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Getting ready for a busy month ahead…

Welp, I’m thinking that my postings are going to be pretty slim for the month of November due to the fact that I will be partaking of the Nanowrimo program. It’s basically a month long writer’s workshop. The overall goal is to write a 50,000 word story in one month. There are no prizes, no contracts and no quality assurance testing on your work of fiction. Just you, your writing utensil of choice and about 5000-10000 others in the same boat. I like it mainly because it sets a goal for you and you have a giant writers support circle to go along with it, hopefully to help you all along the way.

I’ve been going through picking out some music that I’ll be listening to while I try to write, most of it soundtracks and instrumentals with the occasional pop song thrown in to spice it up a little.

The hardest part of this is going to be the fact that for the last week and a half or so of the month, I will be in San Digeo celebrating Turkey Day with the fam, and there’s no way I’ll be missing that. I’ll try to write while I’m down there as this is mainly a relaxation type vaction so hopefully I’ll be able to do just that.

Oh and just some FYI if you ever want to check out some great photographs, check out Cyndi’s photo gallery. She needs to update it more frequently so I can show off her stuff in a more timely manner.

Not much to say tonight have a huge headache and trying to think about my Nano story… -v- out.

Don’t you just wish

That life was more like a musical sometimes? Imagine you’re being yelled at by your boss, spouse or pimple-faced guy at the local fast food restaurant. Suddenly, the spot light hits you everything else around you goes black and from your lips comes a doleful tune about life and loss and how everything could be different.

Maybe you’re the happy sort that would prefer a big song and dance number with the whole cast belting out in perfect harmony at the top of their lungs about good times and how warm and beautiful the sun is and how it compares to life.

In either case, I personally would be very entertained most of the day if people just spontaneously burst into song. I would clap and cheer or cry and sympathize with the singer just because I think life would be a much more interesting thing with music and dance numbers.

Not that I can sing or dance mind you. In fact I would probably cause people to leave the studio mid aria and they would be muttering curses under their breaths about how they wasted their money or time and they would be very grumpy.

I guess the whole point of this is that Cyndi and I just watched Chicago and we found it quite entertaining. I wish I could recall the names of some of the better musicals I’ve seen but most of them are just fond but dim memories in my aging mind.

Although one musical that sticks out in my mind as being one of my old favorites is Bugsy Malone a bunch of kids acting like gangsters with Scott Baio in the lead no less!

Now that I think about it some more I even have the original cast recording of Miss Saigon. Another one of my favorites. You just can’t go wrong with beautiful voices singing beautiful songs. Songs about cheap vc whores and horny marines… Ahh the beauty of the stage!

Taken from “Miss Saigon”
“The Heat is on in Saigon”

AMERICANS:
The heat is on in Saigon
The girls are hotter ‘n’ hell
One of these slits here will be Miss Saigon
God, the tension is high, not to mention the smell

-v- out.

Oh my goodness!

After having just watched The Patriot on dvd I think I should feel much more patriotic, but I think the best part of that movie (or maybe I should say what I remember most from that movie) was when Benjamin Martin aka Mel Gibson, after just having had his son brutally slain in front of him, goes on a killing spree with a whole lot of blood and death all around.

I can see me doing that. Well, I can see me thinking about doing that.

The sad truth though is I don’t know if there’s that much blood rage in the whole of the planet to even really get me motivated to get out of my chair so I think the world is safe from me going on a rampant killing spree. I’m pretty darn lazy when you get right down to it.

In fact I’m so lazy that when I’m in the Data Center of where I work I tend not to get out of my chair and just roll between the racks to look at stuff even if its on the other side of the room. I also sigh heavily when I even have to bend in any direction to look at a server that’s not in my immediate field of vision.

But anyway nothing really happened at work today thats different than any other day the last few months so I came up with some filler.

More filler: Support your local animal shelter, cuz if you don’t there’s more dogs and cats for bums to eat and friends don’t let bums go hungry.

“High atop a mountain peek
does my demon smile…”
-v-

It’s kinda sad…

..when the reason you’re up a little later than normal is cuz you’re working on something from work that you didn’t get to finish before you left and it really has nothing to do with your true job function but it can be the most fun type of work until it actually becomes work.

So anyway I spent most of the day busy working and trying to accomplish what little goals I had set for myself while at the same time to find more ways to relax while at work so I’m not too stressed out.

I started with a little music… Ahh the dulcet tones of Tatu followed by the always mellifluous Color Me Badd and to wrap it all up a sweet symphony of pleasure from Mr. Weird Al Yankovic. That all helped to keep my stress levels to a nice manageable level for at least the first 10 minutes of work or so. I also listen to George Straight, NIN and some ever soothing Green Day as my moods strike me. I also happen to be quite fond of video game music and after making a very nice purchase of “Soul Calibur 2” some time ago I thought it would be prudent and very consumerlike of me to also purchase the limited edition guide book which came with the soundtrack. All orchestral and very grand so it makes interesting listening while tryin to figure out why a server has crashed on me for the bazillionth time.

I just realized I’ve rambled on about absolutely nothing so on that note I will go lay down.

“I’ll naught but think sweet things of thee
if the same you’ll think of me…”
-v-

I find my lack of sleep disturbing…

Not sure what the exact quote was that Mr. Vader told one of his minions in the (said with a snooty french accent ala Eddie Izzard) Star Wars tril-o-gy, but I’m sure I’m not too far off.

I normally don’t like staying up late or just being awake in the wee hours of the morning, I tend to be unhappy, grumpy and disgruntled in a generalized way. I think I attribute my sense of indignation at being awake at this hour to a nightly ritual of actually sleeping when bedtime comes around for the last 30 years.

I think sometime this month without my knowledge or consent my body has decided, “What the fuck do I care what that guy wants?” and left me weary and tired and unfortunately wide awake and suffering from some sort of anxiety disorder thingy ma-jobby probably brought about by a nearly 2 year air of “will I have my job tomorrow” atmosphere.

I’ve taken no steps to remedy my sleep situation yet other than the occasional, “Gawd, this sucks monkey balls.” while I surf the web at 3a.m.

The Whore of Oklahoma

In spite of the fact that many of my avid readers will have no doubt already noticed the new link on the right hand side of the page, I will go ahead and make it known that there is now a Paypal donation link.

Yes, noble friends I have decided to whore my soul out to “the Internet” in an effort to live the life I wish to live. Unfortunately I do not know what that life really is yet but I’m quite sure it will have to be attained in a monetary fashion and with “the Internet’s” help I think it can be achieved.

I’m not sure if whore is truely the right word for what I want. I just want people to give me money so I can do something else with my life. I don’t actually plan on whoring myself out in any sense of the word. I just want money.

You might say I need money so I can pay off debts, buy my lovely significant other nice things and be an all around nice guy, but in the end its mostly just wanting more money than needing it at this point. I’m sure at some point in the future I’ll be able to rationalize it to myself that I do in fact need money and that it should be everyone’s responsibility to just give me the money.

I’ll probably make up a fancier donation page once I go global with this plan scheme opportunity for success.