked like they were related.
It was no contest who Leia was attracted to. It was Han.
But the story could have gone where maybe one night Leia and Luke got drunk one night, and had a wild time. Then it would be really funny if they found out they were brother and sister later. They would have to live with that forever.
Han would be pretty disgusted if Leia had sex with Luke, though.
But yeah, Luke never stood a chance with Leia.
Part of the pussification of Star Wars occurred because when you have characters all finding out that they are related, like a family reunion, it kind of ruins things.
Darth Vader was far more interesting when you knew nothing about him.
There is one problem that I haven't heard people talk about. Luke and Leia are both short. Vader is tall. How does that work? Luke should be taller than he is.
I never bought the whole deal with Annakin's mother. It didn't seem like too feasible of a situation. If he cared about her so much, why did he wait so long to rescue her? And why did she have to die? They didn't have to have these things happen.
As a result of her death, Annakin kills the whole tribe of indiginous sand people because of his anger and rage.
Why would Padme fall for Annakin when she was so much older? Also, Natalie Portman is not a good actress, and she is really unconvincing as a Senator. Nice try, George. It goes against logic that people around the galaxy would think of Padme as a competent Senator.
The Star Wars Universe is modeled more after the Dune Universe, where it is heavily populated. In Star Trek, space is much more empty, like it should be.
If Star Wars is a history of events in the past, in a far away galaxy, then how did people on Earth hear about it?
Star Wars is a fairy tale. There is no way any of it could have happened. Or could it have?
Rebel ships are more phallic, and look like dicks, while the Empire's ships are more vagina shaped, based on the body of the woman.
Anyway, Han is pretty cool.
I made a mistake in Clone Wars Adventures by not buying the Han Solo gear. That was a big mistake. I didn't think I was going to need it.
Also, I should have bought the Lando gear. It would go pretty good on my Bling lot.
That's another thing. I had a hard time believing the friendship of Han and Lando. I kind of believed it, but kind of didn't.
I guess they wanted to show that their could be black people in space.
Latino and Asian people are pretty much characterized by aliens. The long-necked aliens on Kamino where the clones were made are like the Japanese.
The little guy that flies with Lando in Episode III, he seemed like a Mexican to me.
Star Wars is kind of racist, but it is all done in good fun, I suppose. It's basically a universe from a white guy perspective.
Jar Jar will always suck, no matter what they do with that character. No one wants to watch a bumbling idiot with the most annoying Sesame Street retard voice ever invented.
Episode I had the makings of a good movie. The Chinese trade aliens in the beginning kind of set the tone for a flat experience, and the cgi was too phony instead of having real ship models like in the original Star Wars movies. It just didn't work.
Episode I would have been much better with an intro to the whole series, which explained the Star Wars Universe, and maybe showed some things from The Old Republic. Instead, you are just thrown into a boring movie with no idea of what is going on. I am still trying to figure out the words in Episode I. I've even read summaries of that movie. Padme is the queen, and then she is somebody else, and Naboo, and fat alien guy, and what is going on and why should I care? I don't know. The dialogue in Episode I is really bad. And then the pod race is made to be really important because they wanted to sell video games, and the KFC advertising, and the products.
People stood in line to see Episode I, and they walked out afterwards with a look of 'wtf' did I just see? And I waited in line to see that?
Darth Maul was a pretty awesome character, though.
I actually like the character of Quai-Gonn a lot.
Cgi Yoda is a hideous creation, and his dialogue was awful.
Annakin had that bowl hair cut.
What is The Chosen One supposed to be about when he goes Sith? Makes no sense. It works in the Dune books, but not too well in Star Wars.
Annakin isn't necessarily a person you are supposed to like. In fact, he's kind of a short-tempered dick who doesn't listen to his master, and is always at odds in an annoying way.
Luke's original name was Starkiller until studio execs made Lucas change it. Why would he have that name anyway? It was a good working title for Luke, because that is what he ended up doing, by killing The Death Star.
Do people have sex in Star Wars? Well, they must, otherwise the galaxy would not be populated. They never show that stuff, because of course, it's for kids, and you gotta make everybody happy, and you don't want women to get their panties all in a bunch. That would be bad. Lucas has some perv tendencies, though, of course he does. He wouldn't be into the sci-fi game if he wasn't.
We used to hold George up on a high pedestal as kids. He was the new Moses of science fiction. He was our leader as far as we were concerned. We couldn't get enough of Star Wars.
So hey. We used to have the Death Star playset. It looked nothing like the Death Star, but it was pretty fun. I liked the trash compactor and the monster that came with it that had the one eyeball.
Overall, Star Wars is great, though. Too bad Episodes I-III left people a little flat emotionally.
The music for Episode I is incredible. Too bad they didn't have a better movie to go along with it.
Han represented the wild west frontier of space. He had a pulse, and was in the tradition of Westerns. People could identify with him. He is the Clint Eastwood of Space.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Hello, I'm at the outpost
I work hard down here to try and make things happen for myself. No one else will do it, I have to do it.
I've pretty much given up on trying to get my family to look at anything I do. They have opinions about things that don't always correlate with mine.
I have different ideas about things that don't necessarily correlate with much of the human race. In fact, some of my ideas might actually read as 'alien' to others.
The perception of me growing up was that I was 'weird'. Well, when you barely have enough food to eat at home, you have a tendency to reserve your strength to when you need it, so I didn't really go out of my way to become Mr. Popular.
Looking back, I really was a stick in the mud. I didn't have any positive energy to give to anybody. I had nothing to give, and that was sad. I didn't even know it much at the time. Maybe I did, but I didn't care. I was just trying to make it through the day, and I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with women, lol.
It's a lot nicer being older. You don't have to think about certain things anymore.
Time to make some coffee, and do some stuff. Laters.
Thanks for reading this. I appreciate it, I really do.
:)
I've pretty much given up on trying to get my family to look at anything I do. They have opinions about things that don't always correlate with mine.
I have different ideas about things that don't necessarily correlate with much of the human race. In fact, some of my ideas might actually read as 'alien' to others.
The perception of me growing up was that I was 'weird'. Well, when you barely have enough food to eat at home, you have a tendency to reserve your strength to when you need it, so I didn't really go out of my way to become Mr. Popular.
Looking back, I really was a stick in the mud. I didn't have any positive energy to give to anybody. I had nothing to give, and that was sad. I didn't even know it much at the time. Maybe I did, but I didn't care. I was just trying to make it through the day, and I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with women, lol.
It's a lot nicer being older. You don't have to think about certain things anymore.
Time to make some coffee, and do some stuff. Laters.
Thanks for reading this. I appreciate it, I really do.
:)
Good Bye for now
It's been a nice time at the coffee shop. I'm going to be continuing my rebel activities at home from my underground base.
I've got coffee to make, and some chicken soup, which is really awesome on a rainy day. It is soooo good. Mmmmm.
Anyhow, I saw a cute girl across the street, all packaged up in her outerspace outfit with a hood and gogo boots talking to some Brian Wislon guy with a beard and hat. He ass looks so cure wrapped in her sweater hoody dress thing.
It is sad when a woman loses the buoyancy in her ass, and it goes flat. That is so not fun. Happens all the time, though. It is sad when that happens.
There is always a good time to arrive, and a good time to leave in any situation.
Now is the time to leave, there is nothing for me here at the moment.
Besides, I am looking forward to the subterfuge I hope to create. ( I just have to make it look like I am up to something, so I can seem cool. )
The worst is when an interviewer what an actor is up to recently, and they have nothing going on, but they try and make it look like they have lots of projects going on.
Actors are people who say words written by other people, sheeeez.
I've got coffee to make, and some chicken soup, which is really awesome on a rainy day. It is soooo good. Mmmmm.
Anyhow, I saw a cute girl across the street, all packaged up in her outerspace outfit with a hood and gogo boots talking to some Brian Wislon guy with a beard and hat. He ass looks so cure wrapped in her sweater hoody dress thing.
It is sad when a woman loses the buoyancy in her ass, and it goes flat. That is so not fun. Happens all the time, though. It is sad when that happens.
There is always a good time to arrive, and a good time to leave in any situation.
Now is the time to leave, there is nothing for me here at the moment.
Besides, I am looking forward to the subterfuge I hope to create. ( I just have to make it look like I am up to something, so I can seem cool. )
The worst is when an interviewer what an actor is up to recently, and they have nothing going on, but they try and make it look like they have lots of projects going on.
Actors are people who say words written by other people, sheeeez.
Beards are pretty hip these days
I'm starting to get tired of mine, though. I don't know if it suits me well. It kind of just makes me look like a bum. I ought to shave it off today.
It's been fun not worrying about godd**n shaving for a couple of weeks, though. I get so tired of shaving. It's exhausting and tedious to do that every day. I don't enjoy it.
On rare occasion, a good shave feels really good, though.
I wouldn't imagine it is any fun for the girl.
Plus, it is a really ugly sight to see food in some guy's beard when he is eating.
Beards can look cool if you are a sick enough bastard to keep it trimmed, and to create a style, though.
Growing up, I always thought beards were a little creepy, and were just used as an excuse to cover up a fat guys face.
The beard on Jonathan Frakes on Star Trek: The Next Generation always seemed a little creepy to me. I thought he looked better on the first season with no beard. I didn't like the fact that a first officer had a beard. Any romance scenes with him were really creepy, as if you could never take it seriously that the chick would be into him.
Brian Wilson for the S.F. Giants has the best beard.
If you are going to have a beard, go all the way like he did, or not at all.
I'm just gonna go back to shaving once every couple of days.
I'm the kind of guy who likes one or two days of scruff, and that's about it.
Beards always show up in days of Rebellion, and these are definitely those days.
It's an economic war. People want to get paid. They want to live. They don't want to die. How can they live if there are no jobs? What are people supposed to do? Kill themselves because they can't live?
Some girls came into the cafe. They were talking so the whole cafe could hear. It wasn't too bad. It was just obvious that they wanted attention, or that they saw an opportunity to use the cafe as a stage. It's all so dramatic.
It seems so much easier to save the drama for the theater.
The whole world is a stage, that is for sure. Sadly, I just seem to be a prop in that world, or at best, an extra in somebody else's movie, lol.
In L.A., everybody thinks they are the star of their own movie 24-7. With everyone thinking that, there is nobody there to watch. I guess that was my job.
I used to have some nice Sundays in L.A. I would rather be here in S.F., though.
The business opportunities here are way more limited, however.
I don't stand a chance in this world.
Oh well, at least I can go home, make some more coffee, and get onto Clone Wars Adventures, so it ain't all too bad.
I wish I wasn't so much of a dork, but sometimes I just can't help it. I do have some shining moments once in a while, but they are rare, unfortunately.
It's been fun not worrying about godd**n shaving for a couple of weeks, though. I get so tired of shaving. It's exhausting and tedious to do that every day. I don't enjoy it.
On rare occasion, a good shave feels really good, though.
I wouldn't imagine it is any fun for the girl.
Plus, it is a really ugly sight to see food in some guy's beard when he is eating.
Beards can look cool if you are a sick enough bastard to keep it trimmed, and to create a style, though.
Growing up, I always thought beards were a little creepy, and were just used as an excuse to cover up a fat guys face.
The beard on Jonathan Frakes on Star Trek: The Next Generation always seemed a little creepy to me. I thought he looked better on the first season with no beard. I didn't like the fact that a first officer had a beard. Any romance scenes with him were really creepy, as if you could never take it seriously that the chick would be into him.
Brian Wilson for the S.F. Giants has the best beard.
If you are going to have a beard, go all the way like he did, or not at all.
I'm just gonna go back to shaving once every couple of days.
I'm the kind of guy who likes one or two days of scruff, and that's about it.
Beards always show up in days of Rebellion, and these are definitely those days.
It's an economic war. People want to get paid. They want to live. They don't want to die. How can they live if there are no jobs? What are people supposed to do? Kill themselves because they can't live?
Some girls came into the cafe. They were talking so the whole cafe could hear. It wasn't too bad. It was just obvious that they wanted attention, or that they saw an opportunity to use the cafe as a stage. It's all so dramatic.
It seems so much easier to save the drama for the theater.
The whole world is a stage, that is for sure. Sadly, I just seem to be a prop in that world, or at best, an extra in somebody else's movie, lol.
In L.A., everybody thinks they are the star of their own movie 24-7. With everyone thinking that, there is nobody there to watch. I guess that was my job.
I used to have some nice Sundays in L.A. I would rather be here in S.F., though.
The business opportunities here are way more limited, however.
I don't stand a chance in this world.
Oh well, at least I can go home, make some more coffee, and get onto Clone Wars Adventures, so it ain't all too bad.
I wish I wasn't so much of a dork, but sometimes I just can't help it. I do have some shining moments once in a while, but they are rare, unfortunately.
The Cult of Dirk Wampaflash
Hi, I'm at the cafe again, which is where I write most of my blogs these days.
It's been some life I've had. I still haven't even started living yet.
I live in a hell-hole.
I don't know what good that is going to do me over a long period of time.
I need an upgrade.
It's raining outside. I'm lucky I even have a laptop. It sure looks better to other people than just having some crappy writing or drawing pad, like the guy over there to the right of me.
Nothing like using the restroom and taking a crap, and having somebody go in right after you. Thankfully, I did a courtesy flush, so the stench would be limited.
It sucks being human sometimes.
We're supposed to be these noble creatures that came from the love of god, and the accomplishment of the day for most people is to take a good crap.
Anyhow, the clock is ticking on Star Wars Galaxies. Each day brings that game closer to the end. I don't know why they can't just keep it going, and make it free to play or something.
Not everybody has the sophisticated computer needed for The Old Republic. I currently don't have the memory available to even download it. I'll have to figure that out eventually.
I have a couple of BurnOut videos that I made last night that I have to upload. People like those because I swear a lot in them.
They are certainly fun videos to make.
It is a hard game, and all the crashing makes me swear.
I have lots of loyal fans now due to Clone Wars Adventures. It's amazing how well I am known on that game due to my youtube videos on the subject.
I have over 3000 friends on that game, and new people make friend requests every day.
Some kid was hoping to engage me in an argument today, so he could get on youtube, but he was too stupid to really piss me off. Plus, I wasn't in the mood.
The thing with Star Wars Galaxies is that there is a lot of information on that game that is good to read with the quests. Things they have going on relate to the real world sometimes. It feels like the writers want to pass that information on to the gamer. It makes it seem that there is a lot of espionage and excitement going on in the world.
I like the James Bond kind of stuff, with international intrigue.
Some woman is standing at the next table over, looking at the newspaper. She has no idea that she is being a nuisance towards my writing activity.
Women are pretty nosy, you know. It seems to be in their nature. Out of curiosity, they poke their nose into other people's business.
I did make eye contact with her, and I said, "Good Morning."
She did say that she was curious about my typing, because I have an external keyboard.
'It's a better angle to type on," I replied.
I basically caught her being inquisitive about my situation, but she was too mousy to interrupt me. Instead, she had to mouse around my immediate area. The only reason why there was an exchange of words is because I went out of my way to say something. She wouldn't have. So, the whole decoy with the newspaper was just an excuse to hover over my area.
She was nice enough, though. She smiled when I talked to her.
An older lady, she was past the age of my interest.
People are like dogs sometimes, and that goes for both men and women. They make their morning rounds and piss on trees.
We all do it, and leave our scent wherever we go.
People want to know what is going on in their neighborhood.
So, I'm a rebel. I don't know exactly what I'm rebelling against anymore. I just don't want to end up being a fry cook is all. That would suck.
In the meantime, I don't know what it would take for me to be successful.
I would have to shower more often, cut my hair, and shave for starters. I would need to dress for success. I would have to do this every day. It's just not in my nature. I just don't think about that stuff when I have things to do.
Painters don't think about hygiene all that much. Cezanne never gave a f**k about it, and his paintings are amazing.
I don't know how far I am going to get writing these blogs. Probably nowhere, to be honest. But I will continue writing anyhow, no matter what happens.
One thing is for sure, if I don't do these entries, nothing will happen for sure.
At least creating these entries will give me a chance, and that is a universe of hope.
Meanwhile, I am listening to AA people talk for the past hour. They are a chore to listen to. I know they think that what they are doing is helpful to each other, but it is annoying to me.
I wish they would just go have a drink, and live their lives.
I stepped out for a cigarette, and the AA people finally left, thank god. The percussion of their dialogue was getting to me, like a constant buzz of machinery that won't stop.
I thought about 'Clone Wars Adventures' while I was outside. Also about Han Solo. I ought to read about him on wookiepedia, which is a great Star Wars resource if you haven't looked at it yet.
Anyway, I know I will get back onto the game the moment I get home. I spend a lot of time on that game, but I have to if I want to build.
I finally procured the DOT droid last night. Thank god. I thought I would never get it. My friend told me there still might be a chance to get it. I am so glad that I took a chance. I've been trying to get that damn droid for a long time. It was hard to get with all the kids on. What happens is Emissary Event goes to people's houses, and gives out DOT droids to people whose house they visit. Competing for attention was never my bag, and to be noticed when there is one-hundred people around all talking in the global chat box, well, I didn't stand a chance in hell.
Then out of the blue, the Emissary said to me, "Got the Dot droid yet?"
"I don't have it yet."
"Here you go..." and then he gave me some sixteen digit code to get the droid.
I was pretty happy. I've been trying to figure out how to get that droid for over six months now.
There is a new droid that is coming out. I'm pretty excited about that. It is a lime green one. It will be a fine addition to my droid collection.
So, the cult of Dirk Wampaflash is going good. It is nice to have friends and loyal followers. Most of them are just kids who play the game, and they happen to like my videos and what I build. It is all fun.
It doesn't matter to me if Dirk gets famous, or that I do, it's all the same.
In a way, it's just like me being an actor. I play a character, and I might get famous as a result of that character.
Mark Hamill has done an awesome job being the joker, first in the animated series, and he does the voice in Arkham Asylum, which made half a billion dollars or something, who knows. I'm glad he found life after Luke Skywalker. He's starting to gain some weight. Maybe he and Carrie Fisher could take some yoga classes. They would look more like themselves, and would probably feel better.
Anyway, the chances of my art career going anywhere is rather slim. Art doesn't seem to be like being an actor or musician.
Sometimes it is the art, sometimes it is the artist that they want. Sometimes it is the combo. Most of the time, people don't want the artist or the art, and they just wait for the artist to die, so he won't be around to annoy anybody.
It's sad, lol.
It is twenty after twelve. I don't know if it will do me much good to spend more time here today. I like being here, though. I got piano music here, hot coffee, and fresh air, and even my own cigarette lounge right out the door.
I guess I was never good at being a professional anything. Hard to be an artist when you have limited resources. That was always my problem. You have to use the best materials if you want to make it in the art world.
I have seen however, that what people think is professional doesn't always make the best art. It just means that you are making something that you want to sell, and that is a pretty shallow reason to make art. Those pieces of art are called 'potboilers', pieces specifically made for money. Often, it is not the artist's best work. It is just a bunch of crap to sell. Nothing wrong with that, I've done it myself. I've created images that I knew people would like, and to my surprise, it worked. I would sell paintings right off the wall. Those days were good to have an art show, and walk out of work with some extra money. I need those days again. It is no fun to be poor. It is not in my interest to be poverty-ridden. I need some perks. Life is more fun that way.
It's true, but people judge you if you are rich or poor. They want you if they sense that you are a money-magnet. Even then, they don't want you, they just want what you got. That is pretty shallow.
My favorite thing is to walk in somewhere, and they judge me for my art clothes, but then my money changes the expression on their faces pretty damn quick.
I like playing that 'you can't judge a book by it's cover' card. You can put the book in a leather binding, but that doesn't make it into a good book.
There are a lot of shallow people in America, sad to say.
I do have to say that living in San Francisco is rather nice at times. There are a lot of good people here, and they don't have that L.A. cult of personality thing going, where everybody wants to be noticed just for standing there.
I used to hate working in the cafe and some guy would walk into the cafe wearing his glasses in doors trying to be a hotshot. Or maybe the guy was famous, who cares? Be a person, and order your coffee, and join the human race for five minutes out of your day. You have the rest of the day to be famous. Coffee is about humility, man.
It's been some life I've had. I still haven't even started living yet.
I live in a hell-hole.
I don't know what good that is going to do me over a long period of time.
I need an upgrade.
It's raining outside. I'm lucky I even have a laptop. It sure looks better to other people than just having some crappy writing or drawing pad, like the guy over there to the right of me.
Nothing like using the restroom and taking a crap, and having somebody go in right after you. Thankfully, I did a courtesy flush, so the stench would be limited.
It sucks being human sometimes.
We're supposed to be these noble creatures that came from the love of god, and the accomplishment of the day for most people is to take a good crap.
Anyhow, the clock is ticking on Star Wars Galaxies. Each day brings that game closer to the end. I don't know why they can't just keep it going, and make it free to play or something.
Not everybody has the sophisticated computer needed for The Old Republic. I currently don't have the memory available to even download it. I'll have to figure that out eventually.
I have a couple of BurnOut videos that I made last night that I have to upload. People like those because I swear a lot in them.
They are certainly fun videos to make.
It is a hard game, and all the crashing makes me swear.
I have lots of loyal fans now due to Clone Wars Adventures. It's amazing how well I am known on that game due to my youtube videos on the subject.
I have over 3000 friends on that game, and new people make friend requests every day.
Some kid was hoping to engage me in an argument today, so he could get on youtube, but he was too stupid to really piss me off. Plus, I wasn't in the mood.
The thing with Star Wars Galaxies is that there is a lot of information on that game that is good to read with the quests. Things they have going on relate to the real world sometimes. It feels like the writers want to pass that information on to the gamer. It makes it seem that there is a lot of espionage and excitement going on in the world.
I like the James Bond kind of stuff, with international intrigue.
Some woman is standing at the next table over, looking at the newspaper. She has no idea that she is being a nuisance towards my writing activity.
Women are pretty nosy, you know. It seems to be in their nature. Out of curiosity, they poke their nose into other people's business.
I did make eye contact with her, and I said, "Good Morning."
She did say that she was curious about my typing, because I have an external keyboard.
'It's a better angle to type on," I replied.
I basically caught her being inquisitive about my situation, but she was too mousy to interrupt me. Instead, she had to mouse around my immediate area. The only reason why there was an exchange of words is because I went out of my way to say something. She wouldn't have. So, the whole decoy with the newspaper was just an excuse to hover over my area.
She was nice enough, though. She smiled when I talked to her.
An older lady, she was past the age of my interest.
People are like dogs sometimes, and that goes for both men and women. They make their morning rounds and piss on trees.
We all do it, and leave our scent wherever we go.
People want to know what is going on in their neighborhood.
So, I'm a rebel. I don't know exactly what I'm rebelling against anymore. I just don't want to end up being a fry cook is all. That would suck.
In the meantime, I don't know what it would take for me to be successful.
I would have to shower more often, cut my hair, and shave for starters. I would need to dress for success. I would have to do this every day. It's just not in my nature. I just don't think about that stuff when I have things to do.
Painters don't think about hygiene all that much. Cezanne never gave a f**k about it, and his paintings are amazing.
I don't know how far I am going to get writing these blogs. Probably nowhere, to be honest. But I will continue writing anyhow, no matter what happens.
One thing is for sure, if I don't do these entries, nothing will happen for sure.
At least creating these entries will give me a chance, and that is a universe of hope.
Meanwhile, I am listening to AA people talk for the past hour. They are a chore to listen to. I know they think that what they are doing is helpful to each other, but it is annoying to me.
I wish they would just go have a drink, and live their lives.
I stepped out for a cigarette, and the AA people finally left, thank god. The percussion of their dialogue was getting to me, like a constant buzz of machinery that won't stop.
I thought about 'Clone Wars Adventures' while I was outside. Also about Han Solo. I ought to read about him on wookiepedia, which is a great Star Wars resource if you haven't looked at it yet.
Anyway, I know I will get back onto the game the moment I get home. I spend a lot of time on that game, but I have to if I want to build.
I finally procured the DOT droid last night. Thank god. I thought I would never get it. My friend told me there still might be a chance to get it. I am so glad that I took a chance. I've been trying to get that damn droid for a long time. It was hard to get with all the kids on. What happens is Emissary Event goes to people's houses, and gives out DOT droids to people whose house they visit. Competing for attention was never my bag, and to be noticed when there is one-hundred people around all talking in the global chat box, well, I didn't stand a chance in hell.
Then out of the blue, the Emissary said to me, "Got the Dot droid yet?"
"I don't have it yet."
"Here you go..." and then he gave me some sixteen digit code to get the droid.
I was pretty happy. I've been trying to figure out how to get that droid for over six months now.
There is a new droid that is coming out. I'm pretty excited about that. It is a lime green one. It will be a fine addition to my droid collection.
So, the cult of Dirk Wampaflash is going good. It is nice to have friends and loyal followers. Most of them are just kids who play the game, and they happen to like my videos and what I build. It is all fun.
It doesn't matter to me if Dirk gets famous, or that I do, it's all the same.
In a way, it's just like me being an actor. I play a character, and I might get famous as a result of that character.
Mark Hamill has done an awesome job being the joker, first in the animated series, and he does the voice in Arkham Asylum, which made half a billion dollars or something, who knows. I'm glad he found life after Luke Skywalker. He's starting to gain some weight. Maybe he and Carrie Fisher could take some yoga classes. They would look more like themselves, and would probably feel better.
Anyway, the chances of my art career going anywhere is rather slim. Art doesn't seem to be like being an actor or musician.
Sometimes it is the art, sometimes it is the artist that they want. Sometimes it is the combo. Most of the time, people don't want the artist or the art, and they just wait for the artist to die, so he won't be around to annoy anybody.
It's sad, lol.
It is twenty after twelve. I don't know if it will do me much good to spend more time here today. I like being here, though. I got piano music here, hot coffee, and fresh air, and even my own cigarette lounge right out the door.
I guess I was never good at being a professional anything. Hard to be an artist when you have limited resources. That was always my problem. You have to use the best materials if you want to make it in the art world.
I have seen however, that what people think is professional doesn't always make the best art. It just means that you are making something that you want to sell, and that is a pretty shallow reason to make art. Those pieces of art are called 'potboilers', pieces specifically made for money. Often, it is not the artist's best work. It is just a bunch of crap to sell. Nothing wrong with that, I've done it myself. I've created images that I knew people would like, and to my surprise, it worked. I would sell paintings right off the wall. Those days were good to have an art show, and walk out of work with some extra money. I need those days again. It is no fun to be poor. It is not in my interest to be poverty-ridden. I need some perks. Life is more fun that way.
It's true, but people judge you if you are rich or poor. They want you if they sense that you are a money-magnet. Even then, they don't want you, they just want what you got. That is pretty shallow.
My favorite thing is to walk in somewhere, and they judge me for my art clothes, but then my money changes the expression on their faces pretty damn quick.
I like playing that 'you can't judge a book by it's cover' card. You can put the book in a leather binding, but that doesn't make it into a good book.
There are a lot of shallow people in America, sad to say.
I do have to say that living in San Francisco is rather nice at times. There are a lot of good people here, and they don't have that L.A. cult of personality thing going, where everybody wants to be noticed just for standing there.
I used to hate working in the cafe and some guy would walk into the cafe wearing his glasses in doors trying to be a hotshot. Or maybe the guy was famous, who cares? Be a person, and order your coffee, and join the human race for five minutes out of your day. You have the rest of the day to be famous. Coffee is about humility, man.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
About Blogging and Other Stuff
It takes just as much time to write a decent blog as it does to make videos.
With a blog, so far, it doesn't really seem to matter what I write, as long I write something to fill the space.
With no one commenting, in a way, I am writing within a void.
With no one to read what I write, and with no feedback, I will just continue to write whatever seems good to me at the time, and let the chips fall where they may.
I don't know what else to do.
Anyway, I have plans to make some more BurnOut video game videos today. That seems like it would be a fun thing to do.
Likewise, it doesn't matter what I do with the videos, as long as I just keep making them, and having a good time. That part of it will at least transfer to the videos themselves.
I am getting hits on my videos, and that is fun. No critical feedback of any kind, though. That gets a little disheartening. However, most of the people who watch my videos are teenagers, or, at least they are the only ones who comment, and they don't have much to say in a constructive sense. They are just too young.
The older people, I guess, just don't feel like commenting. I would imagine they don't have time to comment on youtube, because, well, they have busy lives, and a lot to do.
There is a guy sitting to the right of me who just showed up. He is quietly doing his thing. He sat facing the same way I am, which is towards the wall. I like it this way, then you don't have to be distracted by the goings-on of the cafe. He is actually the first person I saw who copied me in this way. Most people have their laptops faced away from people. I don't care if people see what I am doing. I just don't want to have to look at them all the time. It is distracting. Plus, this way, all the dialogue in the cafe becomes blended, and it sounds like background music to me.
Always good to have music in the background for both writing and painting. It keeps it all going.
Two women sat to the left of me. One of them has a baby. We'll see how this all goes.
So, I have my plan made out for the day.
I don't feel the need to sit here blogging for hours more. I don't know what good that is going to do, when I can make videos, and get more attention and views that way.
Blogger seems slow to get hits. Not as many people are into blogs as they are into videos. What I wanted to mention before I log off, is that many sites have blogs now, and it seems to me that they can't get enough people to blog. It seems to me like they can't get enough. They need bloggers and content creators. They really do. It must amount to money for them with the advertisers. It must. Otherwise, there would not be such a drive to get people to make and read blogs.
The blogger does not get paid much unless he has a popular blog, and that is no easy task.
I was reading some thing on wordpress that went something like, 'Make your blog unique and individual looking...Stand Out From The Rest! Create Beautiful Templates, and people are sure to flock to your site!!"
Yeah, right. If everybody is creating a blog, who are the readers? I don't know of anybody who spends time reading blogs all day. Why would they? I have no idea.
I've already written so many blog entries that it would take a week for somebody to read them all. I doubt if there is one person who has. Not even I have read them all. I had plans to read over them once in a while to possibly modify and improve them, but since I don't have any readers, I don't know what the point of doing that is at this point.
It turns out that both the women have a baby with them, and they are sharing their experiences, and bonding. One woman is talking more than the other, and each woman would rather talk about their own experiences, and not really listen to the other. One woman seems to have steered the whole conversation towards her and her baby, and she doesn't seem to be too interested in the other woman, except as a sounding board.
Always good to see a therapy session in progress.
The white woman is breast feeding. Too bad I missed the pulling out of the left breast. I guess I didn't want to stare when it was happening.
Some people get offended by breast feeding in public. I don't. The more that tits are out, the better, as far as I am concerned.
It's basically what breasts were made for, not as sex toys for guys all the time.
Anyway...time to go soon.
I'm just trying to figure out if there is anything else I need to blog about before I leave. I think I have covered all the bases, I am not sure.
I will mention that it sure is nice to have a spell check as you type. Amazing that people type with as many errors as they do, and don't bother to fix the mistakes.
In the future, they may have options for capitalization, grammar, and usage connected right to the blog. That would be nice.
I'm sure someday, I will just be able to talk into my headset, and it will type out everything I say. However, it is nice just to type, and probably goes faster than the labor it takes to vocalize everything. This is pretty direct, from mind to hand to keyboard to screen, and you never have to have an eraser around. No correction fluid, either, isn't that nice? It sure is.
It is hard enough to write, without having to replace the ribbon all the time, sharpen the pencil, get a new pen, or my favorite, "Oh no! I spilled coffee all over my essay! I have to type it all over again!!"
Luckily, a good xerox machine saved me from any coffee spills.
The women are still chatterboxing away, having a nice time, and I am sure their husbands are at work slaving away at a job they hate, working for people they hate, who underpay them.
Looks like it is time to go home soon. I can't think with all this around me.
With a blog, so far, it doesn't really seem to matter what I write, as long I write something to fill the space.
With no one commenting, in a way, I am writing within a void.
With no one to read what I write, and with no feedback, I will just continue to write whatever seems good to me at the time, and let the chips fall where they may.
I don't know what else to do.
Anyway, I have plans to make some more BurnOut video game videos today. That seems like it would be a fun thing to do.
Likewise, it doesn't matter what I do with the videos, as long as I just keep making them, and having a good time. That part of it will at least transfer to the videos themselves.
I am getting hits on my videos, and that is fun. No critical feedback of any kind, though. That gets a little disheartening. However, most of the people who watch my videos are teenagers, or, at least they are the only ones who comment, and they don't have much to say in a constructive sense. They are just too young.
The older people, I guess, just don't feel like commenting. I would imagine they don't have time to comment on youtube, because, well, they have busy lives, and a lot to do.
There is a guy sitting to the right of me who just showed up. He is quietly doing his thing. He sat facing the same way I am, which is towards the wall. I like it this way, then you don't have to be distracted by the goings-on of the cafe. He is actually the first person I saw who copied me in this way. Most people have their laptops faced away from people. I don't care if people see what I am doing. I just don't want to have to look at them all the time. It is distracting. Plus, this way, all the dialogue in the cafe becomes blended, and it sounds like background music to me.
Always good to have music in the background for both writing and painting. It keeps it all going.
Two women sat to the left of me. One of them has a baby. We'll see how this all goes.
So, I have my plan made out for the day.
I don't feel the need to sit here blogging for hours more. I don't know what good that is going to do, when I can make videos, and get more attention and views that way.
Blogger seems slow to get hits. Not as many people are into blogs as they are into videos. What I wanted to mention before I log off, is that many sites have blogs now, and it seems to me that they can't get enough people to blog. It seems to me like they can't get enough. They need bloggers and content creators. They really do. It must amount to money for them with the advertisers. It must. Otherwise, there would not be such a drive to get people to make and read blogs.
The blogger does not get paid much unless he has a popular blog, and that is no easy task.
I was reading some thing on wordpress that went something like, 'Make your blog unique and individual looking...Stand Out From The Rest! Create Beautiful Templates, and people are sure to flock to your site!!"
Yeah, right. If everybody is creating a blog, who are the readers? I don't know of anybody who spends time reading blogs all day. Why would they? I have no idea.
I've already written so many blog entries that it would take a week for somebody to read them all. I doubt if there is one person who has. Not even I have read them all. I had plans to read over them once in a while to possibly modify and improve them, but since I don't have any readers, I don't know what the point of doing that is at this point.
It turns out that both the women have a baby with them, and they are sharing their experiences, and bonding. One woman is talking more than the other, and each woman would rather talk about their own experiences, and not really listen to the other. One woman seems to have steered the whole conversation towards her and her baby, and she doesn't seem to be too interested in the other woman, except as a sounding board.
Always good to see a therapy session in progress.
The white woman is breast feeding. Too bad I missed the pulling out of the left breast. I guess I didn't want to stare when it was happening.
Some people get offended by breast feeding in public. I don't. The more that tits are out, the better, as far as I am concerned.
It's basically what breasts were made for, not as sex toys for guys all the time.
Anyway...time to go soon.
I'm just trying to figure out if there is anything else I need to blog about before I leave. I think I have covered all the bases, I am not sure.
I will mention that it sure is nice to have a spell check as you type. Amazing that people type with as many errors as they do, and don't bother to fix the mistakes.
In the future, they may have options for capitalization, grammar, and usage connected right to the blog. That would be nice.
I'm sure someday, I will just be able to talk into my headset, and it will type out everything I say. However, it is nice just to type, and probably goes faster than the labor it takes to vocalize everything. This is pretty direct, from mind to hand to keyboard to screen, and you never have to have an eraser around. No correction fluid, either, isn't that nice? It sure is.
It is hard enough to write, without having to replace the ribbon all the time, sharpen the pencil, get a new pen, or my favorite, "Oh no! I spilled coffee all over my essay! I have to type it all over again!!"
Luckily, a good xerox machine saved me from any coffee spills.
The women are still chatterboxing away, having a nice time, and I am sure their husbands are at work slaving away at a job they hate, working for people they hate, who underpay them.
Looks like it is time to go home soon. I can't think with all this around me.
Celebrity Corpses and other stuff
I refuse to let him ruin my day, yet thoughts of him creep up, and then I get disturbed.
Time for a cigarette, I can't think right now with all the chatter next to me.
Lol. My friend told me a story that Paul Kantner from 'Jefferson Airplane' told him. Well, first of all, he's a customer at a local bar, and told my friend that one time, they were at a party, and his dead friend's ashes were there in an urn. Well, the people were so out of it doing whatever, that they decided to snort his ashes.
That is pretty amazing, huh?
I was talking to him about how steel mill workers dug up Charlie Chaplin's grave, and held the body for ransom, but were caught, and how they exhumed Bobby Fisher's body, the chess player, to do an autopsy on him.
That's how that stuff all came about.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day. The weather is nice. Of course, my mother always seemed to identify the emotional state of god with how the weather was. I never bought into that, but I guess women like to think that way. I guess it is easier than studying the cause and effect of why things happen.
There are scientific reasons why the sky is blue, and why the grass is green. I'll let you look it up on google or wikipedia. I can't do everything for you.
Sometimes people ask me stuff in a video game, and sometimes they really want an answer, and sometimes they are just too lazy to even read the information on the log-in screen. I can't help those people who don't read what is presented right in front of them.
Well, it is a good day to write.
There is a freshness to the air today. San Francisco is a good place for fresh air, even with all the cars. The wind from over the ocean moistens the air, and keeps it clean. In contrast, the air over L.A. just hangs there like a dead lake. Nothing is going to make that pollution go away. I don't know what they are going to do about that. Mexico City is twice as bad as L.A. from what I hear.
I just wrote a long letter to my oldest brother. He claims he has ADD now. That might actually explain a lot. But I also feel that he has been using that as a crutch.
Somehow all the things he's ever done in his life was because of ADD.
Well, it could be true with his attention span, and all that.
It could be that was just how we were raised, in a very chaotic situation with lots of children and not enough resources.
My parents had eight kids. I guess they liked having kids. They were Mormon.
I think it is time to have more coffee, and to have a smoke.
Time for a cigarette, I can't think right now with all the chatter next to me.
Lol. My friend told me a story that Paul Kantner from 'Jefferson Airplane' told him. Well, first of all, he's a customer at a local bar, and told my friend that one time, they were at a party, and his dead friend's ashes were there in an urn. Well, the people were so out of it doing whatever, that they decided to snort his ashes.
That is pretty amazing, huh?
I was talking to him about how steel mill workers dug up Charlie Chaplin's grave, and held the body for ransom, but were caught, and how they exhumed Bobby Fisher's body, the chess player, to do an autopsy on him.
That's how that stuff all came about.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day. The weather is nice. Of course, my mother always seemed to identify the emotional state of god with how the weather was. I never bought into that, but I guess women like to think that way. I guess it is easier than studying the cause and effect of why things happen.
There are scientific reasons why the sky is blue, and why the grass is green. I'll let you look it up on google or wikipedia. I can't do everything for you.
Sometimes people ask me stuff in a video game, and sometimes they really want an answer, and sometimes they are just too lazy to even read the information on the log-in screen. I can't help those people who don't read what is presented right in front of them.
Well, it is a good day to write.
There is a freshness to the air today. San Francisco is a good place for fresh air, even with all the cars. The wind from over the ocean moistens the air, and keeps it clean. In contrast, the air over L.A. just hangs there like a dead lake. Nothing is going to make that pollution go away. I don't know what they are going to do about that. Mexico City is twice as bad as L.A. from what I hear.
I just wrote a long letter to my oldest brother. He claims he has ADD now. That might actually explain a lot. But I also feel that he has been using that as a crutch.
Somehow all the things he's ever done in his life was because of ADD.
Well, it could be true with his attention span, and all that.
It could be that was just how we were raised, in a very chaotic situation with lots of children and not enough resources.
My parents had eight kids. I guess they liked having kids. They were Mormon.
I think it is time to have more coffee, and to have a smoke.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Food Not Bombs
I like what 'Food Not Bombs' do. They feed people. It makes sense to me. They serve vegetarian food. It is good for you. People need to eat. It keeps them alive.
Bombs, on the other hand, well, they are designed to kill people.
So, I am definitely way more into 'Food Not Bombs' than bombs and war, which doesn't really seem all that cool.
I know that there is a certain civic pride to serve in the armed forces these days, but if negotiators were doing their job, there would not be wars in this day and age. There is certainly no need for them, unless, of course, there is.
That is what I am concerned about. Too many people in this country think there is always a need for war. For them, it is a business. A lot of people can't make money unless there is a war on.
A lot more people could make a living if there wasn't a war, though.
It seems to be in recent plans to have a surplus of unemployed people. That of course, raises the crime rate. Prisons are a huge business now, making astronomical amounts of money, and I am not kidding.
The prison business is quite lucrative, my friends.
Okay, so the United States of America is good at war, movies, insurance companies, and real estate.
However, it can't make a decent can opener anymore.
Tsk, tsk. America used to have so much pride for the things we made.
'MADE IN THE USA' used to mean something, for a long, long time. I have not seen the phrase on a product in years.
Most often, I see, 'Made in China'.
They only way they can produce so much stuff is to underpay their employees and over work them.
It costs a lot to ship the goods here, to be sold in dollar stores.
Everybody involved has to get a cut, you know.
So, basically, a lot of things just don't work in this country anymore. They ship labor out to other countries, which is cheaper.
We are very good at high tech things, though.
A healthy economy would be one which has every level of production, from bartering to hand-made things, all the way up to planes and satellites.
It seems to me that the American economy is sick. It is not well.
The economy has to be well in order for people to be well.
Well, there are a lot of sick people.
But you know what, the medical industry, and over the counter drugs is a booming business.
It's in their interest to make people think they are sick even when they are not in order to sell cure-alls from the local pharmacy.
Billions of dollars are at stake.
So, instead of buying healthy food, they buy crappy food and over the counter drugs to balance it all out. That is just how they want it.
You know, some of these doctors that perform unnecessary operations for cosmetic surgery? Well, they ought to have there licenses revoked. Shrinking the stomach, liposuction, and other procedures don't really replace an apple a day and going for a walk.
America wants results, and they want it fast.
The ideal America that people miss and pine for, for some people never existed.
Anyway, the 'Food Not Bombs' people are really cool, and they care about people, which is a lot more than what corporations do, who don't even care about their own employees, much less their customers.
The dollar is the bottom line.
That is really sad.
I'm just glad there are people out there that do care.
The salad they made was awesome. Mmmmm.
Bombs, on the other hand, well, they are designed to kill people.
So, I am definitely way more into 'Food Not Bombs' than bombs and war, which doesn't really seem all that cool.
I know that there is a certain civic pride to serve in the armed forces these days, but if negotiators were doing their job, there would not be wars in this day and age. There is certainly no need for them, unless, of course, there is.
That is what I am concerned about. Too many people in this country think there is always a need for war. For them, it is a business. A lot of people can't make money unless there is a war on.
A lot more people could make a living if there wasn't a war, though.
It seems to be in recent plans to have a surplus of unemployed people. That of course, raises the crime rate. Prisons are a huge business now, making astronomical amounts of money, and I am not kidding.
The prison business is quite lucrative, my friends.
Okay, so the United States of America is good at war, movies, insurance companies, and real estate.
However, it can't make a decent can opener anymore.
Tsk, tsk. America used to have so much pride for the things we made.
'MADE IN THE USA' used to mean something, for a long, long time. I have not seen the phrase on a product in years.
Most often, I see, 'Made in China'.
They only way they can produce so much stuff is to underpay their employees and over work them.
It costs a lot to ship the goods here, to be sold in dollar stores.
Everybody involved has to get a cut, you know.
So, basically, a lot of things just don't work in this country anymore. They ship labor out to other countries, which is cheaper.
We are very good at high tech things, though.
A healthy economy would be one which has every level of production, from bartering to hand-made things, all the way up to planes and satellites.
It seems to me that the American economy is sick. It is not well.
The economy has to be well in order for people to be well.
Well, there are a lot of sick people.
But you know what, the medical industry, and over the counter drugs is a booming business.
It's in their interest to make people think they are sick even when they are not in order to sell cure-alls from the local pharmacy.
Billions of dollars are at stake.
So, instead of buying healthy food, they buy crappy food and over the counter drugs to balance it all out. That is just how they want it.
You know, some of these doctors that perform unnecessary operations for cosmetic surgery? Well, they ought to have there licenses revoked. Shrinking the stomach, liposuction, and other procedures don't really replace an apple a day and going for a walk.
America wants results, and they want it fast.
The ideal America that people miss and pine for, for some people never existed.
Anyway, the 'Food Not Bombs' people are really cool, and they care about people, which is a lot more than what corporations do, who don't even care about their own employees, much less their customers.
The dollar is the bottom line.
That is really sad.
I'm just glad there are people out there that do care.
The salad they made was awesome. Mmmmm.
The Girl To The Left
I have a nice comfy chair at the cafe. It is real nice. It is real comfy. I have a place to park my ass. My writing may become more relaxed as a result.
I like the idea of the 'Rebel Art Outpost'. It seems like it could be a little haven for myself, and I nice place for me to go to.
The idea of the rebel outpost came from 'Star Wars Galaxies'. I liked the text for the quests, where it really seemed like the writers read a lot of what was going on in the world, and would do 'Star Wars versions' of that material. It seemed to me to be pretty hip, and that messages could be taken however you wanted. I'll be sad to see that game go, I had some good times on it. I also had some frustrating times, too.
I used to love to just go in there and grind with my character 'Marilyn Monroe' who was a dark jedi. She was never that good as a character there. I had fun, so that's all that matters. It would have been more fun if she didn't die so much, though.
My comfy chair is a little bit lower than the regular cafe chair. I can see the girl underneath the table. I like how she is sitting with her legs apart at about a 30 degree angle. It's cute. It shows she is open a little bit.
Yup, if you don't want to be written about, don't be a cute girl that sits next to my table in the cafe. She has her hand in front of her crotch, now two, now none as she types on her phone. A lot of activity in the space of a minute.
I enjoyed reading about old movie stars last night. I learned some things, like the fact that Charlie never worked from a finished script, but he made it up as he went along. He did a lot of takes, sometimes a hundred to get it right, and wasn't always a nice guy on the set. I guess there was a lot of pressure on him, and he was a perfectionist.
Charlie did end up working on musical scores for re-releases of his films up until his death. I thought for twenty years he did all the songs himself, but he had a musical assistant. That makes me feel better. That would have made Charlie into an impossible Superman. Good to know that even Charlie needed some help.
Charlie sure was able to get a lot of extras in his films, though. The sheer number of them is amazing.
It's no wonder my Dad was into Chaplin. I did not realize until last night that 'The Kid' was released in theaters again in 1972. That is a big deal. I am sure my father saw it in the theaters.
We did watch 'The Kid' when it was on television. My dad thought it was a great film, and it is. It is marvelous. It's very watchable, too. Charlie is pretty entertaining.
The girl is slapping her thigh in rhythm to the music. I am liking this girl more and more. She seems to have a little pep to her, like the girl in 'Modern Times'.
She finally crossed her legs while eating her bagel. How cute. She made a sucking smacking kind of sound as she ate, which was also cute. I've heard that sound before. It's a nice sound to hear when you are a guy when certain things are happening. It seems to signify enthusiasm and relish for the activity she is engaged in. I like enthusiasm a lot.
Yes, my dad was a big Chaplin fan. He liked the filmmaking prowess, and the genius of Chaplin. My father could never really replicate anything near a Chaplin film. My father had funding problems. His partner stole a lot of money, and my father's name kind of ended up being mud in Hollywood. I don't know why my father allowed this guy to have any kind of access to the money. What was my father thinking? I don't know. This failed film project ended up destroying my father's film career.
My oldest brother ended up running into Glen from Glendale. Yup, his name was Glen. He seemed to have no regret or remorse for his crime. He just took the money because he needed it for personal reasons. What a bastard.
The girl is packing up to go. Too bad. I enjoyed her company. I didn't bother her at all, or try to talk to her.
I saw a girl minding her own business the other day, working on her papers. Some guy came into the cafe, and bought a drink, and proceeded to sit near her when she was working on something that looked like it was for college. She was nice and polite to him. I think it is easier for women to do that. To just be nice, and to wait until the guy goes. The girl doesn't want to be perceived as a bitch.
But she really was working hard on her paperwork. I sat near her for two hours and didn't interrupt her once. She was a pretty blue-eyed light skinned black girl, and I guess the bearded guy wanted to tap that action. I think he thought she would be appreciative of his advances.
She was nice, and seemed to enjoy the break in her work. She liked that she got some attention from merely sitting there. I think some girls like to get attention for no reason at all, we all do, I guess. But maybe she was relieved when he left so she could get back to work.
The guy seemed like a douche to me, with his skinny tall body thing, and the beard thing, trying to make himself appear to be young and hip without seeming to have any talent or ability whatsoever except to work his smooth guy routine on chicks he thinks he can score with.
I don't think his routine worked. I hope that she didn't fall for that. I hope she gave him a false phone number.
Anyway, when the girl to the left departed, she looked intently on the back of my laptop. I have a picture of Beck there, and an over-sized magic card picture of 'Radha, Heir to Keld'. Lol. Makes me laugh because those two images really caught her attention. Hahaha. Her move was to unplug her device from my outlet, and then look at the back of my laptop so she could read it. I love the image I have of her in my mind staring at the back of my laptop.
Cute girl, I hope she shows up again.
I took a picture of the back of my laptop, I'll upload it later if I remember. In the meantime, I can find the Magic card on the web and post it here...one sec.....
It looked to me like the girl was reading this card, lol. It fascinated her, apparently.
Anyhow, I am glad I didn't lose my work while looking up this picture. I lost a blog entry yesterday that I worked an hour on. That was a bum deal.
The guy to the right of me finally left. He seemed to like to make sounds every once in a while. He sneezed, which is normal, but he also made other sounds periodically, as if he needed attention for some stupid reason. I was ignoring him, or trying to as much as possible. I was way more interested in the girl.
Okay, that is enough here for now.
I don't have any thoughts about what The Rebel Art Outpost means. All I know is that it isn't Juxtapose magazine.
With blogs, all that matters is some words that make sense to differentiate it from spam, a picture or two so people can look at just the pictures in the web album, a unique title, and some good tag words.
More than likely, bots from Russia will look at this blog more than actual humans.
It all doesn't matter, though, because it pushes the numbers of the blog up, which makes it so people might actually read it someday, who knows?
I try and write the best I can when I blog, so I hope this entry is up to snuff. If it isn't, let me know, and I'll edit it.
I like the idea of the 'Rebel Art Outpost'. It seems like it could be a little haven for myself, and I nice place for me to go to.
The idea of the rebel outpost came from 'Star Wars Galaxies'. I liked the text for the quests, where it really seemed like the writers read a lot of what was going on in the world, and would do 'Star Wars versions' of that material. It seemed to me to be pretty hip, and that messages could be taken however you wanted. I'll be sad to see that game go, I had some good times on it. I also had some frustrating times, too.
I used to love to just go in there and grind with my character 'Marilyn Monroe' who was a dark jedi. She was never that good as a character there. I had fun, so that's all that matters. It would have been more fun if she didn't die so much, though.
My comfy chair is a little bit lower than the regular cafe chair. I can see the girl underneath the table. I like how she is sitting with her legs apart at about a 30 degree angle. It's cute. It shows she is open a little bit.
Yup, if you don't want to be written about, don't be a cute girl that sits next to my table in the cafe. She has her hand in front of her crotch, now two, now none as she types on her phone. A lot of activity in the space of a minute.
I enjoyed reading about old movie stars last night. I learned some things, like the fact that Charlie never worked from a finished script, but he made it up as he went along. He did a lot of takes, sometimes a hundred to get it right, and wasn't always a nice guy on the set. I guess there was a lot of pressure on him, and he was a perfectionist.
Charlie did end up working on musical scores for re-releases of his films up until his death. I thought for twenty years he did all the songs himself, but he had a musical assistant. That makes me feel better. That would have made Charlie into an impossible Superman. Good to know that even Charlie needed some help.
Charlie sure was able to get a lot of extras in his films, though. The sheer number of them is amazing.
It's no wonder my Dad was into Chaplin. I did not realize until last night that 'The Kid' was released in theaters again in 1972. That is a big deal. I am sure my father saw it in the theaters.
We did watch 'The Kid' when it was on television. My dad thought it was a great film, and it is. It is marvelous. It's very watchable, too. Charlie is pretty entertaining.
The girl is slapping her thigh in rhythm to the music. I am liking this girl more and more. She seems to have a little pep to her, like the girl in 'Modern Times'.
She finally crossed her legs while eating her bagel. How cute. She made a sucking smacking kind of sound as she ate, which was also cute. I've heard that sound before. It's a nice sound to hear when you are a guy when certain things are happening. It seems to signify enthusiasm and relish for the activity she is engaged in. I like enthusiasm a lot.
Yes, my dad was a big Chaplin fan. He liked the filmmaking prowess, and the genius of Chaplin. My father could never really replicate anything near a Chaplin film. My father had funding problems. His partner stole a lot of money, and my father's name kind of ended up being mud in Hollywood. I don't know why my father allowed this guy to have any kind of access to the money. What was my father thinking? I don't know. This failed film project ended up destroying my father's film career.
My oldest brother ended up running into Glen from Glendale. Yup, his name was Glen. He seemed to have no regret or remorse for his crime. He just took the money because he needed it for personal reasons. What a bastard.
The girl is packing up to go. Too bad. I enjoyed her company. I didn't bother her at all, or try to talk to her.
I saw a girl minding her own business the other day, working on her papers. Some guy came into the cafe, and bought a drink, and proceeded to sit near her when she was working on something that looked like it was for college. She was nice and polite to him. I think it is easier for women to do that. To just be nice, and to wait until the guy goes. The girl doesn't want to be perceived as a bitch.
But she really was working hard on her paperwork. I sat near her for two hours and didn't interrupt her once. She was a pretty blue-eyed light skinned black girl, and I guess the bearded guy wanted to tap that action. I think he thought she would be appreciative of his advances.
She was nice, and seemed to enjoy the break in her work. She liked that she got some attention from merely sitting there. I think some girls like to get attention for no reason at all, we all do, I guess. But maybe she was relieved when he left so she could get back to work.
The guy seemed like a douche to me, with his skinny tall body thing, and the beard thing, trying to make himself appear to be young and hip without seeming to have any talent or ability whatsoever except to work his smooth guy routine on chicks he thinks he can score with.
I don't think his routine worked. I hope that she didn't fall for that. I hope she gave him a false phone number.
Anyway, when the girl to the left departed, she looked intently on the back of my laptop. I have a picture of Beck there, and an over-sized magic card picture of 'Radha, Heir to Keld'. Lol. Makes me laugh because those two images really caught her attention. Hahaha. Her move was to unplug her device from my outlet, and then look at the back of my laptop so she could read it. I love the image I have of her in my mind staring at the back of my laptop.
Cute girl, I hope she shows up again.
I took a picture of the back of my laptop, I'll upload it later if I remember. In the meantime, I can find the Magic card on the web and post it here...one sec.....
It looked to me like the girl was reading this card, lol. It fascinated her, apparently.
Anyhow, I am glad I didn't lose my work while looking up this picture. I lost a blog entry yesterday that I worked an hour on. That was a bum deal.
The guy to the right of me finally left. He seemed to like to make sounds every once in a while. He sneezed, which is normal, but he also made other sounds periodically, as if he needed attention for some stupid reason. I was ignoring him, or trying to as much as possible. I was way more interested in the girl.
Okay, that is enough here for now.
I don't have any thoughts about what The Rebel Art Outpost means. All I know is that it isn't Juxtapose magazine.
With blogs, all that matters is some words that make sense to differentiate it from spam, a picture or two so people can look at just the pictures in the web album, a unique title, and some good tag words.
More than likely, bots from Russia will look at this blog more than actual humans.
It all doesn't matter, though, because it pushes the numbers of the blog up, which makes it so people might actually read it someday, who knows?
I try and write the best I can when I blog, so I hope this entry is up to snuff. If it isn't, let me know, and I'll edit it.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Hi, I'm at the Cafe
It's a good place to be. I got my coffee. I got my laptop set up. It's a beautiful day today. Life is good. No complaints.
I just talked to my friend. We talked about war, and that kids have war, and so do adults. He mentioned that this country generates war, and ideas of war.
For us, the coffeeshop is an idea machine. It's where we get our ideas every day, and then we go back into the studio and do lots of stuff.
We also talked about Red Hot Chili Peppers, and how it is dangerous to be a guitarist in that band.
I will actually be sad when 'Star Wars Galaxies' goes offline. I'm still not done with that game, damn it.
EverQuest still seems to be going strong. I need to finish that game, too.
I'm interested in Magic The Gathering Tactics. I need a new computer with upgraded graphics and memory for this game, Age of Conan, DC Universe, Old Republic, Star Trek Online, and for the high-rez version of Lotro. My computer can only do the low-rez version of Lotro. I'm glad it can do that, but I want the best.
For me, and the way I play games, I got more than enough to keep me busy for a long time. I'm lucky I have what I have. More than a lot of people have. I have a laptop and a desktop and my own internet, and that kicks ass.
Internet is slow at the cafe I'm at. Hard to even play facebook games, and that sucks. I have to wait forever just to do anything. I hope they get better internet here someday, or that their technology increases.
Wow, I just saw somebody from my former yoga class. Nice guy. I told him I quit the YMCA, but that I would go back someday. I miss going to yoga, but I have been so busy trying to get my life together that I stopped going before I quit the gym, and then there was no point to go anymore. No point in paying if you aren't going to use the gym.
My life kind of changed when I quit the dreaded Bart system, and was able to get a kickass bike that works good. It meant I was free. It also meant that I was going to limit my trip into town to once a day at most. On the Bart, sometimes I would go into town twice a day. But I really got sick of their $70 fee and reading news reports about their mismanagement of funds. I said 'f*** it' to the Bart, and I've been happy ever since.
So when I bring my laptop to the cafe, I don't do any art. Just part of the ballgame. I can't do everything at once, no matter how hard I try. It's just impossible.
Okay, so my day will be spent in creative bliss, and, tonight is Magic The Gathering night, so we'll have a good time doing that.
Laters.
I just talked to my friend. We talked about war, and that kids have war, and so do adults. He mentioned that this country generates war, and ideas of war.
For us, the coffeeshop is an idea machine. It's where we get our ideas every day, and then we go back into the studio and do lots of stuff.
We also talked about Red Hot Chili Peppers, and how it is dangerous to be a guitarist in that band.
I will actually be sad when 'Star Wars Galaxies' goes offline. I'm still not done with that game, damn it.
EverQuest still seems to be going strong. I need to finish that game, too.
I'm interested in Magic The Gathering Tactics. I need a new computer with upgraded graphics and memory for this game, Age of Conan, DC Universe, Old Republic, Star Trek Online, and for the high-rez version of Lotro. My computer can only do the low-rez version of Lotro. I'm glad it can do that, but I want the best.
For me, and the way I play games, I got more than enough to keep me busy for a long time. I'm lucky I have what I have. More than a lot of people have. I have a laptop and a desktop and my own internet, and that kicks ass.
Internet is slow at the cafe I'm at. Hard to even play facebook games, and that sucks. I have to wait forever just to do anything. I hope they get better internet here someday, or that their technology increases.
Wow, I just saw somebody from my former yoga class. Nice guy. I told him I quit the YMCA, but that I would go back someday. I miss going to yoga, but I have been so busy trying to get my life together that I stopped going before I quit the gym, and then there was no point to go anymore. No point in paying if you aren't going to use the gym.
My life kind of changed when I quit the dreaded Bart system, and was able to get a kickass bike that works good. It meant I was free. It also meant that I was going to limit my trip into town to once a day at most. On the Bart, sometimes I would go into town twice a day. But I really got sick of their $70 fee and reading news reports about their mismanagement of funds. I said 'f*** it' to the Bart, and I've been happy ever since.
So when I bring my laptop to the cafe, I don't do any art. Just part of the ballgame. I can't do everything at once, no matter how hard I try. It's just impossible.
Okay, so my day will be spent in creative bliss, and, tonight is Magic The Gathering night, so we'll have a good time doing that.
Laters.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Monetization and this blog
In order to keep this blog monetized, I will keep it relatively clean. There will be no nudity, even with fine art images.
That kind of stuff is in my other blog.....hehe.
That kind of stuff is in my other blog.....hehe.
The Band Next Door is playing.
That's my name for them. Doesn't matter who plays there. Today, they are actually doing better. Maybe they have some new players. Sometimes the people in the studio next door sound really bad, as in 'so bad that they will never stand a chance of making it ever'.
Anyway, I'm just sitting here. I've got Lord of the Rings Online on. It's fun to solo and just hack and slash without the pressure of a quest or of other people. Then I just read the kin chat, and that keeps me entertained with what people talk about. Sometimes they are funny. Video games bring out a certain humor in people that I like from time to time.
I guess 'Star Wars Galaxies' will end in December. I had better start playing it again before it ends forever. I never played it enough to be a good player, and the leveling system got all messed up, so players started dropping like flies from that game. Too bad, it's still fun. I just haven't been able to make myself play it lately.
There are a lot of video games out there to play. Also,you can only really play one at time well.
The band is usually really loud. It never occurs to them to try some acoustic sets. They want to be loud, because they are practicing for full stadium tours, but I don't think it will ever happen for them. You have to have talent for that, which is an ability beyond the norm.
Anyway, I can barely think with all the noise right now.
They've been playing Beatles, Stones, Hendrix...they are getting better. They must have got some new people together. But they still have the same singer, and he sucks. I can't stand listening to him. He just doesn't have it. If the band is loud, it at least provides the service of covering up the singer, who can just go to hell as far as I'm concerned.
To be honest, I can go listen and watch original performances by all those bands and more on youtube, and it will be better than the sh** they are playing. Jesus.
It is my dream to do well enough as an artist so I can just buy them out, and take over their space in addition to this space. That would rule.
So if you want to donate money to me to help make this happen, let me know. You don't get what you don't ask for. I'm Han Solo, and I want to be paid. You can't fly around the galaxy without fuel, and space fuel is expensive.
Anyway, I'm just sitting here. I've got Lord of the Rings Online on. It's fun to solo and just hack and slash without the pressure of a quest or of other people. Then I just read the kin chat, and that keeps me entertained with what people talk about. Sometimes they are funny. Video games bring out a certain humor in people that I like from time to time.
I guess 'Star Wars Galaxies' will end in December. I had better start playing it again before it ends forever. I never played it enough to be a good player, and the leveling system got all messed up, so players started dropping like flies from that game. Too bad, it's still fun. I just haven't been able to make myself play it lately.
There are a lot of video games out there to play. Also,you can only really play one at time well.
The band is usually really loud. It never occurs to them to try some acoustic sets. They want to be loud, because they are practicing for full stadium tours, but I don't think it will ever happen for them. You have to have talent for that, which is an ability beyond the norm.
Anyway, I can barely think with all the noise right now.
They've been playing Beatles, Stones, Hendrix...they are getting better. They must have got some new people together. But they still have the same singer, and he sucks. I can't stand listening to him. He just doesn't have it. If the band is loud, it at least provides the service of covering up the singer, who can just go to hell as far as I'm concerned.
To be honest, I can go listen and watch original performances by all those bands and more on youtube, and it will be better than the sh** they are playing. Jesus.
It is my dream to do well enough as an artist so I can just buy them out, and take over their space in addition to this space. That would rule.
So if you want to donate money to me to help make this happen, let me know. You don't get what you don't ask for. I'm Han Solo, and I want to be paid. You can't fly around the galaxy without fuel, and space fuel is expensive.
Basically, The Art World wants nothing to do with me.
I am one of them, though. Well, I tried to be. All I ever wanted was to be a full-time working artist. Well, I am. I just need to get paid for it so I can survive. That would be nice. Much better than dying.
Anyway, I have an art studio. I produce a lot of material in here. I also go to the coffee shop every day and produce. They even let me bring my paints in there, and I go at it from time to time. I was doing it every day, but then I decided to do the laptop thing again.
Anyhow, I have a Rebel Art Outpost, and I'm going up against the tyranny and selectivity of The Art Empire. Not that anybody cares. In the real, actual world, hardly anybody cares about art. It's true. They care about pop music and television way more.
Anyhow, it is my intent to be my own man, do things my own way, and basically write my own ticket. I will create content that I own all rights to. I will do what it takes until I succeed or die trying, and have a damn good time along the way.
I think I have something to offer as an artist. I think I am pretty good. It is pretty hard to get people to look at my art, but I will keep trying. It is all I can do. The main thing is to get my art out there, that is the objective. I'll let the cards fall where they may.
Even just walking into an art gallery, my presence is met with skepticism at times. The Art World is pretty judgmental at times, or maybe they are just mental.
I like art, and I like being an artist, and all I want is to be able to exist in this world, and do my thing.
Anyway, I have an art studio. I produce a lot of material in here. I also go to the coffee shop every day and produce. They even let me bring my paints in there, and I go at it from time to time. I was doing it every day, but then I decided to do the laptop thing again.
Anyhow, I have a Rebel Art Outpost, and I'm going up against the tyranny and selectivity of The Art Empire. Not that anybody cares. In the real, actual world, hardly anybody cares about art. It's true. They care about pop music and television way more.
Anyhow, it is my intent to be my own man, do things my own way, and basically write my own ticket. I will create content that I own all rights to. I will do what it takes until I succeed or die trying, and have a damn good time along the way.
I think I have something to offer as an artist. I think I am pretty good. It is pretty hard to get people to look at my art, but I will keep trying. It is all I can do. The main thing is to get my art out there, that is the objective. I'll let the cards fall where they may.
Even just walking into an art gallery, my presence is met with skepticism at times. The Art World is pretty judgmental at times, or maybe they are just mental.
I like art, and I like being an artist, and all I want is to be able to exist in this world, and do my thing.
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