Monday, November 24, 2008

Once Again, I am a Gentleman of Leisure

Well, here we are, laid off again. Thank God for the Union, that they'll find me a new job. It is annoying, though. I was finally with a good shop (Unity) where I didn't have to worry about checks bouncing or unpaid benefits or people expecting me to do ridiculous, unsafe things to protect my job. I worked for a succession of great foremen there, good guys who treated me like a human being. I had survived about five waves of layoffs, and I didn't manage to survive this one. Sure, it's not a nice feeling, not being wanted. I knew times are bad, and that we were all going to go eventually.

I'll get assigned to a new shop soon enough, then I'll have to go through the process of adapting to a new boss (and him adapting to me) all over again, making friends, etc. That's what I hate the most: you make friends, and then you have to go. We all went out to the bar on Friday, and everyone made sure I didn't have to pay for anything. You can't ask to work with nicer people than that.

Oh well. I'll have time to write when the kiddies are at school, and animate, and do a lot of crap around the apartment. There's a lot of work that needs doing. Maybe Jen & I can get out to see a movie or two while the kiddies are at school. Silver lining.


Monday, November 17, 2008

You're Such a Character!

Back in the day, whilst in our cups, my friends and I would play the "which character would you want to be" game. Though sober, I was thinking about this today, and I've narrowed it down to three:

3: Ford Prefect, from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Ford (who hails from "a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse,") had the best job in the universe: he would hitchhike to a planet, write an entry for the Guide about it, and upload it to his editor via the "sub-ether net." A fee would automatically be paid to his account, which he would promptly drink and party away. This lack of funds would cause him to have to hitchhike to the next planet that needed reviewing. Sounds like a good life.

2: The Doctor, from Doctor Who. Come on. Who wouldn't want a TARDIS? Travel anywhere in space and time? Did I mention you get two hearts and thirteen lives just in case your adventuring gets a little reckless? Enough said.

But the winner is...

1: Atrus, from the Myst series. From playing the games, it seems that he can create worlds just by writing books decribing them. From reading the novels, you find out instead that an infinite number of worlds exist, and his books just link to any one of them based on his discriptions. Does it really matter? It's still one of the coolest powers ever.

OK, itr's your turn. Of course, you're pretty spiffy on your own. But given the chance to play a role, who would you like to be?


Wednesday, November 12, 2008


A few weeks ago, someone was kind enough to rearend us at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. After staying a week at the dealership, we got the car back yesterday, with at least two items STILL not repaired. Jen took it back today to have one item (the trunk door) fixed. After she drove home, she realized that they must have disconnected the rear brake lights when they fixed the trunk, because they don't work now. So she has to bring it back AGAIN tomorrow and argue with them that whatver's wrong, it's their fault.

Ever feel like screaming like the great Admiral Kirk and having your hoarse cry of frustration echo across the universe? I do!


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Static in My Attic from Channel Z.

Today's Novel Progress: 809 words.

Lately, my mind feels like a radio with a broken dial. I keep getting different signals. Happy, sad, angry, content, paranoid, secure, loving, ostracized, ambitious, apathetic, etcella, etcetella, etcetella. My superego's tinny little voice that's whispering, "it's not supposed to be this way," but that's probably because TV, book, and movie characters don't ever act like that. Unless, of course, they're bloody loonies. Right now, I'm listening to The Beatles' White Album for the same reason 3/4 of the people on this train are wearing headphones: to drown out the other faulty radio between our ears. "Everywhere there's lots of piggies, living piggy lives (snort snort) You can see them out for dinner with their piggy wives..."


PS Am I the only one NOT looking forward to the new Bond film? I don't know, the last one - although extremely well done - just wasn't any fun. The best Bond films all have just a touch of camp, IMHO.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Stick Prop 8 Up Your Tuchas!

Today's novel progress: 781 words.

I must say, this whole Prop 8 thing really burns my wick. Seriously. What the hell gives someone the right to decide what other people do with their lives? Someone once told me that the sanctity of marriage must be preserved. I've got news for you - whether your marriage is holy or not is up to you. How the hell does what two other people do change the holiness of your own marriage? OK, I admit - sometimes I wonder how many gay people just want to get married because they're told they can't - but so what? Millions of heterosexual couples have gotten married for stupider reasons. Think about it. If God is all powerful, then he's the one that wired people's brains up the way they are. And if your God is a "loving God," and he created people who are attracted to others of the same sex, do you really think he wants them to be lonely, miserable, and fight who they are all their lives? I can name a few million sins worse than the crime of loving someone.


PS - If Prop 8 goes into effect, than how can poor Walter and Perry ever get married?

Friday, November 07, 2008

Confusion Say...

Today's novel progress 740 words.

I've been thinking about what I said yesterday, and then it hit me: I know life is beautiful, and we should be thankful, etc. etc. etc. But with so many people in therapy and taking medication, or committing suicide, or self-medicating themselves with (illegal) drugs, alcohol, food, sex, etc., or needing to constantly distract themselves with games, books, television, the internet, or whatever - surely there must be something really, really wrong with this thing we call life. If only I had it in me to be truly zen, to not want anything, to just live in the present and not worry about the past or the fututre, to just accept that everything is just the way it's supposed to be, and that nothing should be any other way.

Happy birthday to me tomorrow!


Thursday, November 06, 2008

Latest Psychological BS

Today's novel progress: 723 words

I heard the most inane commercial on the radio today for... dog antidepressants. I shit you not. Is your dog exploding with energy? Barking too much? Doesn't like being left alone in a cage all day? Biting people? Well, I got news for you: it's a fucking dog. What did you buy a dog for if you didn't want it to act like a dog? Maybe that's the reason people need antidepressants as well: they're trying so hard not to act like people.


Wednesday, November 05, 2008


Today's novel progress: 711 words.

Dear President-Elect Obama:

Congratulations on your winning the electoral vote by a landslide. People were literally dancing in the street last night. I wish you the best of luck, you have a hell of a job ahead of you. So just a word of caution: By all means, be proud of yourself, but please, don't popularity cloud your vision.

Allow me to explain.

Bill "Slick Willy" Clinton was a president who could do no wrong in the eyes of the media or his followers. He believed himself above the law, an attitude that led him to commit perjury and become the second president in history to be impeached, (third if you count Nixon's resignation.) His desire to bask in the glow of the dot-com bubble instead of warning caution over the inevitable crash caused the recession of 2000. President George W. Bush armed himself with the conviction that God approved his every decision and surrounded himself with yes-men. 9/11 gave him the highest presidential approval rating ever, a statistic he used to shred the constitution and mire us in a never-ending preemptive war. While the current financial crisis has bi-partisan causes, the gap between the rich and poor under his leadership has become the greatest in history, and wanton deregulation has possibly caused a second great depression. Here in New York City, mayor Bloomberg overturned the term limits the people voted for twice because of his conviction that, being the great liberal nanny that he is, he knows what's best for us.

Do you understand what I'm saying here? You won the electoral vote by a landslide, but 46% of the people voted Republican. They didn't do this because they were the hateful, racist, uneducated, militant Nazis that the media made them out to be, but because (besides simply having different values than you do,) they had legitimate concerns about your lack of experience, national security, your economic plans, and (dare I say it,) your past associations with questionable characters. Don't forget, as Clinton, W., and many presidents before them did, that you have the job of leading this half of dissenting Americans, NOT marginalizing them. No, you should not compromise your ideals for them nor should you appease them. You merely need to take the time to understand and respect them as fellow Americans. You have much to prepare for in the next few months. Make remembering to be humble one of your lessons. Remember, as the liberal media will continue to treat you as someone who can do no wrong, that your judgment is not absolute. (And for that matter, remember the lesson of Hillary Clinton: the liberal media is a fickle mistress.) As the little gay guy chanted in History of the World, "Remember, thou art mortal!"

Again, congratulations, and best of luck to you.


Monday, November 03, 2008

No, Virginia...

Today's Novel Progress: 685 words. Every word has been like pulling teeth the past few weeks. I'm pretty sure the reason is because I've been trying to lose weight, and, as always, it's become my latest obsession. This is no good, because it's taken the place of the obsession that was getting this goddamn book finished. I can only be completely focused and obsessed with one thing at a time, be it a novel, an animation, artwork, losing weight, etc. I can be a frighteningly obsessive person - just ask any woman who's survived me loving her.

I listened to Ziggy Stardust on the subway today. Are there any other Monty Python fans out there who mentally substitute Mr. Gumby's voice over David Bowie's in the song "Five Years?" (My brain hurts a lot!) The trains seem to have been taken over by ads for something called Remy Martin. Aparently, if I give it to my lady friends, they'll start lezzing out. (Wow! "Lezzing" is in Mozilla's spell-checker!)

There comes a time in every parent's life when, like the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus, a child must be told that Adam and Eve were figments of someone's imagination. I tried not to get too exasperated at Joe's response: "But God WANTS you to believe in it." No, he probably wants you to use your brain, but that's just me.



Sunday, November 02, 2008