People don't seem to respond to me or my art at the coffee shop. They must have really important things on their minds. I know they don't have any money, which is another reason why they don't look at my art.
There are also people were wear their sunglasses indoors as part of their entrance and exit strategy. Sometimes they leave their glasses on for a bit too long, making sure to scan the cafe before they take their glasses off. It is all part of their insecurity to connect or say 'hi' to people. I find their 'sunglasses behavior' escapist and immature. What are they afraid of? I don't know.
Meanwhile, prices in the cafe have gone up, so that means the prices of my art have to go up, too. Or, I could sell more art.
Again I had to deal with A.A. people in my presence. At least these ones were quiet today so that I didn't have to hear their depressing dialogue.
I still enjoy going to the cafe every day for my two cups of coffee. I am thankful they let me paint there. It really helps me to get my art ready for the night, where I do actually sell.
Of course, I would like to get more sales at the cafe, but that is like trying to pull apples down from a barren lemon tree.
There is also no point to have an art show there. If they don't buy direct from me, they aren't going to buy from off the wall.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
whatever
whatever is the worst word. it means you don't care enough even to capitalize a sentence. it sucks. periods are okay, and even commas, but using a question mark is out of the question.
people on online games write this way. im fatigued with it, but i am learning how they write. it is not somethin 2 b proud of
i could go on, i lean how dey be writin it is awful no consideration for reader no worry bout mistakes
doesnt matter as long as they understand what i say," they say
"Yeah, but it is lazy language," I say. "In addition, it is really lousy to read," I added.
people on online games write this way. im fatigued with it, but i am learning how they write. it is not somethin 2 b proud of
i could go on, i lean how dey be writin it is awful no consideration for reader no worry bout mistakes
doesnt matter as long as they understand what i say," they say
"Yeah, but it is lazy language," I say. "In addition, it is really lousy to read," I added.
I got in there early today. My two brothers woke me up with chat box messages. I didn't mind. It's been a while since I got in there around 10 a.m.
I had a good time painting, but no sales or interest in my art work.
It bums me out when no one pays attention.
I think my work is valid. The only problem is that it all takes a tremendously long time to produce. People want art fast, like it was a Polaroid, and it just does not work that way.
I watched some scenes from 'A Scanner Darkly' with Robert Downey, Jr. He's a talented guy. He's acting, whereas Keanu just seems to be the same guy in every movie...himself.
The audiobook with Paul Giamotti reading, is better than the movie, I think.
I have trouble reading these days. I lack the concentration.
With so much going on in the studio with online games, blogging, facebook, and other activities, I find that I can't pick up a book.
"Why bother when I can just listen to the audiobook?" I say to myself.
I like to lay in bed with an audiobook running. I find it delightful.
Anyway, I have 'The Old Republic' on. I am working my smuggler. He is level 12 now.
I am quite impressed with this game. I want to film my character taking a taxi ride.
Anyhow, with all this Philip K. Dick stuff, I've been immersing myself with, well, it makes me think of California.
I spent eight years in Utah, and it seems to have been a bizarre experience for me. I am still trying to figure out if living there helped or hindered. I can't figure it out.
There was nothing to do there.
I became very isolated, and I wanted to get out.
So, I have this video game on, and I can camp a spot for hours while I write. It is an unusual way to play online games, but I've done it for years this way. That way I get a lot done, and still get xp.
With the artwork, well, let's just say that business is slow. I was hoping for a good week-end, but it was not to be.
I still have to go in tonight, to try and make something happen.
I don't get a day off....ever.
I never know when someone will show up for a purchase.
My customers can appear at anytime.
They often do, too.
I've recently set the bar high in my mind, where I want to sell $1000 of art in a single night. I certainly have enough work to sell that much. Then the trick comes with getting people to buy. That is not easy.
Sometimes my work looks like hell.
Other times it looks great.
Another problem is that people want a discount.
I have given people so many discounts that it has kind of hurt me, as I scramble for dollars now.
"Egads," I think to myself. "I don't know what to do do now."
Blogging has become a useless endeavor. I don't know of anybody who actually reads my work, even though I write a blog entry a day.
I don't even know why they would read it. I am not sure of my material. I don't know if it is any good or not.
Some things are, and most of it, to another person, is probably not too interesting, is my thought.
People just want all the juicy bits all the time, and they want it now.
Attention span is a factor.
No one has the concentration to read anymore, which is good for the corporations, I guess.
"You don't want a lot of people thinking and reading," I reflect in the voice of a corporate executive. "They should focus on how unhappy they are, and how they need to buy products to make them happy, and then we can make them miserable again in a never-ending, viscious cycle. Women and children are easy prey...hehe."
Anyhow, I drank some beers yesterday. It didn't do me much good. It didn't hurt too much, either. But by the time I got to the bar, I did not feel like drinking much. It took me a couple of hours with some water and soda before I finally succumbed to a beer.
So, Philip K. Dick was a pretty prolific author. I think the poverty and the drugs fueled him
He wanted to be successful.
It just happened to take him a very long time.
Some Blade Runner money started coming in, and...he died before the film's release.
Ooops.
It didn't matter anyhow. The movie was a box office flop.
It wasn't until years later that Blade Runner got its due.
The Director's Cut was actually an accident, I discovered. They sent an unfinished version of the film to a film festival by mistake without the narration, and the audience loved it. Then with some more tweaking, The Director's Cut was born...haha. They don't talk about this much. I got this info from a British documentary found on youtube about Blade Runner.
Meanwhile, my Star Wars update is I was thinking about Flash Gordon, with the threat of the entire planet of Mongo moving towards Earth.
That is the impetus of The Death Star...duh.
I never realized it in those terms.
I don't know how Ming The Merciless was able to move an entire planet, though. That sounds ridiculous.
George Lucas took it one step further by making it the size of a small moon, and to have it completely constructed. It turned out to be a good move on his part.
I have seen the entire unedited 'Flesh Gordon' before. I actually enjoyed it. A memorable scene was Dale Ardor nude in the rocket ship, hanging on as Flesh and Dr. Flexi Jerkoff piloted. The claymation was good, and it's not a bad film. It is more enjoyable than you would think. Despite the X rating, there is no real sex that I remember. Just nudity, though I read orgy scenes were filmed.
Producing porn at the time this was made was legally considered 'pandering'.
I don't know how things changed by the end of the decade where porn films were in full swing.
Now, porn is just part of American Culture, and it is no big deal.
"I don't see anything wrong with porn," the author thought.
Anyhow, they have strippers on this Star Wars game in the cantinas, but they are covered up.
I need an awesome online game with actual nudity.
They exist. I saw one on redtube. I don't know how good it is. I would expect any porn online game to be lousy. I would also expect all the female characters to be played by men.
I had my fun today. I could go into work early today. I wonder if I will.
I've been listening to 'A Scanner Darkly' audiobook for hours. It reminds me of the ever-lasting California Drug Culture.
I see people messed up on drugs.
Today, I saw a zombie drop a bottle a couple of times so that both ends were broken off, so had this Snapple bottle tube, and he took the lid. I had never seen that before. I was wondering if there was a way he was going to do some drugs with that object, but I didn't know how. The zombies now steal a part from a motorcycle engine to smoke something somehow. I don't know what they do exactly, and I don't want to know. Motorcycle owners aren't too happy with these drug fiends.
"Never mess with a man's vehicle, man."
Philip K. Dick could write 60 pages while on amphetimines. That is a lot.
I had a good time painting, but no sales or interest in my art work.
It bums me out when no one pays attention.
I think my work is valid. The only problem is that it all takes a tremendously long time to produce. People want art fast, like it was a Polaroid, and it just does not work that way.
I watched some scenes from 'A Scanner Darkly' with Robert Downey, Jr. He's a talented guy. He's acting, whereas Keanu just seems to be the same guy in every movie...himself.
The audiobook with Paul Giamotti reading, is better than the movie, I think.
I have trouble reading these days. I lack the concentration.
With so much going on in the studio with online games, blogging, facebook, and other activities, I find that I can't pick up a book.
"Why bother when I can just listen to the audiobook?" I say to myself.
I like to lay in bed with an audiobook running. I find it delightful.
Anyway, I have 'The Old Republic' on. I am working my smuggler. He is level 12 now.
I am quite impressed with this game. I want to film my character taking a taxi ride.
Anyhow, with all this Philip K. Dick stuff, I've been immersing myself with, well, it makes me think of California.
I spent eight years in Utah, and it seems to have been a bizarre experience for me. I am still trying to figure out if living there helped or hindered. I can't figure it out.
There was nothing to do there.
I became very isolated, and I wanted to get out.
So, I have this video game on, and I can camp a spot for hours while I write. It is an unusual way to play online games, but I've done it for years this way. That way I get a lot done, and still get xp.
With the artwork, well, let's just say that business is slow. I was hoping for a good week-end, but it was not to be.
I still have to go in tonight, to try and make something happen.
I don't get a day off....ever.
I never know when someone will show up for a purchase.
My customers can appear at anytime.
They often do, too.
I've recently set the bar high in my mind, where I want to sell $1000 of art in a single night. I certainly have enough work to sell that much. Then the trick comes with getting people to buy. That is not easy.
Sometimes my work looks like hell.
Other times it looks great.
Another problem is that people want a discount.
I have given people so many discounts that it has kind of hurt me, as I scramble for dollars now.
"Egads," I think to myself. "I don't know what to do do now."
Blogging has become a useless endeavor. I don't know of anybody who actually reads my work, even though I write a blog entry a day.
I don't even know why they would read it. I am not sure of my material. I don't know if it is any good or not.
Some things are, and most of it, to another person, is probably not too interesting, is my thought.
People just want all the juicy bits all the time, and they want it now.
Attention span is a factor.
No one has the concentration to read anymore, which is good for the corporations, I guess.
"You don't want a lot of people thinking and reading," I reflect in the voice of a corporate executive. "They should focus on how unhappy they are, and how they need to buy products to make them happy, and then we can make them miserable again in a never-ending, viscious cycle. Women and children are easy prey...hehe."
Anyhow, I drank some beers yesterday. It didn't do me much good. It didn't hurt too much, either. But by the time I got to the bar, I did not feel like drinking much. It took me a couple of hours with some water and soda before I finally succumbed to a beer.
So, Philip K. Dick was a pretty prolific author. I think the poverty and the drugs fueled him
He wanted to be successful.
It just happened to take him a very long time.
Some Blade Runner money started coming in, and...he died before the film's release.
Ooops.
It didn't matter anyhow. The movie was a box office flop.
It wasn't until years later that Blade Runner got its due.
The Director's Cut was actually an accident, I discovered. They sent an unfinished version of the film to a film festival by mistake without the narration, and the audience loved it. Then with some more tweaking, The Director's Cut was born...haha. They don't talk about this much. I got this info from a British documentary found on youtube about Blade Runner.
Meanwhile, my Star Wars update is I was thinking about Flash Gordon, with the threat of the entire planet of Mongo moving towards Earth.
That is the impetus of The Death Star...duh.
I never realized it in those terms.
I don't know how Ming The Merciless was able to move an entire planet, though. That sounds ridiculous.
George Lucas took it one step further by making it the size of a small moon, and to have it completely constructed. It turned out to be a good move on his part.
I have seen the entire unedited 'Flesh Gordon' before. I actually enjoyed it. A memorable scene was Dale Ardor nude in the rocket ship, hanging on as Flesh and Dr. Flexi Jerkoff piloted. The claymation was good, and it's not a bad film. It is more enjoyable than you would think. Despite the X rating, there is no real sex that I remember. Just nudity, though I read orgy scenes were filmed.
Producing porn at the time this was made was legally considered 'pandering'.
I don't know how things changed by the end of the decade where porn films were in full swing.
Now, porn is just part of American Culture, and it is no big deal.
"I don't see anything wrong with porn," the author thought.
Anyhow, they have strippers on this Star Wars game in the cantinas, but they are covered up.
I need an awesome online game with actual nudity.
They exist. I saw one on redtube. I don't know how good it is. I would expect any porn online game to be lousy. I would also expect all the female characters to be played by men.
I had my fun today. I could go into work early today. I wonder if I will.
I've been listening to 'A Scanner Darkly' audiobook for hours. It reminds me of the ever-lasting California Drug Culture.
I see people messed up on drugs.
Today, I saw a zombie drop a bottle a couple of times so that both ends were broken off, so had this Snapple bottle tube, and he took the lid. I had never seen that before. I was wondering if there was a way he was going to do some drugs with that object, but I didn't know how. The zombies now steal a part from a motorcycle engine to smoke something somehow. I don't know what they do exactly, and I don't want to know. Motorcycle owners aren't too happy with these drug fiends.
"Never mess with a man's vehicle, man."
Philip K. Dick could write 60 pages while on amphetimines. That is a lot.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Today was just another day at the cafe.
It was beautiful outside.
I had a good time painting.
It was a big surprise when my sister showed up.
A lot of people don't know I have a sister.
Most everyone ignored what I was doing, except the Spanish woman pushing a stroller who saw my paintings in the window.
She came in to say hello.
That was nice of her.
She asked about my art, so we had a good exchange of words.
Meanwhile, I am starting to figure out that I need art things that people can relate to with my art, images they are familiar with.
I gotta make my bread and butter.
I'm gonna take a nap. I can't write worth crap right now.
It was beautiful outside.
I had a good time painting.
It was a big surprise when my sister showed up.
A lot of people don't know I have a sister.
Most everyone ignored what I was doing, except the Spanish woman pushing a stroller who saw my paintings in the window.
She came in to say hello.
That was nice of her.
She asked about my art, so we had a good exchange of words.
Meanwhile, I am starting to figure out that I need art things that people can relate to with my art, images they are familiar with.
I gotta make my bread and butter.
I'm gonna take a nap. I can't write worth crap right now.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
It makes it hard to meet my bills, however.
But to have a cute girl like your art, and post it on Instagram, and then have all her cute friends see the art is worth its' weight in advertising and promotion, I guess.
Still, I need the money. Jabba The Hutt is after me, and has a bounty on my head.
Everyone else in the cafe ignored my art. That is normal, unfortunately.
Maybe it will be different someday, where I will get paid properly for my art.
The still-life with the word 'SATAN' on it wasn't exactly finished, so I didn't mind taking a cut on that one. I've been trying to sell that one for a long time, and no one seemed interested, but she loved and adored it, so she got the painting.
I made someone happy today, so that makes it worth it.
She was quite the cutie, I might add. I didn't even bother trying to pick up on her, because, uh...what's the point?
Sure, that doesn't stop old men at the bar from picking up on young women, but it stops me. I'm not a low life in that way. I am in others, but I am no longer in the breaking young women's hearts business anymore. That part of my life is over.
A guy can have sex and not care, and go about his business the next day. It is different for most women, so I don't mess with that anymore.
If a younger woman really wanted me, that would be different, but I am not going to impose myself on others. It ain't my style.
So, there you go.
Meanwhile, I don't know if anybody actually reads this blog or not, so I just write it for myself, and cross my fingers for good luck.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
I sold $25 worth of art in the cafe today. That was amazing, and unusual.
I hardly ever sell in the cafe. Usually, I just do prep work in there for the night.
Anyway, a nice lady bought a painted toy horse, and two napkin arts.
I am drinking a $2 Tecate out the door beer to celebrate.
"Caffeinated people buy art, too," she said.
"Yes, but it is an extremely rare event," I thought to myself, and didn't say it.
I had been making fun of her conversation with her co-worker, as they chose to impose it on me by sitting near-by.
It was annoying.
My favorite line is the guy said, "I'm falling asleep in here," and I said out loud kind of under my breath, but audible, "I've been falling asleep for the last half hour listening to you two."
Words that I consider profanity: marketing, advertising, and anything else designed to manipulate people on the web.
With my stuff, you either like it or you don't, and you go on with your life.
Anyhow, I had a good painting session, as always.
I was going to skip it today, as I was terribly late, but I am glad I didn't, because I got the sale.
I guess it is time to play some 'Star Wars: The Old Republic Online". It is free to play, if you have a good enough computer. You will need it for this one.
By the way, if you type in 'Star Wars Episode IV Radio Drama' on youtube, you can find a six hour program starring Mark Hamill and Anthony Daniels. It is fantastic, and fills in a lot of events that happen, but could not possibly be filmed.
Other Star Wars news is that the destruction of The Death Star was an 'inside job'.
Here is a picture of some of my recent art:
It appeals to me a lot to be an 'art slut', rather than an 'art whore'.
So, I had a good day at the cafe, producing art, and selling. That is how I like it.
I hardly ever sell in the cafe. Usually, I just do prep work in there for the night.
Anyway, a nice lady bought a painted toy horse, and two napkin arts.
I am drinking a $2 Tecate out the door beer to celebrate.
"Caffeinated people buy art, too," she said.
"Yes, but it is an extremely rare event," I thought to myself, and didn't say it.
I had been making fun of her conversation with her co-worker, as they chose to impose it on me by sitting near-by.
It was annoying.
My favorite line is the guy said, "I'm falling asleep in here," and I said out loud kind of under my breath, but audible, "I've been falling asleep for the last half hour listening to you two."
Words that I consider profanity: marketing, advertising, and anything else designed to manipulate people on the web.
With my stuff, you either like it or you don't, and you go on with your life.
Anyhow, I had a good painting session, as always.
I was going to skip it today, as I was terribly late, but I am glad I didn't, because I got the sale.
I guess it is time to play some 'Star Wars: The Old Republic Online". It is free to play, if you have a good enough computer. You will need it for this one.
By the way, if you type in 'Star Wars Episode IV Radio Drama' on youtube, you can find a six hour program starring Mark Hamill and Anthony Daniels. It is fantastic, and fills in a lot of events that happen, but could not possibly be filmed.
Other Star Wars news is that the destruction of The Death Star was an 'inside job'.
Here is a picture of some of my recent art:
So, I had a good day at the cafe, producing art, and selling. That is how I like it.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Some big, fat cow brought in her burrito from the taqueria into the cafe, and positioned herself behind me, and to the right, so I had to hear her chow down.
Then when she was done grazing, she left all of her trash for the cafe worker to pick it all up.
I was trying to paint.
What happens when people start eating around me, is it makes me start thinking about food instead of art.
I have to smell their goddamn food, and it is distracting.
When the cow was grazing, sure enough, the guy on the computer ran out to the liquor store and bought some kind of popcorn snack, so then I had to deal with him eating, too.
People don't have any manners anymore. They could give a truck.
* * * * *
Anyway, I had two nice cups of coffee, and got a lot of painting done. I feel that I made some progress.
The day painting sessions help me to get ready for the night.
I would love to sell art during the day, but it just does not happen. Maybe it is the lighting. I know for sure it is because people don't have money, and they certainly don't have the inclination to even look at what I am doing. It is almost as if they do everything they can not to look.
If I was just reading a book, they would strain their necks to see what the title of the book was.
So, I read a book while my art was out on the table.
That did not work, either.
It is a tough crowd.
* * * * *
Some girl told me there is a store in Berkeley that still sells typewriter ribbons. That is good news, for it means they are still available.
I like to type on my manual typewriter. It is fun.
* * * * *
Anyway, there is my two cents.
I just finished watching some George Carlin from 1996, at the top of his game. In his case, it lasted until the end.
He was one of the great ones.
He wrote all of his own material, and would test it out on audiences, and fine-tune the whole batch. He had to memorize the whole act. That is hard work, and he didn't miss a beat.
You see, he was a writer, who happened to perform his own material. But the writing was king. He just happened to be damn good at performing it, too. Not everyone can do that.
I think that is what happens when you perform live. The audience helps to make the material better. You work on how they respond, and try to improve it.
Louis CK does pretty much the same thing. He's another hard-working man who deserves everything he got. He worked his ass off.
People in this country just expect everything handed to thewm from the moment they come out of the womb.
Some people actually have to work. I am one of those. I wasn't given much.
Actually, I was given a lot, though I know quite a few who still expect things handed to them. It doesn't work that way. No, sirree.
Anyhow, I don't have time to worry about that sh**. I have online games to play. My Imperial Agent on SWTOR is level 12 now, and I am looking forward to what happens next. I am kind of excited.
I don't have a chubby or anything, but just glad to be playing.
Some people don't want to much personal information, but I think it is all part of the literary tradition.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, I ate some nice chili with some broccoli in it, which was damn good.
It is good to eat something green everyday.
At least, that is what I hear.
I found out one of the things that makes you fat is bread, because they put so much salt in it. So don't eat bread.
I love bread, I really do. Sometimes I can't help myself.
But I know now not to eat so much of it.
That is the key.
Pasta is fattening, too.
Avoid eating pizza. If you do eat it, don't eat the crust. Well, I ate pizza the other day, and it was great, and I ate the crust. Maybe I eat pizza once a month now. There's people who eat it every week, and they wonder why they can't get their fat ass out of the chair.
Don't drink soda. Basically, it is sugar water. It doesn't really satisfy your thirst, either. After you drink it, you are still thirsty. Sure, it is damn good, but drink some water along with it, so your body can process it.
Coca Cola can dissolve a penny if you put one in a glass of Coke for long enough.
Just think about what Coke does to your teeth.
Nothing better than a Coke, that is for sure...but only once in a while.
There are people who drink soda every day. I don't.
I do drink Raineer Ale everyday, and that ain't too good, either, haha.
Carbonation can't be good for you.
At least I walk and ride a bike every day. That is all I am doing. Better than nothing.
I smoke like a fiend, and that is a problem. I just like to do it so much, though. I ain't gonna cry about it.
Being happy is important, and smoking makes me happy a lot of the time.
Now that I am 46, I have out-lived a lot of people who have never smoked in their life.
I kind of laugh whenever one of these health nut risk takers gets hit by a car, or falls off a cliff, or dies hang gliding, while all I am doing is smoking and playing online games.
You know why I never get bit by a shark? I don't swim in shark-infested waters is why.
High Fructose Corn Syrup. It is in all of our food. It is in there to make the food last longer. Well, it ain't good for you. I'll have to do some more research on it when I am not lazy.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_fructose_corn_syrup Okay, here it is....good reading. Wow, we have high fructose corn syrup in everything because we tax sugar imports, and the high fructose corn syrup is cheaper. I did not know that.
Anyway, I'm watching more George Carlin, this time from 1992. He's pretty good, and was a marvelous word smith.
He had a start on radio, and this gave him good vocal training.
It is not easy to have a voice on radio that people want to listen to. Not many have that ability.
So anyhow, George can say the 'F' word in a comedy show because people bought their tickets, and if they don't like it, they can leave. HBO can broadcast it, because it is a paid service. His stand-up can not be broadcast on regular television with censorship. A kid can upload it to youtube, ignoring copyright laws, and everyone can see it on youtube.
I can't say the f-word on youtube,...well, I do sometimes...and many people do...some get away with it, others don't....but I'm really not supposed to say the f-word because of youtube policy. They don't like profanity. A little bit here and there they don't seem to mind, but if you use a lot, they can give you a warning, especially if people complain a lot.
All this leaves me a little confused.
Who even gets offended by swear words anymore anyhow? Christian f***s? I mean, 'Jesus'..!
Meanwhile, people swear everywhere I go in San Francisco. Male, female, young, old...it doesn't matter. Everybody does it.
What is so offensive about swear words? Is it the profanity, or is it just bad writing, and thinking, and they don't have a good enough vocabulary to think of other words?
I always swore as a teen to impress my friends, and to score points with them to show I wasn't a pussy.
A lot of good that did me, haha.
So the offense seems to be bad thinking and writing, and using swear words as a fall-back. Well, it just goes to show that not everyone wants to be a thinker, and a writer, and they actually want to resort to 'lowest common denominator' language.
I did notice recently that the main value of my education is so that I don't have to talk like low-life scum if I don't want to, that I can adjust the way I talk. They have a hard-time adjusting to me, though, and I say, 'f*** 'em'.
Some people think I am an asshole because at times, I don't want to talk in 'American Slang' style. I find that dialect to be so stupid, I just want to run away, and I often do, and they don't know why. They take it really seriously.
Another subject I want to discuss is drugs in San Francisco. I would say that all people in San Francisco have experience with drugs, and most of them directly. The few that don't have a drug history have certainly met people on a daily basis that do have a drug history. San Francisco is definitely a city where drugs have affected everybody. I don't think it is a good thing.
I don't like to talk to pot heads. I find them boring as duck.
On my adult blog, which is set for 18 and over, I can swear as much as I want. They don't review content there, so they say.
I don't know what person in the world under the age of 18 would even think of reading one of my blogs anyhow. What would possess them to do that, what with facebook, phones, and online games?
I basically have a problem with anything that wants to edit me. I had problems in school over this.
These days, I don't know what I can or can't do on the web. I just wish I had a website that was 21 and over, where I could blog, and do whatever I want, and make money at it.
Advertisers don't like profanity and sexual content is the problem. They pull out once they find profanity or naughty pictures on your site.
Such is life, I guess.
I would love to make money on the web, but I have not figured out how, yet.
Someday I hope to, for it beats working.
I don't know who will read this, and I don't care. At the time of writing, I do it for me. I only hope that somebody will read it eventually.
There are a lot of published authors that don't get read much, so I don't know what hope I have, but all I can do is to keep trying.
I would love to be a published author that people read, where my books get sold. That would be incredible.
I have never been a part of the popular crowd, though, and I am not a crowd-pleaser is my problem. I don't want to say and write what people want to hear. I want to say and write what I want. There is a difference.
Anyhow, it has been fun sharing my Sunday afternoon with you. I could have played EverQuest, but I chose to use my time to write this page for you. I hope somebody appreciates that someday. That would be nice, but I am not expecting or hoping for that.
I don't think that should be the goal of a writer anyhow.
One thing I have to do as a writer, if I am indeed serious, is to read more. I have been listening to a lot of audiobooks, and that is good, but reading it in your own voice is essential. It is the only way to develop your own opinions.
Some people read better than others on audiobooks. They don't always get the tonal influctuations right.
One thing I learned is that Americans should stay away from reading English literature out loud on audiobooks. They read it all in the same monotone, and their literature is not supposed to be like that. Ours is, unfortunately, haha.
Like an instruction manual is what American literature is, flat and boring.
* * * * *
Well, I guess that is enough for now....oh yeah, one last thing...when you are eating, it is all about portion control. Start slimming down your portions. You can eat whatever you want, just don't eat as much.
We die a little every time we take a s***...excuse me, defecate. Gotta use proper English, you know, though, even saying that seems ridiculous in this day and age, it really does.
Part of the reason why people laugh with George Carlin is it is because it is so unusual to see any American speak good English...and to to be funny on top of that? That is the 'wow factor'.
Even if George wasn't funny, he would still be worth listening to, because he is smart.
Anyway, so watch George on youtube for free, and thanks for reading.
Then when she was done grazing, she left all of her trash for the cafe worker to pick it all up.
I was trying to paint.
What happens when people start eating around me, is it makes me start thinking about food instead of art.
I have to smell their goddamn food, and it is distracting.
When the cow was grazing, sure enough, the guy on the computer ran out to the liquor store and bought some kind of popcorn snack, so then I had to deal with him eating, too.
People don't have any manners anymore. They could give a truck.
* * * * *
Anyway, I had two nice cups of coffee, and got a lot of painting done. I feel that I made some progress.
The day painting sessions help me to get ready for the night.
I would love to sell art during the day, but it just does not happen. Maybe it is the lighting. I know for sure it is because people don't have money, and they certainly don't have the inclination to even look at what I am doing. It is almost as if they do everything they can not to look.
If I was just reading a book, they would strain their necks to see what the title of the book was.
So, I read a book while my art was out on the table.
That did not work, either.
It is a tough crowd.
* * * * *
Some girl told me there is a store in Berkeley that still sells typewriter ribbons. That is good news, for it means they are still available.
I like to type on my manual typewriter. It is fun.
* * * * *
Anyway, there is my two cents.
I just finished watching some George Carlin from 1996, at the top of his game. In his case, it lasted until the end.
He was one of the great ones.
He wrote all of his own material, and would test it out on audiences, and fine-tune the whole batch. He had to memorize the whole act. That is hard work, and he didn't miss a beat.
You see, he was a writer, who happened to perform his own material. But the writing was king. He just happened to be damn good at performing it, too. Not everyone can do that.
I think that is what happens when you perform live. The audience helps to make the material better. You work on how they respond, and try to improve it.
Louis CK does pretty much the same thing. He's another hard-working man who deserves everything he got. He worked his ass off.
People in this country just expect everything handed to thewm from the moment they come out of the womb.
Some people actually have to work. I am one of those. I wasn't given much.
Actually, I was given a lot, though I know quite a few who still expect things handed to them. It doesn't work that way. No, sirree.
Anyhow, I don't have time to worry about that sh**. I have online games to play. My Imperial Agent on SWTOR is level 12 now, and I am looking forward to what happens next. I am kind of excited.
I don't have a chubby or anything, but just glad to be playing.
Some people don't want to much personal information, but I think it is all part of the literary tradition.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, I ate some nice chili with some broccoli in it, which was damn good.
It is good to eat something green everyday.
At least, that is what I hear.
I found out one of the things that makes you fat is bread, because they put so much salt in it. So don't eat bread.
I love bread, I really do. Sometimes I can't help myself.
But I know now not to eat so much of it.
That is the key.
Pasta is fattening, too.
Avoid eating pizza. If you do eat it, don't eat the crust. Well, I ate pizza the other day, and it was great, and I ate the crust. Maybe I eat pizza once a month now. There's people who eat it every week, and they wonder why they can't get their fat ass out of the chair.
Don't drink soda. Basically, it is sugar water. It doesn't really satisfy your thirst, either. After you drink it, you are still thirsty. Sure, it is damn good, but drink some water along with it, so your body can process it.
Coca Cola can dissolve a penny if you put one in a glass of Coke for long enough.
Just think about what Coke does to your teeth.
Nothing better than a Coke, that is for sure...but only once in a while.
There are people who drink soda every day. I don't.
I do drink Raineer Ale everyday, and that ain't too good, either, haha.
Carbonation can't be good for you.
At least I walk and ride a bike every day. That is all I am doing. Better than nothing.
I smoke like a fiend, and that is a problem. I just like to do it so much, though. I ain't gonna cry about it.
Being happy is important, and smoking makes me happy a lot of the time.
Now that I am 46, I have out-lived a lot of people who have never smoked in their life.
I kind of laugh whenever one of these health nut risk takers gets hit by a car, or falls off a cliff, or dies hang gliding, while all I am doing is smoking and playing online games.
You know why I never get bit by a shark? I don't swim in shark-infested waters is why.
High Fructose Corn Syrup. It is in all of our food. It is in there to make the food last longer. Well, it ain't good for you. I'll have to do some more research on it when I am not lazy.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_fructose_corn_syrup Okay, here it is....good reading. Wow, we have high fructose corn syrup in everything because we tax sugar imports, and the high fructose corn syrup is cheaper. I did not know that.
Anyway, I'm watching more George Carlin, this time from 1992. He's pretty good, and was a marvelous word smith.
He had a start on radio, and this gave him good vocal training.
It is not easy to have a voice on radio that people want to listen to. Not many have that ability.
So anyhow, George can say the 'F' word in a comedy show because people bought their tickets, and if they don't like it, they can leave. HBO can broadcast it, because it is a paid service. His stand-up can not be broadcast on regular television with censorship. A kid can upload it to youtube, ignoring copyright laws, and everyone can see it on youtube.
I can't say the f-word on youtube,...well, I do sometimes...and many people do...some get away with it, others don't....but I'm really not supposed to say the f-word because of youtube policy. They don't like profanity. A little bit here and there they don't seem to mind, but if you use a lot, they can give you a warning, especially if people complain a lot.
All this leaves me a little confused.
Who even gets offended by swear words anymore anyhow? Christian f***s? I mean, 'Jesus'..!
Meanwhile, people swear everywhere I go in San Francisco. Male, female, young, old...it doesn't matter. Everybody does it.
What is so offensive about swear words? Is it the profanity, or is it just bad writing, and thinking, and they don't have a good enough vocabulary to think of other words?
I always swore as a teen to impress my friends, and to score points with them to show I wasn't a pussy.
A lot of good that did me, haha.
So the offense seems to be bad thinking and writing, and using swear words as a fall-back. Well, it just goes to show that not everyone wants to be a thinker, and a writer, and they actually want to resort to 'lowest common denominator' language.
I did notice recently that the main value of my education is so that I don't have to talk like low-life scum if I don't want to, that I can adjust the way I talk. They have a hard-time adjusting to me, though, and I say, 'f*** 'em'.
Some people think I am an asshole because at times, I don't want to talk in 'American Slang' style. I find that dialect to be so stupid, I just want to run away, and I often do, and they don't know why. They take it really seriously.
Another subject I want to discuss is drugs in San Francisco. I would say that all people in San Francisco have experience with drugs, and most of them directly. The few that don't have a drug history have certainly met people on a daily basis that do have a drug history. San Francisco is definitely a city where drugs have affected everybody. I don't think it is a good thing.
I don't like to talk to pot heads. I find them boring as duck.
On my adult blog, which is set for 18 and over, I can swear as much as I want. They don't review content there, so they say.
I don't know what person in the world under the age of 18 would even think of reading one of my blogs anyhow. What would possess them to do that, what with facebook, phones, and online games?
I basically have a problem with anything that wants to edit me. I had problems in school over this.
These days, I don't know what I can or can't do on the web. I just wish I had a website that was 21 and over, where I could blog, and do whatever I want, and make money at it.
Advertisers don't like profanity and sexual content is the problem. They pull out once they find profanity or naughty pictures on your site.
Such is life, I guess.
I would love to make money on the web, but I have not figured out how, yet.
Someday I hope to, for it beats working.
I don't know who will read this, and I don't care. At the time of writing, I do it for me. I only hope that somebody will read it eventually.
There are a lot of published authors that don't get read much, so I don't know what hope I have, but all I can do is to keep trying.
I would love to be a published author that people read, where my books get sold. That would be incredible.
I have never been a part of the popular crowd, though, and I am not a crowd-pleaser is my problem. I don't want to say and write what people want to hear. I want to say and write what I want. There is a difference.
Anyhow, it has been fun sharing my Sunday afternoon with you. I could have played EverQuest, but I chose to use my time to write this page for you. I hope somebody appreciates that someday. That would be nice, but I am not expecting or hoping for that.
I don't think that should be the goal of a writer anyhow.
One thing I have to do as a writer, if I am indeed serious, is to read more. I have been listening to a lot of audiobooks, and that is good, but reading it in your own voice is essential. It is the only way to develop your own opinions.
Some people read better than others on audiobooks. They don't always get the tonal influctuations right.
One thing I learned is that Americans should stay away from reading English literature out loud on audiobooks. They read it all in the same monotone, and their literature is not supposed to be like that. Ours is, unfortunately, haha.
Like an instruction manual is what American literature is, flat and boring.
* * * * *
Well, I guess that is enough for now....oh yeah, one last thing...when you are eating, it is all about portion control. Start slimming down your portions. You can eat whatever you want, just don't eat as much.
We die a little every time we take a s***...excuse me, defecate. Gotta use proper English, you know, though, even saying that seems ridiculous in this day and age, it really does.
Part of the reason why people laugh with George Carlin is it is because it is so unusual to see any American speak good English...and to to be funny on top of that? That is the 'wow factor'.
Even if George wasn't funny, he would still be worth listening to, because he is smart.
Anyway, so watch George on youtube for free, and thanks for reading.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
It was another day at the cafe. No one looked at my art, except a couple of people in passing, which is an insult to me.
How can you look at something when you are passing by?
I guess my art wasn't good enough to grab their attention enough to stop and take a look.
I reckon it wasn't worth their time, and I know they all have such busy lives, with things to do, and places to go.
I enjoyed my two cups of coffee, and got a lot of painting done, so that is something.
Hey, I found a copy-right free digital comics website...it is fantastic.
http://digitalcomicmuseum.com/index.php
They have 'Little Nemo in Slumberland', Western, Romance, and Funny Animal Comics. Enjoy.
Meanwhile, I am bracing myself for my upcoming move.
I'm going to have to shut everything down eventually, and transfer everything into a storage unit.
It won't be fun.
Art sales haven't been too good lately, so I am ducked.
Oh well, what can I do? I can't force people to buy my art.
The cafe is actually a wonderful place to make art. There is plenty of room, and I can use two tables, and no one bats an eye, as long as I clean up after myself.
Meanwhile, I'm having a great time playing 'Star Wars: The Old Republic'. I was up until five in the morning playing my Sith Inquisitor whose name is 'Bunnybear'. She is viscious, and even sports an English accent.
You can see my SWTOR videos on youtube. They are there. Hardly anybody watches them, but that might change, but probably not. I'm not holding my breath.
'Bunnybear' finally got a red lightsaber, so I am happy about that. Also, she has a demon companion named 'Khem Val'. He is pretty fierce, but dies often.
Meanwhile, it keeps coming up that everybody's blogs are all the same. It could be true. I have a hard time reading other people's blogs. They are so boring. Plus, when their grammar and spelling are bad, it makes it even worse.
If a person doesn't bother about 'usage', and uses bad English, as a reader, I could give a crap about their writing.
I'm sure no one gives a crap about my writing...haha.
How can you look at something when you are passing by?
I guess my art wasn't good enough to grab their attention enough to stop and take a look.
I reckon it wasn't worth their time, and I know they all have such busy lives, with things to do, and places to go.
I enjoyed my two cups of coffee, and got a lot of painting done, so that is something.
Hey, I found a copy-right free digital comics website...it is fantastic.
http://digitalcomicmuseum.com/index.php
They have 'Little Nemo in Slumberland', Western, Romance, and Funny Animal Comics. Enjoy.
Meanwhile, I am bracing myself for my upcoming move.
I'm going to have to shut everything down eventually, and transfer everything into a storage unit.
It won't be fun.
Art sales haven't been too good lately, so I am ducked.
Oh well, what can I do? I can't force people to buy my art.
The cafe is actually a wonderful place to make art. There is plenty of room, and I can use two tables, and no one bats an eye, as long as I clean up after myself.
Meanwhile, I'm having a great time playing 'Star Wars: The Old Republic'. I was up until five in the morning playing my Sith Inquisitor whose name is 'Bunnybear'. She is viscious, and even sports an English accent.
You can see my SWTOR videos on youtube. They are there. Hardly anybody watches them, but that might change, but probably not. I'm not holding my breath.
'Bunnybear' finally got a red lightsaber, so I am happy about that. Also, she has a demon companion named 'Khem Val'. He is pretty fierce, but dies often.
Meanwhile, it keeps coming up that everybody's blogs are all the same. It could be true. I have a hard time reading other people's blogs. They are so boring. Plus, when their grammar and spelling are bad, it makes it even worse.
If a person doesn't bother about 'usage', and uses bad English, as a reader, I could give a crap about their writing.
I'm sure no one gives a crap about my writing...haha.
Friday, May 9, 2014
I can listen to them talk all day, because they have so much energy and spunk.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
"It was another day at the cafe," David thought to himself. "Not much happened, and as usual, everybody ignored my art."
The main event was pulling out the ramp for the wheelchair girl. The cafe girl didn't know what that large piece of metal in the corner was for. But now she knows.
"It was heavier than I thought it would be, but it was a relatively simple matter to place it on the sidewalk, hooking it onto the front step of the cafe so she could wheel herself in," David mused.
Anyway, it was a good time. David got some painting done, and now wondered why he was writing about himself in the third person, as in, "Who the fuck wants to read about me? The answer to that is 'no one' ".
"Fuck, I might as well just play 'Star Wars: The Old Republic,' and have a good time, David thought, as he concerned himself with proper punctuation.
"I don't want to confuse my readers....all two of them," David reflected.
He had created a new smuggler on the game last night named....'David Lovins'....
"Haha....might as well give myself some free advertising on the web when I make videos of this character," David joked.
He knew deep down inside that it didn't matter squat what he did. No one paid any attention to him whatsoever, as if he was incapable of doing anything good or of note in this world.
He was still getting used to typing on a computer keyboard.
"It just sucks...it doesn't have the same feel as a manual typewriter....it is hard to get the blood up typing on this plastic pice of crap....the keys are all angled wrong.....why in fuck they can't design a decent keyboard is beyond me....even those ergonomic keygboards suck ass," David carried on.
"Anyhow, I'm going to get me some xp, and stop worrying about all of this shit," David sauntered.
The main event was pulling out the ramp for the wheelchair girl. The cafe girl didn't know what that large piece of metal in the corner was for. But now she knows.
"It was heavier than I thought it would be, but it was a relatively simple matter to place it on the sidewalk, hooking it onto the front step of the cafe so she could wheel herself in," David mused.
Anyway, it was a good time. David got some painting done, and now wondered why he was writing about himself in the third person, as in, "Who the fuck wants to read about me? The answer to that is 'no one' ".
"Fuck, I might as well just play 'Star Wars: The Old Republic,' and have a good time, David thought, as he concerned himself with proper punctuation.
"I don't want to confuse my readers....all two of them," David reflected.
He had created a new smuggler on the game last night named....'David Lovins'....
"Haha....might as well give myself some free advertising on the web when I make videos of this character," David joked.
He knew deep down inside that it didn't matter squat what he did. No one paid any attention to him whatsoever, as if he was incapable of doing anything good or of note in this world.
He was still getting used to typing on a computer keyboard.
"It just sucks...it doesn't have the same feel as a manual typewriter....it is hard to get the blood up typing on this plastic pice of crap....the keys are all angled wrong.....why in fuck they can't design a decent keyboard is beyond me....even those ergonomic keygboards suck ass," David carried on.
"Anyhow, I'm going to get me some xp, and stop worrying about all of this shit," David sauntered.
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Hello, I'm listening to Philip K. Dick's 'A Scanner Darkly' on audiobook, available on youtube, as is 'Blade Runner'.
Anyway, it was another day at the cafe today.
I had to deal with three or four groups of A.A. people.
I'm not a fan of 'Alcoholics Anonymous'.
I think these people are messed up, and it has nothing to do with alcohol. It's them.
Anyhow, they don't like me much, neither, haha.
I was wearing my devil t-shirt.
Accompanied by all of my art, I create an environment counter-intuitive to what they do.
Basically, they make other people in the cafe listen to their bitching and moaning about their drinking days.
They all want to drink, too, which is the funny thing.
Near the end of my session, two women were doing their A.A. thing. Unlike the men, who are pretty strict with how to solve their drinking problem, the women talked about everything except what they were supposed to be talking about. For them, it was more about talking, and expressing themselves.
It sounded to me like both of them need to read more.
The best part of my cafe time today besides the delicious coffee, was meeting some artist dude who was telling me stories about how he sells art on the streets, and in bars.
Tattooed, he was pretty cool.
So, today was not a complete loss, and I got some painting done.
But man, listening to A.A. people sucks.
The only higher power there really is? Gravity.
Anyway, it was another day at the cafe today.
I had to deal with three or four groups of A.A. people.
I'm not a fan of 'Alcoholics Anonymous'.
I think these people are messed up, and it has nothing to do with alcohol. It's them.
Anyhow, they don't like me much, neither, haha.
I was wearing my devil t-shirt.
Accompanied by all of my art, I create an environment counter-intuitive to what they do.
Basically, they make other people in the cafe listen to their bitching and moaning about their drinking days.
They all want to drink, too, which is the funny thing.
Near the end of my session, two women were doing their A.A. thing. Unlike the men, who are pretty strict with how to solve their drinking problem, the women talked about everything except what they were supposed to be talking about. For them, it was more about talking, and expressing themselves.
It sounded to me like both of them need to read more.
The best part of my cafe time today besides the delicious coffee, was meeting some artist dude who was telling me stories about how he sells art on the streets, and in bars.
Tattooed, he was pretty cool.
So, today was not a complete loss, and I got some painting done.
But man, listening to A.A. people sucks.
The only higher power there really is? Gravity.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
It was another day of rejection at the cafe today.
It seems that no matter what art I have, or what I do, I just can't sell a single piece of art to save my life.
Coffee shop people don't buy art.
So, anyway, here is some Twin Peaks stuff...
I took this picture off of some girl's phone, and made it into a napkin art.
I ended up making three of these. I lost the second one I made.
Meanwhile...
So here is how things are going at the cafe. John Lennon, Popeye, and Charlie Chaplin have sold.
Andy Kaufman sold, and I've been asked to do a Rod Serling, and a Bill Hicks, which I am more than happy to do.
Yeah, nothing ever sells in the cafe, but a fellow bar worker said to me today that "This is your chill-out place."
True, but I'd like to make some money.
Maybe people think I'm mad, or crazy.
Anyways....
John would be 74 now if he hadn't of gotten shot, and if he would have survived himself.
It seems that no matter what art I have, or what I do, I just can't sell a single piece of art to save my life.
Coffee shop people don't buy art.
So, anyway, here is some Twin Peaks stuff...
True, but I'd like to make some money.
John would be 74 now if he hadn't of gotten shot, and if he would have survived himself.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
portable PlayStation on the table pics
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
It was another day in the cafe.
I did some writing, and drawing of comic book material before I whipped out the portable PlayStation.
I always set out my acrylic paintings on canvas, but no one is ever interested.
Except for a glance, or a rare comment, my work is ignored aws if I don't exist.
It is pretty hard to sell art when people refuse to acknowledge that your art exists.
Some human monkeys have no need of art.
Well, they do, but they don't know it yet.
Then there was this woman who situated herself across from me, so I would always be in her periphery vision while she was working on her notes and charts.
Women like to watch male monkeys in 'the zoo'.
Women like to observe men over long periods of time.
I have found this out before.
Anyway, I had my two cups of coffee.
The second one I have not finished yet.
I am trying to cut down on sugar. It is not easy because it makes the coffee taste so damn good.
I learned that sugar was originally brought to Europe across trade routes with donkeys and camels, and it was a big hit.
People love sugar.
They get addicted to it.
I am addicted to sugar, and I have to wean myself off of it as much as possible.
So, it is 2014 now. It is a different kind of a year, I feel.
Maybe something will happen.
In the meantime, it is beautiful weather out there, and I got to enjoy smoking a cigarette with coffee cup in hand, while everyone else was driving, or on their way to doing something.
People go to the pizza place a lot, for a cheap slice.
I would go there, but all I need is pizza dough in my stomach in the middle of the day.
I would drink beer in the middle of the day, too, but it slows me down, and does not help.
Otherwise, it would be great to have a beer right now.
Beer does not help my writing, or anything I do during the day.
It does at night, though, when I need to be really social in order to sell some art.
Anyway, I am going to spend some time listening to The Howard Stern Show, and uploading a video.
I will see you later, and thanks for reading.
To be honest, I don't think too many people read my writing, but what else can I do except continue to write? Maybe I will get better over time.
If I am a monkey at a computer keyboard, then so be it, because you are one, too.
I did some writing, and drawing of comic book material before I whipped out the portable PlayStation.
I always set out my acrylic paintings on canvas, but no one is ever interested.
Except for a glance, or a rare comment, my work is ignored aws if I don't exist.
It is pretty hard to sell art when people refuse to acknowledge that your art exists.
Some human monkeys have no need of art.
Well, they do, but they don't know it yet.
Then there was this woman who situated herself across from me, so I would always be in her periphery vision while she was working on her notes and charts.
Women like to watch male monkeys in 'the zoo'.
Women like to observe men over long periods of time.
I have found this out before.
Anyway, I had my two cups of coffee.
The second one I have not finished yet.
I am trying to cut down on sugar. It is not easy because it makes the coffee taste so damn good.
I learned that sugar was originally brought to Europe across trade routes with donkeys and camels, and it was a big hit.
People love sugar.
They get addicted to it.
I am addicted to sugar, and I have to wean myself off of it as much as possible.
So, it is 2014 now. It is a different kind of a year, I feel.
Maybe something will happen.
In the meantime, it is beautiful weather out there, and I got to enjoy smoking a cigarette with coffee cup in hand, while everyone else was driving, or on their way to doing something.
People go to the pizza place a lot, for a cheap slice.
I would go there, but all I need is pizza dough in my stomach in the middle of the day.
I would drink beer in the middle of the day, too, but it slows me down, and does not help.
Otherwise, it would be great to have a beer right now.
Beer does not help my writing, or anything I do during the day.
It does at night, though, when I need to be really social in order to sell some art.
Anyway, I am going to spend some time listening to The Howard Stern Show, and uploading a video.
I will see you later, and thanks for reading.
To be honest, I don't think too many people read my writing, but what else can I do except continue to write? Maybe I will get better over time.
If I am a monkey at a computer keyboard, then so be it, because you are one, too.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Musings on St. Patrick's Day, 2014
It was another day of trying to write, playing Gran Turismo, drinking coffee, smoking, and trying to draw.
It is a lot to try and do. In addition, I had my art out, trying to sell, which rarely happens in the cafe. People there don't have much money, unlike the bar.
The writing is a standard activity, I'm always going to do that when I am in a coffee shop. I try and get some comic book pages drawn up when I can, but that is not always easy, as you know, if you have ever tried. It requires a certain mood you have to be in....not to mention the laziness factor.
Anyway, I had my PlayStation One set-up, trying to win some races, and failing miserably.
To compensate for this, I was trying to win enough credits to buy another car.
I have 413,000. I need 500,000 credits to buy a top of the line race car.
'Souping it up' will be another matter.
Parts and accessories on a car like that can easily amount to another 100,000 credits down the drain.
I have fast cars, but then they spin out, so I lose the race.
Then I have stable cars that can handle curves, but they are not fast enough.
'The World of Gran Turismo' is not easy. All I'm doing is 'loot farming', or some prefer the spelling of 'L3wt Pharming'.....which gets to be too much for me.
( I don't know if it is 'souping' or 'suping', to spruce up a car. English is a bitch, even for native speakers. )
Anyway, I sold nothing. People gave me some funny looks, as if it was outside the realm of acceptable activities to have my art out for sale.
Then there is the issue of whether or not my art is even good enough to sell. I will have to address this. I think I will keep working on some of the paintings, to improve them.
Then, there is the issue of....'Well, does my PlayStation portable hamper my sales?"
Well, do I have to be making art all the time, at the moment when someone is interested in my art? Do I constantly have to be putting on a show?
It is more than I am willing to do anymore.
I am not into living up to other people's expectations of what I should or should not be doing as an artist.
People use their phones and laptops all the time, doing questionable activities.
I don't see why I can't have some fun, too.
( Uh oh, I just realized about twenty minutes ago, that it actually is St. Patrick's Day today. I don't know how this will affect the bar tonight, considering it is a Monday. They partied over the week-end...does that mean that there has to be more drinking? Probably, I would say, "Yes". )
( Sheez. )
So, will I have to take a small table tonight on the bar, on account that it will be incredibly busy?
I guess I will have to go up there and find out.
Yeah, my art sales have been sluggish, apart from selling a Mr. Spock painting to a friend for $100.
I need to sell more if I am to make it in this world.
I just heard my landlady out there with some guy, probably the building manager.
It always feels as if somebody is on my ass somehow, which is why I race on a video game. It helps get my frustrations out of my system.
It actually might help me to be even more frustrated.
I don't know yet.
I can still hear the voices of my my landlady and my manager.
It is interrupting my writing.
People have to talk all the time.
That is what humans do.
Most have to keep up the chatter.
I think that if they don't keep talking, they are afraid that their mouths might seal up.
Man, I came home just so I didn't have to hear the chatter at the cafe. It is tremendous there. People get on their phones, and they just can not shut up.
This is what life is about, I guess, and we are all monkeys that descended from the trees in search of food across 'The Grasslands' when there were too many monkeys in the trees, and not enough to eat.
Also, do I have to be online all day long? Do I have to keep producing material? Do I have to keep creating content for mass consumption? Do I have to keep producing free material for facebook and twitter?
It is getting ridiculous.
I don't know what I am going to do about it.
I guess I could keep playing video games. That will keep me out of trouble.
Women hate seeing men playing video games, though, but it is not my problem. I think it is funny, and I am amused by the activity, especially in public.
You know, typing on this computer keyboard just isn't the same for me as working on a 1947 portable Smith-Corona. It does not feel right.
I was typing at the cafe a lot, because it got my mind working in the morning, and it was physical, but now I don't even do that. I felt the noise bothered people, and it was just too much to ask of people to tolerate.
Besides, I need some more ribbon.
They still sell it, just so you know, at selected stationary stores.
Luckily, my landlady did not feel like bothering me. That is good. They were investigating the space next to mine, which was recently cleared out by some woman who left on account of her stuff being stolen. She was disappointed with the whole mess down here, from loud musicians who don't pick up after themselves, to thieves.
Anyway, I hear no voices anymore.
I need a place where I have no interruptions, but then I wonder if I would get any work done.
We can not create art in a void.
Art can only exist if there is someone to look at it; otherwise, what is the point?
Other than all this, it was a Standard Day at the cafe today, with no sales, but the coffee was good.
I guess I might as well turn on some 'Age of Conan Unchained', and get some xp.
I have not played EverQuest in days. I guess it is time to do some of that, too.
( If you want to see my EverQuest writings, well, they are on the 'Illuminaughty Consortium' guild website. I am too lazy to post the link right now, and I highly doubt anybody would click the link to go read that stuff, anyhow. )
Okay, here is the link...god, how I hate work to do stuff like this...I guess that is the difference between being a writer and a typist....my lord....so....much...work....
http://illuminaughtyc.guildportal.com/Me/541752161
Okay, there you have it...now you can pry even more into my life, if you want...which is the way of the web, and of bars.
Anyway, now I can smoke again, now that my landlady is gone....
Anyhow, the energy that I would have put into my manual typewriter is now going here, and I don't know how I feel about that.
I want this piece to be good, and readable, but is it? I don't know.
I guess I will read it over again...
Okay, so I just read over it again.
Each time I read it, I add something, so it will be more clear, and possibly make more sense. Or, it will just get convoluted, and unnecessarily complicated.
I don't know if i am writing for me, or for someone who will come along and read this later. Or maybe I will make this into a youtube video, who knows? I could read all of this with my sunglasses on, so people won't detect that I am reading.
I don't know, do I have to prove how much I suck as a writer? Do people need to know that, too?
I just don't know how I feel with so many people prying into my life for their own amusement. I would have to think that is what people do. It is in their nature.
Then, I have been watching a lot of science and astronomy videos, and really enjoying the hell out of those. I learned some things about evolution, the creation of the Earth, and of the development of human societies across the globe. It 's been rather interesting, as there are many gaps in my knowledge that must be filled. Plus, science always marches on, so it is good to get an update from time to time.
In my lifetime so far, people debated on whether or not there are black holes, and now we know there is one in the middle of our Milky Way Galaxy, which is pretty fascinating when you think about it.
One thing, I noticed, just so you know, is that I don't get as much online gaming done when I write. I have noticed this...so what is more important? I don't know.
I also don't know if it is even worth it to try and sell art in a cafe which has thus far been so unresponsive to my art and my person. It is as if they don't care if I exist or not.
Why should they care? I don't know. I know I don't care that most of them exist, because most of them are nasty and into their own worlds.
They give me nothing to respond to, so I don't know what they expect of me.
Sometimes, I see artists drawing, but mostly I don't bother them. Artists don't like to be bothered for the most part. I should know. But if I have stuff out that is obviously for sale, that is another story.
How long is this piece going to go on? I don't know. It could go on forever, I guess.
All I know is that multi-tasking means that you are going to do two things not as good.
I always think that I am going to come back and read my pieces, but then I never do, preferring to write new ones. That is just how it is.
Screw it, I might as well end it here. Who is going to bother to read all of this anyhow? Even I don't want to, out of laziness.
I was going to use the 'F' word, but decided against it.
I've been having problems about self-censorship, and don't know what to do about it.
Society has dictated that mostly I should not swear, but I see people swearing on a daily basis. It leaves me a little bit confused.
Anyways, laters.
( I was wondering if I should read this for youtube, or not. Should some things be left as text, and others not? I don't know. I can't answer that right now. )
It is a lot to try and do. In addition, I had my art out, trying to sell, which rarely happens in the cafe. People there don't have much money, unlike the bar.
The writing is a standard activity, I'm always going to do that when I am in a coffee shop. I try and get some comic book pages drawn up when I can, but that is not always easy, as you know, if you have ever tried. It requires a certain mood you have to be in....not to mention the laziness factor.
Anyway, I had my PlayStation One set-up, trying to win some races, and failing miserably.
To compensate for this, I was trying to win enough credits to buy another car.
I have 413,000. I need 500,000 credits to buy a top of the line race car.
'Souping it up' will be another matter.
Parts and accessories on a car like that can easily amount to another 100,000 credits down the drain.
I have fast cars, but then they spin out, so I lose the race.
Then I have stable cars that can handle curves, but they are not fast enough.
'The World of Gran Turismo' is not easy. All I'm doing is 'loot farming', or some prefer the spelling of 'L3wt Pharming'.....which gets to be too much for me.
( I don't know if it is 'souping' or 'suping', to spruce up a car. English is a bitch, even for native speakers. )
Anyway, I sold nothing. People gave me some funny looks, as if it was outside the realm of acceptable activities to have my art out for sale.
Then there is the issue of whether or not my art is even good enough to sell. I will have to address this. I think I will keep working on some of the paintings, to improve them.
Then, there is the issue of....'Well, does my PlayStation portable hamper my sales?"
Well, do I have to be making art all the time, at the moment when someone is interested in my art? Do I constantly have to be putting on a show?
It is more than I am willing to do anymore.
I am not into living up to other people's expectations of what I should or should not be doing as an artist.
People use their phones and laptops all the time, doing questionable activities.
I don't see why I can't have some fun, too.
( Uh oh, I just realized about twenty minutes ago, that it actually is St. Patrick's Day today. I don't know how this will affect the bar tonight, considering it is a Monday. They partied over the week-end...does that mean that there has to be more drinking? Probably, I would say, "Yes". )
( Sheez. )
So, will I have to take a small table tonight on the bar, on account that it will be incredibly busy?
I guess I will have to go up there and find out.
Yeah, my art sales have been sluggish, apart from selling a Mr. Spock painting to a friend for $100.
I need to sell more if I am to make it in this world.
I just heard my landlady out there with some guy, probably the building manager.
It always feels as if somebody is on my ass somehow, which is why I race on a video game. It helps get my frustrations out of my system.
It actually might help me to be even more frustrated.
I don't know yet.
I can still hear the voices of my my landlady and my manager.
It is interrupting my writing.
People have to talk all the time.
That is what humans do.
Most have to keep up the chatter.
I think that if they don't keep talking, they are afraid that their mouths might seal up.
Man, I came home just so I didn't have to hear the chatter at the cafe. It is tremendous there. People get on their phones, and they just can not shut up.
This is what life is about, I guess, and we are all monkeys that descended from the trees in search of food across 'The Grasslands' when there were too many monkeys in the trees, and not enough to eat.
Also, do I have to be online all day long? Do I have to keep producing material? Do I have to keep creating content for mass consumption? Do I have to keep producing free material for facebook and twitter?
It is getting ridiculous.
I don't know what I am going to do about it.
I guess I could keep playing video games. That will keep me out of trouble.
Women hate seeing men playing video games, though, but it is not my problem. I think it is funny, and I am amused by the activity, especially in public.
You know, typing on this computer keyboard just isn't the same for me as working on a 1947 portable Smith-Corona. It does not feel right.
I was typing at the cafe a lot, because it got my mind working in the morning, and it was physical, but now I don't even do that. I felt the noise bothered people, and it was just too much to ask of people to tolerate.
Besides, I need some more ribbon.
They still sell it, just so you know, at selected stationary stores.
Luckily, my landlady did not feel like bothering me. That is good. They were investigating the space next to mine, which was recently cleared out by some woman who left on account of her stuff being stolen. She was disappointed with the whole mess down here, from loud musicians who don't pick up after themselves, to thieves.
Anyway, I hear no voices anymore.
I need a place where I have no interruptions, but then I wonder if I would get any work done.
We can not create art in a void.
Art can only exist if there is someone to look at it; otherwise, what is the point?
Other than all this, it was a Standard Day at the cafe today, with no sales, but the coffee was good.
I guess I might as well turn on some 'Age of Conan Unchained', and get some xp.
I have not played EverQuest in days. I guess it is time to do some of that, too.
( If you want to see my EverQuest writings, well, they are on the 'Illuminaughty Consortium' guild website. I am too lazy to post the link right now, and I highly doubt anybody would click the link to go read that stuff, anyhow. )
Okay, here is the link...god, how I hate work to do stuff like this...I guess that is the difference between being a writer and a typist....my lord....so....much...work....
http://illuminaughtyc.guildportal.com/Me/541752161
Okay, there you have it...now you can pry even more into my life, if you want...which is the way of the web, and of bars.
Anyway, now I can smoke again, now that my landlady is gone....
Anyhow, the energy that I would have put into my manual typewriter is now going here, and I don't know how I feel about that.
I want this piece to be good, and readable, but is it? I don't know.
I guess I will read it over again...
Okay, so I just read over it again.
Each time I read it, I add something, so it will be more clear, and possibly make more sense. Or, it will just get convoluted, and unnecessarily complicated.
I don't know if i am writing for me, or for someone who will come along and read this later. Or maybe I will make this into a youtube video, who knows? I could read all of this with my sunglasses on, so people won't detect that I am reading.
I don't know, do I have to prove how much I suck as a writer? Do people need to know that, too?
I just don't know how I feel with so many people prying into my life for their own amusement. I would have to think that is what people do. It is in their nature.
Then, I have been watching a lot of science and astronomy videos, and really enjoying the hell out of those. I learned some things about evolution, the creation of the Earth, and of the development of human societies across the globe. It 's been rather interesting, as there are many gaps in my knowledge that must be filled. Plus, science always marches on, so it is good to get an update from time to time.
In my lifetime so far, people debated on whether or not there are black holes, and now we know there is one in the middle of our Milky Way Galaxy, which is pretty fascinating when you think about it.
One thing, I noticed, just so you know, is that I don't get as much online gaming done when I write. I have noticed this...so what is more important? I don't know.
I also don't know if it is even worth it to try and sell art in a cafe which has thus far been so unresponsive to my art and my person. It is as if they don't care if I exist or not.
Why should they care? I don't know. I know I don't care that most of them exist, because most of them are nasty and into their own worlds.
They give me nothing to respond to, so I don't know what they expect of me.
Sometimes, I see artists drawing, but mostly I don't bother them. Artists don't like to be bothered for the most part. I should know. But if I have stuff out that is obviously for sale, that is another story.
How long is this piece going to go on? I don't know. It could go on forever, I guess.
All I know is that multi-tasking means that you are going to do two things not as good.
I always think that I am going to come back and read my pieces, but then I never do, preferring to write new ones. That is just how it is.
Screw it, I might as well end it here. Who is going to bother to read all of this anyhow? Even I don't want to, out of laziness.
I was going to use the 'F' word, but decided against it.
I've been having problems about self-censorship, and don't know what to do about it.
Society has dictated that mostly I should not swear, but I see people swearing on a daily basis. It leaves me a little bit confused.
Anyways, laters.
( I was wondering if I should read this for youtube, or not. Should some things be left as text, and others not? I don't know. I can't answer that right now. )
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Cafe Technology
Most people bring in a laptop to the cafe now.
Others bring in tablets, by which they can read text.
One woman actually brought in an actual book today, made of paper, which is actually better for your eyes to read, just so you know.
Anyway, always in search of doing something different, I bring in a portable PlayStation 1 from 14 years ago. It still works like a dream.
Most people don't even know what it is.
Then, I bring in a Kindle Fire, to watch videos on. It works for me.
I still have about fifty or sixty PS1 games to play and enjoy. These games are still as fun as anything else.
Working a lot, I never had much time to play the games, but now I do.
Sometimes I wonder about people who are on their phones all day long, just to read stupid stuff that people write on facebook.
I peek at their monitors when I can.....yup, it is facebook.
When I leave the house, facebook is the last thing I want to look at.
Others bring in tablets, by which they can read text.
One woman actually brought in an actual book today, made of paper, which is actually better for your eyes to read, just so you know.
Anyway, always in search of doing something different, I bring in a portable PlayStation 1 from 14 years ago. It still works like a dream.
Most people don't even know what it is.
Then, I bring in a Kindle Fire, to watch videos on. It works for me.
Working a lot, I never had much time to play the games, but now I do.
I peek at their monitors when I can.....yup, it is facebook.
When I leave the house, facebook is the last thing I want to look at.
Friday, March 7, 2014
I have not been working on my blogs much, at least my personal ones. Instead, I have been writing on my guild blog from EverQuest.
The guild I am in is called, 'Illuminaughty Consortium'.
Across all the guilds I have ever been in, this seems to be my favorite one that I have ever participated in.
While I write this, just so you know, I am listening to an H.P. Lovecraft audiobook.
I like listening to audiobooks.
I seem too distracted to actually read much anymore.
The only time I crack open a book these days is when I bring with me when I know I have to stand in line somewhere, or if I know I have to go somewhere and wait.
Usually, the book I bring with me is original Robert E.Howard stories, who wrote 'Conan The Barbarian'.
I actually enjoy his writing. I think he is pretty good.
Did you know he was not published for forty years? Other authors took over his Conan character, but all I want to read is his original material, as written, and not sullied by others.
Anyway, to continue, I've been thinking a lot about 'Text World' a lot lately. At least that is what I call it.
This world involves a state of mind where words are used to describe everything. No pictures at all, no television monitors, or movie screens. Just words.
One would be fascinated with words if one could realize that words are enough to fill your imagination.
What happens is the movie screen inside of your mind gets activated.
Did you know you have a movie screen inside your mind? You do. You use it to dream every night.
Anyhow, so I am in this guild, and I write blogs for them, at the expense of not writing on my personal blogs, such as this.
I took a break.
Anyhow, I was in the cafe today. I had with me my portable PlayStation One, which still works as good as the day I bought it.
I played Caesar's Palace 2000, and Gran Turismo. I had a blast.
I also had my Kindle Fire operating, with Flash Gordon from the 30's on. I like Buster Crabbe in that role. The guy who plays Ming The Merciless is actually fantastic.
So, I had a good day today, going through two cups of coffee.
I was in the back section of the cafe, and I just chilled out with my coffee, and two monitors.
I have been working on set-ups for mobility which feature electronic equipment and my art.
I practice in the cafe what I do at night in the bar.
Unfortunately, no one buys my art in the cafe. I hope to change that someday, if I could ever get someone to look at my work.
Cafe people are kind of closed off, whereas the bar people are more relaxed and open-minded. They are not in work mode.
For me, however, art happens twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Once you lose your art mojo, it is hard to get back. That is why it is good to stay on a roll with it. If you don't do it, no one else will, and that is the t5ruth.
Most people don't care about anything besides themselves, so you got to work hard to get anybody's attention. To get them to buy your work is another story.
I was typing a lot with my manual typewriter, but it seems I have come to the point where I need a new ribbon. If I can make it to the stationary store in time before 5:30 p.m., I would buy one. I will when I am in town during the day.
Now, I do have a reader of my typewritten works. I give my writings for her to read two or three days a week. She reads them over breakfast, haha, and brings them back when she can. It is fun to have someone to read your work. Give it a try, it is fun.
I figure I have nothing to lose at this point, so I might as well let someone into my personal life.
I have nothing to hide.
I miss typing on ,my manual typewriter. This computer keyboard just doesn't have the same feel. It does not feel right to me, somehow. It has no bounce, and no give. It is not the same. It does not have the same sound.
Instead, I have to hear this 'fingers hitting plastic sound'....sigh and ugh.
People make a big to-do about having their portable devices at the cafe. I have internet at home, so for me, bringing a sketchbook, a book, and some pens is good enough.
However, of late, I've been going hog wild, bringing in my portable technology, just to be a show-off. It is fun, and I might as well have a good time.
Wow, I could be playing EverQuest right now. Instead I am blogging. Oh well. What difference does it make? I don't know.
I am just trying to find a rhythm on this damn keyboard.
If you type a lot, it is good to create the right angle and height for your keyboard.
I keep moving my keyboard around, and it never feels right.
My left hand is not liking this keyboard much. I feel a little strain after a while. It is not comfortable.
Man, typing on keyboards sucks.
Anyhow, Stoner James made an appearance again today, sporting his dark sunglasses. He is always up to no good, though a lot of people like him.
I don't seem to like the people much that he hangs out with.
Also, he does not seem to have much money to buy coffee with.
So, I could have been playing EverQuest during the whole writing of this, and gotten xp. Instead, today I have chosen to grace you with the words I have available today at my disposal. I hope you appreciate my efforts, if I may be so candid.
In addition to being an artist, I wanted to write, and, the only way to get good at writing is to actually write, you know. It does not happen by itself, you have to make it happen. Otherwise, what is the point?
You should only write if you enjoy doing it, because, just so you know, it is very hard to make money with writing, even if you are very talented.
I don't consider myself talented at writing. I just consider myself 'passable'. I know enough to get by and express myself.
I don't read nearly as much as I should, but sometimes reading just puts me to sleep.
There is a trick where you use a white sheet of paper that you move down as you read, and that makes your eyes less tired. It works because it blocks out all the words below the line you are reading, so your eyes can focus more easily on one line at a time.
Speed-readers use their hand to block out the underlying text. That works, too, but the white paper also reflects back some light, and that is helpful.
They always told us growing up that when reading, you should have a light source coming from over and behind your shoulders. Direct light was always considered to be bad.
Now people look into monitors all day, and yes, their eyes go bad faster.
Remember, always take a five or ten minute break for every hour you are on the computer. It will save your eyes, delaying your need for glasses.
I play online games. I know I needed a rest, and I am laying down, and my eyes are going batty with images from the computer. It takes a while to settle down and reset. That is what I have learned. I hope it is helpful.
Yes, I am still trying to find my rhythm on this keyboard.
There has to be something on the market somewhere that emulates typing more.
They have these ergonomic keyboards, but I try them, and I haven't really found what I am looking for.
My current keyboard is pretty good. It can take hard taps, which I like. When I write, I like it to be hard and solid in the actual, real world.
Maybe over time, I can get used to typing this way.
They won't sell typewriter ribbons forever. Eventually, they will stop making them.
Most people are surprised that you can still buy them.
Anyway, I might go into work early to try and sell some art, so thanks for reading.
I like this idea of Instant Publishing. It is fun, and easy.
The hard part is finding readers on the web.
I don't advertise, preferring people to find it on their own.
That is how I like it.
That is what I do on youtube, and it works just fine.
I know as a consumer that I don't like having things shoved in my face. I would rather discover things on my own.
I don't read other people's blogs.
Most of them, I have found, are pretty bad.
I'm not saying mine are better, but I am saying that if you do read my material, do so at your own risk....haha.
Thanks for reading, laters.
The guild I am in is called, 'Illuminaughty Consortium'.
Across all the guilds I have ever been in, this seems to be my favorite one that I have ever participated in.
While I write this, just so you know, I am listening to an H.P. Lovecraft audiobook.
I like listening to audiobooks.
I seem too distracted to actually read much anymore.
The only time I crack open a book these days is when I bring with me when I know I have to stand in line somewhere, or if I know I have to go somewhere and wait.
Usually, the book I bring with me is original Robert E.Howard stories, who wrote 'Conan The Barbarian'.
I actually enjoy his writing. I think he is pretty good.
Did you know he was not published for forty years? Other authors took over his Conan character, but all I want to read is his original material, as written, and not sullied by others.
Anyway, to continue, I've been thinking a lot about 'Text World' a lot lately. At least that is what I call it.
This world involves a state of mind where words are used to describe everything. No pictures at all, no television monitors, or movie screens. Just words.
One would be fascinated with words if one could realize that words are enough to fill your imagination.
What happens is the movie screen inside of your mind gets activated.
Did you know you have a movie screen inside your mind? You do. You use it to dream every night.
Anyhow, so I am in this guild, and I write blogs for them, at the expense of not writing on my personal blogs, such as this.
I took a break.
Anyhow, I was in the cafe today. I had with me my portable PlayStation One, which still works as good as the day I bought it.
I played Caesar's Palace 2000, and Gran Turismo. I had a blast.
I also had my Kindle Fire operating, with Flash Gordon from the 30's on. I like Buster Crabbe in that role. The guy who plays Ming The Merciless is actually fantastic.
So, I had a good day today, going through two cups of coffee.
I was in the back section of the cafe, and I just chilled out with my coffee, and two monitors.
I have been working on set-ups for mobility which feature electronic equipment and my art.
I practice in the cafe what I do at night in the bar.
Unfortunately, no one buys my art in the cafe. I hope to change that someday, if I could ever get someone to look at my work.
Cafe people are kind of closed off, whereas the bar people are more relaxed and open-minded. They are not in work mode.
For me, however, art happens twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Once you lose your art mojo, it is hard to get back. That is why it is good to stay on a roll with it. If you don't do it, no one else will, and that is the t5ruth.
Most people don't care about anything besides themselves, so you got to work hard to get anybody's attention. To get them to buy your work is another story.
I was typing a lot with my manual typewriter, but it seems I have come to the point where I need a new ribbon. If I can make it to the stationary store in time before 5:30 p.m., I would buy one. I will when I am in town during the day.
Now, I do have a reader of my typewritten works. I give my writings for her to read two or three days a week. She reads them over breakfast, haha, and brings them back when she can. It is fun to have someone to read your work. Give it a try, it is fun.
I figure I have nothing to lose at this point, so I might as well let someone into my personal life.
I have nothing to hide.
I miss typing on ,my manual typewriter. This computer keyboard just doesn't have the same feel. It does not feel right to me, somehow. It has no bounce, and no give. It is not the same. It does not have the same sound.
Instead, I have to hear this 'fingers hitting plastic sound'....sigh and ugh.
People make a big to-do about having their portable devices at the cafe. I have internet at home, so for me, bringing a sketchbook, a book, and some pens is good enough.
However, of late, I've been going hog wild, bringing in my portable technology, just to be a show-off. It is fun, and I might as well have a good time.
Wow, I could be playing EverQuest right now. Instead I am blogging. Oh well. What difference does it make? I don't know.
I am just trying to find a rhythm on this damn keyboard.
If you type a lot, it is good to create the right angle and height for your keyboard.
I keep moving my keyboard around, and it never feels right.
My left hand is not liking this keyboard much. I feel a little strain after a while. It is not comfortable.
Man, typing on keyboards sucks.
Anyhow, Stoner James made an appearance again today, sporting his dark sunglasses. He is always up to no good, though a lot of people like him.
I don't seem to like the people much that he hangs out with.
Also, he does not seem to have much money to buy coffee with.
So, I could have been playing EverQuest during the whole writing of this, and gotten xp. Instead, today I have chosen to grace you with the words I have available today at my disposal. I hope you appreciate my efforts, if I may be so candid.
In addition to being an artist, I wanted to write, and, the only way to get good at writing is to actually write, you know. It does not happen by itself, you have to make it happen. Otherwise, what is the point?
You should only write if you enjoy doing it, because, just so you know, it is very hard to make money with writing, even if you are very talented.
I don't consider myself talented at writing. I just consider myself 'passable'. I know enough to get by and express myself.
I don't read nearly as much as I should, but sometimes reading just puts me to sleep.
There is a trick where you use a white sheet of paper that you move down as you read, and that makes your eyes less tired. It works because it blocks out all the words below the line you are reading, so your eyes can focus more easily on one line at a time.
Speed-readers use their hand to block out the underlying text. That works, too, but the white paper also reflects back some light, and that is helpful.
They always told us growing up that when reading, you should have a light source coming from over and behind your shoulders. Direct light was always considered to be bad.
Now people look into monitors all day, and yes, their eyes go bad faster.
Remember, always take a five or ten minute break for every hour you are on the computer. It will save your eyes, delaying your need for glasses.
I play online games. I know I needed a rest, and I am laying down, and my eyes are going batty with images from the computer. It takes a while to settle down and reset. That is what I have learned. I hope it is helpful.
Yes, I am still trying to find my rhythm on this keyboard.
There has to be something on the market somewhere that emulates typing more.
They have these ergonomic keyboards, but I try them, and I haven't really found what I am looking for.
My current keyboard is pretty good. It can take hard taps, which I like. When I write, I like it to be hard and solid in the actual, real world.
Maybe over time, I can get used to typing this way.
They won't sell typewriter ribbons forever. Eventually, they will stop making them.
Most people are surprised that you can still buy them.
Anyway, I might go into work early to try and sell some art, so thanks for reading.
I like this idea of Instant Publishing. It is fun, and easy.
The hard part is finding readers on the web.
I don't advertise, preferring people to find it on their own.
That is how I like it.
That is what I do on youtube, and it works just fine.
I know as a consumer that I don't like having things shoved in my face. I would rather discover things on my own.
I don't read other people's blogs.
Most of them, I have found, are pretty bad.
I'm not saying mine are better, but I am saying that if you do read my material, do so at your own risk....haha.
Thanks for reading, laters.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
It is hard to break these people.
While I have been somewhat successful in selling art in the bar at night, it has been impossible to sell art in the cafe I go to during the day.
They just don't care.
Obsessed with their laptops and portable devices, they have no time or interest in art.
I don't blame them. Obviously, they are busy people, and can't be bothered.
It might be me, too. I'm not like them.
Here is my technology: A 1947 Smith-Corona typewriter, a portable Playstation One, and a Kindle Fire.
The typewriter gets my blood going in the mornings, because I use both hands to type. When I write, it is a one-handed affair, similar to another favorite activity of mine.
The Playstation One is still fun. With over fifty games in my collection, I still have games I have not played yet.
The Kindle Fire was a gift. A bartender bought an upgraded version, so he gave me his old one. It works great, and I can watch videos anywhere I go that has free internet. It is lightweight and easy to carry, which makes it nice.
So, the cafe costs me $4 a day. Pretty pricey each month when I am not selling art to pay for it.
Alcoholics buy way more art than caffeinated people, that is for sure.
Why do you think they serve wine at art openings?
While I have been somewhat successful in selling art in the bar at night, it has been impossible to sell art in the cafe I go to during the day.
They just don't care.
Obsessed with their laptops and portable devices, they have no time or interest in art.
I don't blame them. Obviously, they are busy people, and can't be bothered.
It might be me, too. I'm not like them.
The typewriter gets my blood going in the mornings, because I use both hands to type. When I write, it is a one-handed affair, similar to another favorite activity of mine.
The Playstation One is still fun. With over fifty games in my collection, I still have games I have not played yet.
The Kindle Fire was a gift. A bartender bought an upgraded version, so he gave me his old one. It works great, and I can watch videos anywhere I go that has free internet. It is lightweight and easy to carry, which makes it nice.
So, the cafe costs me $4 a day. Pretty pricey each month when I am not selling art to pay for it.
Alcoholics buy way more art than caffeinated people, that is for sure.
Why do you think they serve wine at art openings?
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