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It's the end of the world as I know it... [15 Dec 2005|05:52pm] [ mood | Guh... ] [ music | Bosley Medical Infomercial... ] Hoo-boy. Mm-hmm... Yup. So I'm going to be moving in a month and a half. I'm going to throw it all away (for what it's worth) and run off to L.A. Q. Why? A. 'Cause I have to. Q. Really? A. Well... Q. I mean, are you being pursued by ninjas or viking hoards or perhaps ninja vikings? A. Well, no, but- Q. Then how exactly do you have to? A. ... 'Cause... Q. Really? A. Fuck you imaginary question asker. Q. Hey, I'm YOUR device... A. Fuck, you're right... So why're you such a dick? Q. ... A. ... Oh, yeah. So yeah, I've decided I have to take the chance, throw myself down there and be ready to fail miserably so that you might live... Or something. In the end I have to be there to do what I want to do, which is to write TV/Movies/Shit in general. I feel like I've done everything I can up here. I just finished up a three year run with The Free Hooch Comedy Troupe, directing the last nine shows we did this year. And I just don't think I can progress any farther towards my goal while up here. Of course at the same time I'm a lazy fuck who isn't doing nearly as much as he should to progress towards my goal in general so I'm not entirely sure why I think going down there is going to light a fire under my ass, but at the same time I think that may just be me not giving my own self the credit I may or may not deserve. There we go again. I've all but got a place confirmed (waiting on a final confirmation e-mail) with an old Hooch cast member. He was in the troupe before I was, we were never actually in at the same time but we've hung out briefly a couple times. He's got a studio in West Hollywood that we'd be sharing. Granted, not the coziest or safest situation ever, but fuck it, I'll be in Hollywood for $400 a month so I think I'll live. I'm trying to get my shit together, which seems to be a continuing subject for the last forever and to varying degrees I'm doing it, but I've honestly got things going in what I think may be a good direction. I busted my ass with the National Novel Writing Month thing in November and did manage to reach the 50,000 words. Didn't quite finish the story, that I'm hoping to do soon, but atleast I did that much so I'm fairly happy with that. I continue to do decent writing exercises that could easily be expanded to be short stories ready to be shopped. I just need more direction and discipline. I do honestly think the environment and the electricity of the location will spark something in me but I can't rely on the change of locale to be the thing to set me off. I've got to just make me the reason to do it. So yeah... That's me... If you can believe it. Just to show I'm doing something let me post my last couple exercises as well for your reading enjoyment. As usual, in addition to the end product I'll be including the prompt that got me going. Glad to be back, hope to make this more regular and I'll talk to you all later. ( 12-12-05 Assignment ) ( 12-15-05 Assignment ) 4 comments|post comment

Get ta know me! [11 Jul 2005|05:12pm] [ mood | mellow ] What the, how, but...? Where the hell do three months go!? For fuck's sake! I am a horrible blogger, always have been. Eh, wadda ya gonna do? My problem in the past has been caring too much what other people will think, measuring what I want to say too much based on how it'll make me look, which makes writing take forever, which makes me want to do it less. I'm trying to take my cue from my new life hero (a 20 year old comedic genius that reminds me of who I could've been) and just go for it, what others think be damned. Of course this is something I've been trying to do forever but now I can blame someone else if it doesn't work, 'cause I'm always looking for scapegoats. Things've been interesting lately, quite un-fun really, so here I am to ground myself again. Workin' for the man continues to be not where it's at. I've just got to plant my feet here and figure out my next move. I'm doing that now. I'm going to try to share my life more on here, more uncensored and openly, the fuck do I have to lose? Going to do more writing here too. I'm doing exercises using different, fun prompts, I'm writing articles for the troupe forums and stuff and I'll share those here as well. I'm really trying, I honestly am, it's just going a hell of a lot slower than I'd like, so I'm doing something about that as well. I'm 27 years old now, I wasted the majority of my adult life, I'm doing everything I can to correct that, I haven't been doing a very good job but progress is being made. The ultimate goal here is to make a living writing, that's the plan. But for a plan to succeed you have to actively pursue the goal. It's easy to talk about what you want, actually doing something to make those things possible is where most of us get hung up, myself even more so than others. So this'll be the story of my making things work, sharing my progress, following the steps. I'm going to be making drastic moves soon, I've got to, if I don't soon I'll never be able to. My life is going to get interesting, and I'm always a fan of interesting, especially the uncomfortable, fucked up, interesting, that's my favorite kind, and trust me, that's on the horizon. So yeah, here we go. Enjoy, won't you? I'm gonna finish this off with a quiz thing. Now, normally I hate these things and don't even do 'em, but I saw this one on drderanged's LJ and I thought I'd give it a shot, killing time at work as I am. This fucker is frighteningly accurate, I call witch craft. I'm going to burn this quiz result, I'm kooky like that. Advanced Global Personality Test Results Extraversion |||||||||| 33% Stability |||||||||| 36% Orderliness |||||| 30% Altruism |||||||||||||||| 70% Interdependence |||||||||||||||| 63% Intellectual |||||||||||||||| 63% Mystical |||||||||||| 43% Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 83% Religious |||| 16% Hedonism |||||||||||| 43% Materialism |||||||||||||| 56% Narcissism |||||| 23% Adventurousness |||||| 30% Work ethic |||||| 30% Self absorbed |||||| 23% Conflict seeking |||||||||||||| 56% Need to dominate |||||||||||| 43% Romantic |||||||||||||||| 70% Avoidant |||||||||| 36% Anti-authority |||||||||||||| 56% Wealth |||| 16% Dependency |||||||||||| 43% Change averse |||||| 30% Cautiousness |||||||||||||||| 70% Individuality |||||||||||||||| 70% Sexuality |||||| 30% Peter pan complex |||||||||||| 50% Physical security |||||||||||||||||| 76% Physical Fitness |||||||||| 37% Histrionic |||||||||||| 43% Paranoia |||||||||||||| 56% Vanity |||||| 30% Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||| 76% Female cliche |||||||||| 36% Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test personality tests by similarminds.com 1 comment|post comment

A hero is born! [08 Apr 2005|01:36pm] [ music | Jim's Big Ego - Little Miss Communication ] Well, couldn't make it three days in a row, not terribly surprised, but slightly disappointed, but not so much... Got a little busy yesterday which is why I wasn't around to do my assignment or keep my little streak in tact. You see, I was beginning my career as a costumed fighter of evil and injustice. The hell you say? The hell I say bitches! You see, it's a well established universal truth that Oliver Queen rules, hardcore. I mean, someone with a name like Oliver Queen has to kick so much ass to compensate for his name you KNOW he has to be extraordinary bad ass to reach any level of respectable badassery. So the point I'm making here is, I loves me some Green Arrow. Since Kevin Smith's resurrection of the character to today Ollie's been my favorite character. I never knew squat about him before he was brought back but now I am the biggest Oliver Queen fan in human existence. So much so, that Ollie has actually inspired me to take up archery. That's right, laugh it up. So I've been inspired to take up archery by a comic book character, probably a good nine tenths of the space program owes it's existence to Star Trek so go fuck yourself. But yeah, yesterday I went in for an archery lesson at a place up in Rocklin' about 20 miles away from the humble apartment of our hero Mr. Klee W. Freakly. So I got set up, they took me around to the indoor range in the back and I proceeded to show my preternatural archery aptitude. I'm a damned near natural by god, and it doesn't surprise me at all. For I love Oliver Queen! Now all I need is a domino mask and I'll be all ready to fight crime in this fair city of Sacramento. This morning though I am nursing a bit of a battle wound already. See, I do have a bit of a violent bruise on my arm from not keeping my elbow bent in enough and getting it continuously clipped by the string. It was hurting like a son of a bitch and at one point I did put on an arm guard but then took it off because I was of the mind that the only way I was going to learn to get it right was if I kept screwing up and tearing up my arm. So I took it off again and proceeded to rip that fucker up pretty good before I was forced to put the guard back on. I'm sure I'll continue shooting with a guard but I do think I've fixed the problem as bending the elbow has now become a regular part of my setup. Anyway, I couldn't afford to buy my bow and everything last night because Wells Fargo fucking sucks, but now my check is in my account and I'm seriously thinking of running down there this afternoon, getting my stuff and shooting for a couple hours, it's a nice distraction when I really needed one. So all of that out of the way I did also get back to writing, it's rushed and while it has a cool little concept that could definitely be played for fun it had to be rushed and unpolished to fit into my half hour restraints. I play favorites for no assignment... Anyway, take a look at it here... ( 04-08-05 Writing Exercise ) And I'll catch you all later, just make sure you stay on the right side of the law or you may end up on the wrong side of my bow... OLIVER QUEEN!!! 1 comment|post comment

Isn't this the seventh sign? [06 Apr 2005|03:57pm] [ music | Everclear - One Hit Wonder ] Two days in a row... Wow, let's not get used to this, this can't be a regular thing... It'd be nice if it were but I'm not going to get my hopes up. And now rather than commenting on my lameness how about I just move on? Sounds like a plan, sure it does. So things are going... interestingly... Can't say much right now but needless to say, I'm enjoying the insanity 'cause I'm a kook like that. Anyway, the main reason for this (and yeah, I hope to turn this away from just being a recepticle for my writing exercises someday but I'm going to be plenty happy with things if that's all that this is for a while, gotta start somewhere like I said) is today's scribblings. I prefer to get to this first thing in the morning but today I got a bit of a late start and couldn't get to it till now. I'm glad to see I pulled cootinator back into this stuff as well. It's more fun when someone else is out there playing along, and he's a much better writer than he gives himself credit for. I'll check his stuff out as soon as I post mine. I ended up with a weird little running gag in this thing. Started by accident then I just wanted to see if I could work it in a couple different ways, to varied levels of success... Eh, take a look at it it's the... ( 04-06-05 Writing Exercise ) 3 comments|post comment

Yeah, I know... [05 Apr 2005|12:58pm] [ music | Justin Farren - The Song I Wrote on the Car Ride Home ] Hoo boy, I can disappear for months at a time like NOBODY'S business... Feh, one of these days I might actually do this "blog" thing right, I'm just so scatter brained for the last most of my life... Eh... So, tale of woe, personal/interpersonal frustrations and regrets, tale of woe... There, I think that basically covers all of my regular bullshit in a tasty bitesize morsel so how about we move on. I'm going back to Holly Lisle... again... I just keep going back there, if anyone has better places for writing exercises please let me know, I'm more than open to new sites, but I keep coming back to this one because it's always been there. Anyway, did today's exercise, not very good, but I've gotta start somewhere. I don't think I'm even going to post this on the board I'm that big a fan of it, but I guess I'll share it here, might as well, not like anyone comes here, but who knows... ( 04-05-05 Writing Exercise ) 1 comment|post comment

Obla-di Obla-da [20 Dec 2004|12:53pm] [ mood | pleased ] Well lookie here, updates two weeks in a row? Yeah, I know, not overly impressive in the grand scheme of things, there's people who update twice in an hour, but for me one a week is fairly impressive. We'll work on improving that to make it more universally impressive, but we've all gotta stop somewhere. So last night was actually pretty cool for me, I went out and caught a comedy open mic that I'd been meaning to see for a while now but for some reason just hadn't. Now the comedy itself wasn't overly special, pretty much the same midland hackery that I'm used to from low level "comics", it was the extracurricular stuff that was cool for me. I got to talking to some of the comics there, and when I say that I mean more that they came to me and we got talking, it's not like I was actually initiating conversations, that's still another step I've gotta work on. But I talked to a good half dozen folks, got to know 'em, let 'em know what I was doing and that Free Hooch is going to be having auditions soon and all that, got some good interest from some of 'em. Hope some of 'em actually come out to auditions, we could really use some good quality comedians at the next audition. I've got more that I could talk about but I'm not overly comfortable with the internet knowing all my damned business still, so I'll just leave that to the paper journal. The main reason I'm here is to share more first lines. Now I didn't do as much writing last week as I would have liked, I never do. Truth be told I did very little and that's damned disappointing, but I'm trying, I'm working on it, honestly I am. Unfortunately all I've got to share are first lines. I want to get back to doing the daily exercises soon but I guess I'll just have to be happy that I did anything, even if I don't like much of it, but I'll share it anyway. So here're my first lines for last week on this First Lines Monday. Hopefully I'll be checking in again sooner rather than later. ( First Lines 12/12 - 12/19 ) post comment

What-the-what-the hey. [13 Dec 2004|05:39pm] [ mood | mellow ] Not sure why that line has stuck with me for so long, but it has, I actually use it every now and then, a reference lost on everyone... Hey folks, it's me, remember me? I update every couple months or so because I'm a wishy washy ass. Well, here I am again. Now I could promise again how I'm going to be back and with some sort of "vengeance" or what have you, but I won't do that because every time I do I end up drifting off and look like an ass when the next post after my big return mission statement is a month or two past. I've got tons of grief and belly aching I could share with yee and yorn right now, but I'm choosing not to, instead I'm cleaning out a notebook today. As another exercise in trying to get myself to be productive, I'm going to be going back to the Holly Lisle Forward Motion board again and trying to get myself to participate. Which brings me to why I'm here. Mondays are "First Line Mondays" where you post some of the first lines you've come up with throughout the week. First Lines is just an exercise in starting a story strong, with a good hook and hopefully making the beginning of an interesting story. I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing and part of my habit was starting the day with first lines. It's a good way to just get shit on the page, just to get started moving the pencil. I was going to start today on the FM board by flinging up some first lines from my notebook, I haven't actually done anything new in months, but I thought instead I'd throw up ALL of the first lines I have in this notebook on my LJ just for the fuck of it. I went back and read over them, I was going semi-consistently from the end of June to the end of September and there's actually a decent collection of pretty good lines. What's more interesting though is how personal some of them are. There's some that really reflect what I was going through at the time which are just ridiculously interesting, then there's some that are completely unrelated to anything other than my imagination, the interesting part for you will be figuring out which handful are the personal ones :) So yeah, this is a cathartic little thing I guess, a gesture more than anything, I'm cleaning out this book, I'm starting fresh, it's symbolic of something, not sure what, it could just be symbolic of me reaching a little too hard to find symbolism, but symbolic none the less. So enjoy my lines, or don't, the fuck do I care. If any of these spark anything feel free to take 'em and run with 'em. Talk to you soon again I hope... ( First Lines ) post comment

Day two. [19 Oct 2004|04:37pm] [ mood | encouraged ] Day one is easy, there's always a day one, anyone can manage that. Big plans start, you get all worked up, revved and peppy with all your big ideas and goals and what have you. Day one is simple. Day one is no more impressive than an accident. Day two is harder. Day two happens much less often. Day one's good intent is usually lost by day two. Excuses for how and why are easy to come by and all is quickly forgotten when day two fails. But if you can get to day two, if you can get through day two, you've got a chance. This is day two. 2 comments|post comment

Conquering Gleepnords, Women, and Writing. [14 Sep 2004|04:19pm] [ mood | blank ] Sing along bitches! Yeah, Hail Mighty Gleepnords. Cower before their might and so on... Not an overly strong first outing, but we'll take it. Love, it's equal parts kick in the head and kick to the groin. And when the person is basically your cross gender doppleganger it only magnifies the good and the bad. I don't know how this thing's going to end up, who ever does, I just know the last 4 1/2 months have been nothing if not interesting. I'll just leave that there for now, I'm slowly working on sharing all of this with the universe... I said I was going to get back into it and so I have. I grappled with this morning's HollyLisle exercise for about 40 minutes and was barely able to squeeze out 450 words. Not a very good 450 words either, but I'm just getting back into it so I'm just pushing through. Gotta force it out, good bad or indifferent. I want you to get back into this too Coot, just because it was fun last time we did it, and I'm inviting you also Don if you think it might tickle your tickleables... Anyway here's my... ( 09-14-04 Writing Exercise ) Later. post comment

Stretched oblong flesh... [12 Sep 2004|12:10pm] Ahhh, football season. Here it is. Finally. It's the only sport I really look forward to every year. I'm not a huge ridiculous fan, I don't live and die by my team (though that's because for the last hand full of years my 'Skins have been in the hands of ineptitude, this year I have some reason to be optimistic) I don't get into giant pointless yelling matches about the game and the players. I just enjoy watching NFL football. It really doesn't matter much who's even on. I can watch any game Sunday morning/afternoon. A part of the fun of the NFL season is the fantasy game. I've been doing Yahoo! leagues for the last couple years and they've always been kinda cool, they've added to the enjoyment, but now, this year it's got the added bonus of actually playing against folks I know. THAT'S gonna be fun. That brings us to the mighty Xyizvox Gleepnords! Hail Mighty Gleepnords! The majesty of your glistening ooze nozzle! Your magnificent external livers! Your incredibly life like vibrating three speed flaxtun moltifier! That's right bitches, THREE SPEEDS!!! Cower before the Mights Gleepnords DFL. Fear their vibrant... vibrancy... You heard me... Later. 1 comment|post comment

Uselessly dwelling. [06 Sep 2004|01:07pm] [ mood | forlorn ] [ music | Folsom Lake Dodge Informercial mixed with Today... ] Ah, work... Huh?... Yeah... Well, I guess the good news is that I CAN actually get some internet at work, the bad news of course is, I'm at work... I need out of here, I need to tunnel out of this sad existence in the worst way, but I can never seem to do anything to make any headway. The only thing I can do is write and now a days I don't even think I can do that very well, so I'm pretty well fucked. There was a time when my writing prowess was unquestioned and all powerful, but now a days I just don't know. I need to start back at the beginning, I need to break it all down and get serious, I've been trying to do that. I'm going through some of my old writing books, doing some exercises, I'm going to go back to the Holly Lisle daily exercises. I didn't like much of what I did last time I worked those, but atleast I was doing something. My mind, my words, my writing is my only way out, I've got to work harder on sharpening things back up. I did get out last week, caught a comedy open mic at O'Malley's in Old Sac. It actually wasn't bad, couple really good people. Then there were a couple really bad. I'd seen most of the guys that performed there before, and the two that died hardest were among those I'd seen before. They weren't spectacular last time I saw 'em, but they weren't that bad either. I take a perverse pleasure in seeing these guys die horribly, I'm just a bastard like that. One guy just stuttered and stammered a little, killing all flow and timing. The other went completely blank about halfway through his set. There's nothing in the world quite as cringingly uncomfortably hilarious as seeing someone glaze over in flop sweat before your eyes as his mind just lets go. The fidgety uncomfortable shuffling of feet and hemming and hawing. It was delicious. Gonna try to get out more this week, we'll see, I've just got to get out of the house and get out of my own head, it's just going to drive me mad thinking about and trying to live for someone who's not here. Gotta just keep working on myself for myself and just hope she's doing alright and maybe missing me a little, as selfish as that is... Anyway, that's all I got, if I start writing I'll probably put it up here. Gotta flex my freak muscles a little and a little company in that flexing wouldn't be amiss, hint, hint I say! GAH! Subtlety be damned! JOIN ME YOU TWO!!! :) Eh, I'm off... Later. post comment

An interesting four months... [31 Aug 2004|04:19pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | a video of Rufus Wainwright in concert in SF ] Behold the return of something or other! That's right, I'm back, big, brassy and bold, and by popular demand... Well not popular really, nor by any big demand so much... I'm back mainly due to cootinator's plaintive plea for me to return to postification. I've wanted to get myself back on here for a while but I've been kinda busy attempting to live what might be generously called a life... The roller coaster started a ways back, you can actually see the first valley in the journey in the form of a one line whiny little postlet a couple months back. I'm such a lame ass little twat sometimes, and I have no problem admitting that. Anyway, over the following months I went through more, bigger, sweeter highs and bitter, crushing, gut wrenching lows, but such is love huh? Things are still going, in their same complicated, brain bending way, but I'm patient, I'm positive, I'm likely a fool, but I don't care, I've enjoyed the ride and I'm still willing to stick it out, we'll see how things go, and we'll see if I ever become a little less vague for the rest of you who aren't Coot... Maybe, we'll see if I feel like opening up about the whole mess. Just glancing back here at this thing before my activity really fell off I see that I was actually getting out of the house and trying to do shit, I think I might want to pick that up again, my hatred for going out by myself be damned. I need something to talk about on here. Maybe I'll really try to push myself to be sociable, it's more fun to talk about spectacular failure than anything else anyway... So that's that, that's me, here I am, enjoy my piping hot cream filling. You'll probably, hopefully, be hearing from me more often now... Later. 2 comments|post comment

Ooh boy, look at me shootin' right out of the gate here... Lookit that... Whoo we... [26 May 2004|12:18am] [ mood | lethargic ] [ music | Daniel Tao - Kindergarten Love ] Well, I certainly have begun this 27th year with an over abundance of vim, vit, vigor and zest... vest?... eh... And there goes that resolution of quitting the pouting and self pity already. Well, good for me. Holy crap I'm annoying :) I would delete this whole thing and start over chipper and proper, but that's not what this is about, I've got to face my lameitude to be able to overcome it, so it stays. Now, let's do that proper re-start, not sanitized, but less pissy. Howdy folks, I'm listening to Morrissey with a gun between my teeth- Ok, wait, that's not right... Hey hey, guess who's bleeding from gaping wrist wounds and calling old friends to guilt them into joining him- Better... Greetings, I'm carving my unrequited love's name into my forearms with a Hormel chili can lid- Close enough, now let's get serious. Mocking my bullshit is fun catharsis, I can now move on. Yeah, the last couple days haven't been very productive to say the least, but wadda ya gonna do? Just gotta work on making the next better, and that'll be fairly easy to do. See, I was actually just setting the bar as low as possible to make the uphill climb a little less steep. There is a method to my ridiculosity. There is a brighter side to everything if you look hard enough, and I'm pretty good at finding 'em... Over the last week or so I've been working on going through the new mp3.com music.download.com in search of some good new sounds. For those of you that don't know, about a year ago I started a little online radio show that then moved on to local public access and I'm working on moving it to it's next logical step the local community station KDVS 90.3 in Davis. I play local and national indy and sub-underground goodness where ever I find it. So since CNet's new mp3.com came back up I wanted to jump on there and see if there's anything good for me to find... So far, not so much. In the last 4 or 5 days I've listened to 251 bands and downloaded maybe 3 or 4 songs that might make it to the playlist (granted, I'm ridiculously picky). The song listed above is the best of the bunch, the one very good song I've found so far. So that's been one point of my frustration, not my fault really, clearly I've been trying. I haven't gotten back onto the writing, I haven't gotten back on the eating, I haven't gotten started again on the exercise. Those are all on me. I'm gonna work on that in the morning. Clearly I've gotta schedule out every damned thing for the day or I'm never going to get anything done. I hate to do that kind of shit, I'm against any thing that might be seen as self help, Dr. Phil, bullshit, but it's a thing I've gotta do so I'll suck it up and take my medicine. Something I did do today to some degree of success, if you read cootinator's LJ you saw that I got the idea of trying to do an Animated MCW in my head again. So at the urging of Coot I grabbed the sketch pad and tried to do a little. I've got the beginnings of something, the character models aren't bad upon further review, it's still not quite what I want but it's a start, I'm going to study some old Freakazoid to get the style I really want. I'm already kinda there but I need to streamline it. What bothered me and made me walk away was not being able to come up with a good face model. Again, that's where Freakazoid, the most underrated, under-appreciated show of all time, comes in. That's the look I think would work best with this world of MCW. You can check out the first sketches here. Since it's basically just you Don that comes here I shouldn't have to explain too much :) Anyway, that's me for today, some pouting, some positive stuff, let's call it a wash and start over again in 6 or 7 hours, when ever I wake up... Hail Klee. -=-=- Regular Unleaded: $2.17 a gallon -=-=- 4 comments|post comment

Dig that crazy resurection *snap* *snap* [22 May 2004|12:24am] [ mood | improving ] [ music | The Green And Yellow TV - Ineffable Blues ] Hi, hello and welcome, my name's Klee W. Freakly, Mrs. Freakly if you're nasty, Lord Freakums Von Chuckle Bottom, St. Lunatic of Nutzville, Jo jo of Jo Jo Chuckles and the Buckle Funch fame. I rule, to a certain degree, depending upon when you catch me. All of this being said, I've been a lame fuck for quite a little while. I'm returning from the Chasm of Suck after a hard fought battle with the Beast of Lower Sad Fucklia, where I was killed several times before my victory was sealed. I return now, not just for me, but also in the hope that it will help yank Cootly Yeldud from his own similar lame spiral... See, tomorrow is my birthday. Over the years, as I'm sure you've all noticed, birthdays have begun to suck more and more each year, serving only to remind us of how little we've done with the precious little time we've been given. Over the last year and a half or so I've seriously taken a look at the years I've thrown away, about 8 or so is the count I've come up with, nearly a third of my life, and when you take into account that for the most part our lives from 0-10 years of age comes and goes without leaving much behind it in terms of memory or consciousness my 8 pissed away years become even more depressing. But ya know what? While the last year and a half or so has been the best of my life, I've still hung on to my depressio past, lamenting the lost time rather than doing my best to make the current days that hurtle past at blinding speed the best seconds, minutes and hours they can be as they go. I can sit around and bitch and moan about blowing my supposed "best years" or I could do something about the years upcoming to make up for it. And for the most part I've just been doing the bitching and moaning portion of that. I'm tired of that. People around me have to be tired of hearing and seeing it. "Boo fuckin' hoo, woe the fuck is me, the pain, the pain." Blah! Blah and double Blah I say... You heard me! Phooey! That's right, I got to use Phooey! I can smell the jealousy! Peshaw even! Hah! Another good discarded word! ... Damn it, I really do enjoy ME sometimes... But I'm digressing... But not before I say "Squadoo" while I'm at it, nothin' better than dusting off good old words when ever you can... Really digressing... Where was I? Oh yeah. So this is me returning to hopefully a more regular posting with some actual entertainment value to it, enough bitchy moany whiny bullshit. Now I can't guarantee that the place is going to be whine free, but at least the bullshit should be in context and somewhat humorous in the future, that's the best I can give you right now, we'll work from there. So I'm going to be starting a lot of stuff with my birthday as an excuse to get off my ass, I'm going to post some more writing, including the daily exercises from hollylisle.com that I'd been doing regularly for a week or so not too long ago. It's nothing special but it's something to get me writing every morning and I can always use that. On top of that I'm getting back to getting my diet back under control tomorrow and starting an exercise program on Tuesday. I've got a lot of time to make up and while I've done a damn good job this last year and a half, I've still got a lot more to do, and if I seriously put my mind to it I'm going to have no problem. Another part of me coming back here is to hopefully use this to help keep me honest. That's been the idea of blogs in the past, but hopefully I can make it work this time. All I have to do is put in some effort here and I'll be all right, the problem's been that I haven't been putting any effort what so ever into any thing at all for so long, it's hard to remember how. But I think I'll get back into the swing of things. I think I'm finally ready again, hell, I'm back here aren't I? That's a start... Oh, and in an added spleen venting feature to the LJ, I'll be keeping records of current gas prices around here for posterity. I did an article for the Cult of Nobody about the coming of $3 a gallon gas last summer, and while it didn't come then, I know it's on it's way, and I just want to silently seethe over it with a running log of the out of control prices, just for kicks. So the price every post will come from the Arco AM/PM on the corner of Arden and Ethan in the fair city of Sacramento California. When you hear those national averages and then see what I pay you'll be able to share in my hate, keeping in mind this is pretty much the CHEAPEST station in the area... Another fine content innovation brought to you by WuF©co, you can thank me later... Talk to you all later, but sooner rather than... -=-=- Regular Unleaded: $2.15 a gallon -=-=- 2 comments|post comment

[05 May 2004|12:05am] It's not fair... 1 comment|post comment

I'm a whiny bitch! [19 Mar 2004|11:44am] [ mood | resigned ] [ music | Honeyspot - Arm Candy ] There, it just needed to be said, move along now, nothing else to see... 1 comment|post comment

Ahhhh, funny, how I've missed ye. [14 Mar 2004|09:04pm] [ mood | pleased ] [ music | Justin Farren - Modern Day Mirador ] Last show recaps for the week. It's also looking like my schedule's going to calm down a bit now so I might finally be able to talk about other things... assuming I have anything else of interest to talk about... Tuesday was the open mic at True Love Coffee House. Over all not bad. A couple people I'd already seen, Roberta Chevrette, the host of the Fox & Goose open mic, and Steve Chance, guy I saw the week before and picked up a CD from. The best guy of the night though was Justin Farren. Had a great look and a really good sound, and fortunately, also had a CD. His best stuff wasn't on the disk but he says he should have a new one out soon so I can't wait for that. Then Thursday was Gary Jules at Harlow's, finishing my little run of three trips to Harlow's in 8 days. The place was very sparse, it was just as surprisingly empty as Rufus' show Sunday was full, I honestly expected the crowd sizes to be reversed, but I guess I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about. His two openers were good but not great, almost got a CD but they didn't move me enough. As for Gary himself, going into the show I'd only heard his cover of Mad World. The cover is so different from the original that one would expect that that's the guy's style, but no. I mean, he wasn't bad by any means, but he wasn't great either. He had a very Paul Simon sound to him but his stuff just kept droning on a little too long with little to no changes. I need texture in my sound. Now the fact that he didn't sound anything like I expected may have colored my view of the entire show, I'm willing to admit that, so I'm going to cut him a little slack and reserve final judgment. In an entirely non show-going related note, I'm actually being productive again. Not sure if it was not having rehearsals last week or what but all the sudden I'm cranking out sketches like it's nobody's business, and that's nice. Not only that, but they're some of the funniest stuff I've ever written, so that's also nice. Now I just need to finish stuff. I get started on a lot of things but finish precious few. Gotta change that. But for now I'm just going to bask in my productivity, it's a nice change of pace. post comment

Klee W. Freakly - Record Mogul? [09 Mar 2004|06:20pm] [ mood | enthusiastic ] [ music | Scott Berry - Tommy's Song ] When was the last time I was here, let's see... Ah. Rufus, that's right. Well, the Rufus Wainwright show Sunday was great. A lot of people crammed into a medium sized place. He was incredible but I expected as much. I was lucky, when I showed up I found Mel (cast member in the comedy troupe I'm in) was also at the show. Somehow we hadn't relayed to the other that we'd be going to the show so it was quite a surprise to both of us. Really glad she was there though, as we know I fucking hate going places by myself and I really needed someone for the four hours I ended up being there (showed up about an hour early just to make sure I got in, which was a good thing, then the three hour show.) So in the end, great show, good night, another win chocked up in column A. Monday I went to the Fox & Goose open mic again, the guy whose stuff I really dug last week (Cole) told me he was going to be there again and that was all I needed. Over all the quality of the performers last night wasn't what it was last week, more people were good last week than were this week, but the ones that WERE good this week were that much better than those that were last week, making the two weeks a kind of push... I hope that made sense, it mostly did coming out... In addition to Cole another guy I saw there, the fellah whom I'm listening to right now, Scott Berry also rocked quite heartily. Two really good guys last night and Scott's going to be back next week as the featured performer while Cole also said he'd be back, so again, Monday's booked for me. Now this all brings me to the cryptic subject of this post. Cole's a young guy, last week, my first open mic was also his first in a long while. He's an incredible talent, great writer, great guitar player, good vocals. I've been doing a little radio show off an on for about a year now, playing new sounds that I've fished out of places like mp3.com and others. I love finding new sounds, but in most cases I've found them long after they've reached some level of success, how ever small it may be. In this case I'm in on the very basement of an incredible talent. He's so fucking good I talk to him after his sets and just gush about how he can't get stuff recorded fast enough so I can buy an album from him. And that thar's when mah puzzler got all whirly an' ah started ta getsin ta thinkin'. Hyuk. Why wait? Why not record the guy myself? I know good sounds when I hear 'em, why don't I just fucking start my own label? All good questions I thought. So I got to thinkin' some more, hell, I've got a friend, a big shot audio guy, who last time I talked to him was working on putting a recording studio together. Assuming the place is finally finished, I might be able to get him to give me some off hours time in there, hook me up a little. He's also got years of music biz experience and might be able to introduce me to at least what starting a dinky indy label and becoming a record producer would entail. I realize eventually it involves sucking the life and creativity out of every talented person I can get my talons into, raping their dreams and destroying their futures while my bank account points and laughs, I understand that eventuality of the business, but I'm not STARTING there. Shit, I know what's good, I've got a pretty fucking solid ear. I've spent a lot of time on this end of the musical food chain, just having my Whopper and not caring less how the burger gets from the farm to me. Now I think I'd like to learn how the hamburger is made. post comment

Ah, the sweet, sweet, hackery... [07 Mar 2004|07:44pm] [ mood | hopeful ] [ music | Piano Jazz on KXJZ ] There's good and bad to being an open minded person. I've had two outings worth of mostly bad in a row now. Friday night I went to Luna's to catch some stand-up: Tim O'Dell First Friday Comedy Showcase blah blah blah. I ordered a hot chocolate and a water. I was presented with a 1400 degree mug of molten brownness and a cup of room temperature tap water, yummy. Of course I was ridiculously early as usual so I pulled out my notebook to try to write while the hot chocolate they retrieved for me from the surface of the sun cooled. Luna's is a tiny little place that - as I learned later - they cram far too many people into to be even remotely legal. As the place began to pack I realized I'd be having to move eventually. My oneness hogging a table for twoness would not work. This would end up being part of why I had to leave early, though not the main crux of it. So after sitting around for probably close to an hour and finally coming up with a good fad diet sketch I was asked if I could move, I said no problem, no reason some couple should have to be penalized for my aloneness. So I was sent to a seat approximately 4 millimeters from where the comics would be. Fun. The first guy got up and sucked out loud. The most reaction he got was a pity response he set-up mid act. He had people "Aww" at his lameness and there was plenty, purposefully and otherwise. And I get the pleasure of seeing his flop sweat up close, up uncomfortably close. I'm a tough crowd, you don't want me in the front row of anything involving comedy for the most part. I give away no free laughs. It was painful. The second person up was much better though. She had a much tighter delivery and much better material, she just had a little more "it" than the first guy, it's intangible but more important than just about anything else. So while I did enjoy her, the discomfort of the seating arrangement, not to mention the seat itself (the seat I originally had was nicely padded and comfy, the seat I was moved to was a folding wooden chair... yes, of doom.) plus the fact that there were at least 3 other comics coming up and they were all getting 20-30 minutes each, I just couldn't stay. If I had any confidence in the rest of the comics I might've stuck it out, but I REALLY didn't. I'm going to go back this week to Luna's to check out their open mic, there I shouldn't have to move. Tonight though, as soon as I post this as a matter of fact, I'm going to a show that I expect to be spectacular. I'm going back to Harlow's tonight to see Rufus Wainwright. It's a pretty pricey ticket for a Sunday, but I just recently got into Rufus and absolutely love him. It should be a good night, and of course I'll be back to give you the run down on it because I know you're all hanging on my every word, oh the edge of your seat excitement of my relaying the play by play of my lonely nights out... Oy, I need friends... post comment

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