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.
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