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.
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