The Aftermath

     Well, suffice it to say, I got a little drunk last night, and I got sick.
     Luckily, I threw up outside.
     Throwing up inside a bar is not good.
     It was not the best birthday I've ever had.
     It was a pretty normal day.
     I haven't even begun to have a birthday yet.
     To think, the highlight of my birthday was shaving off my beard.
     Thank god that thing is gone. 
     I was getting pretty sick of that beard.
     I'm pretty sick of avast! antivirus.
     Every day, I have to see their pop-ups.
     I am glad that avast! works pretty good, but it is so annoying to the user.
     Why in fuck do I have to be aware of avast! every goddamn day?
     Why can't it just work without me having to know it is working two times a day?
     Anyway, I'm in recovery mode from my drinking last night.
    
     I had better publish this entry before something goes wrong and I lose it all.

Happy Birthday to me

     I don't really have much of anything planned.
     I don't have any plans to see the new Muppet movie, made by Disney.  It just seems all so wrong to me, to see the Disney logo next to the Muppets logo. 
     It kind of makes my stomach turn.

     I keep reading Doonesbury, and I kind of think it sucks.  I want to like it, but I just can't.
     Howard and Robin don't think much of it, either.

     Garfield sucks, too.

     Reprints of old Peanuts cartoons is the best thing in the funnies these days.  The rest is a waste of ink.

     The girl in the lime-green shirt who is cute, is talking, so it is hard for me to think and write.  She is in monologue mode, and the swell guy friend is forced into 'listening mode' because she is a cute girl.
     It's what a guy has to do in order to be 'supportive' of what she wants to talk about.
     I noticed his fake laugh, and his feigned interest.
     He is currently looking at his phone while she talks.

     Okay, I need money from the atm, and I was wondering if I need more coffee.

     It doesn't look like I will get much work done here.

     That is sad.

A Normal Sunday

     I just lost my previous blog entry.  Ooops.  It is impossible to recreate.  I lost my connection to the internet when I closed the cover of my laptop.  My bad.
     Some lady was standing over my shoulder, and it made me uncomfortable, so I closed my laptop and walked outside.
     It's all her fault, just because she had to read the photographer's statement for his photography show.
     I overreacted, saying, 'Go Ahead.'
     "I can read it from here," she said.
     I suspected she was also just being nosy about things besides just reading the statement on the wall.

     The lady to the left of me with a laptop is flossing her teeth.  She also has a phone.  An older lady, she looks a little run-down as she chews on her gum.
     She seems like a sketchy kind of lady.

     Anyway, I talked to friend outside.
     We talked about Death Metal Hip Hop, Babylon 5, Harry Potter, The Muppets, Science Fiction, George Harrison, pop culture, t.v. shows.
     It was fun.
     We talk about all kinds of things as we drink coffee and smoke out there.

     Meanwhile a va-va-voom cutie with a laptop and breasts just sat down to the right.  She is very cute.  She is blond and is in her exercise outfit.  Lime-green top, no sleeves.  Her shirt accommodates cleavage.
     She just asked me what the password for the internet was.
     I told her.
     She has a nice voice.
     She is a nice girl.
     Very attractive.
     Very yummy.
     She's just doing her own thing, so I won't bother her, like some guys do.  I don't feel it is my place to bother people, even if they are cute girls.

     So, it is sad I lost my previous blog entry.  It happens.  I don't know if the entry was any good anyhow, just the same old stuff I always write about.
     It is painful when work is lost, though.

     U.S. troops ruined the ancient Babylon archeology site with all their tanks and machines.  Sadam Hussein also did stuff to disregard the site.  It's on wikipedia under Babylon if you want to read about it.

     Let's see, I woke up late, had a hard time getting out of the house, and now I am here.  It's a life.
     The coffee is good, and I like to be around people at least once a day.

     Yup, it is my birthday.  Mostly, it is just a normal day.
     I was thinking about going out last night, but I never got it together enough to do that.

     I still haven't gotten around to shaving yet.  I'm going to have to do that today.  I'm sick of my beard.

     Now the cute girl is being talked to by her guy friend.  How cute.

     I guess the main thing I think about is how I need a job.  I wonder how that is all going to work out.

     Wow the girl in the lime green shirt and black tight pants has some booty on her.  She is real fleshy in a real good way.  I like it.

     George Harrison.

     I guess I had better save this article before I lose this one, too.

     That is a pretty good picture of George, how it really is him, addressing the viewer with his savior-jesus look.  It's a cool picture.  I like it.  I am glad I found this one, and can now share it with you.
     I like George.     

Just Sitting Here

     I am just sitting here with my friend.  We both have our laptops, looking up stuff, and doing stuff.  It is fun.  I usually like to sit alone, so I can think, but with him, it is okay.  We both have our own things going on.
     I just read about Lilian Gish.  I did not know until just now that the Smashing Pumpkins album 'Gish' ( 1991 ) was named after her.
     Wow, the amazing things you can discover on wikipedia.
     I did become a member, but I have not contributed my first edit yet.  There are a lot of mistakes on wikipedia, so I wouldn't mind contributing.
     I am a fan of wikipedia.
     Anyway, my friend bought me a coffee.  That was nice of him.
     He just showed me a bunch of photos from a party he was at last night which was on an airplane carrier.
     I like planes.

* * *
     Anyway, I am completely late today, I'm behind schedule, and everything is moving along sluggishly.  There are things I should have done hours and days ago. 
     Happens.

* * *
     Alfred Hitchcock.

    

The Last Day of Age 43

     Good morning, but it is really afternoon.  It is a late start for me today.  I needed some rest.  I got a little tipsy last night.
     I also made ten bucks drawing a couple of pictures.  That was cool.  I made a couple of people happy, and they gave me some money.
     I need to make more, though.
     Anyway, it was great watching some Chaplin films that I had never seen before.
     I watched 'A Dog's Life' ( 1918 ) and some film in a WWI trench, I forget what it is called.  I suppose I could look it up.
     I couldn't find it.
     'Shoulder Arms' ( 1918 ).  There you go.

     I am so happy that there is so much Charlie stuff on youtube.  It is great.  There are still so many films of his that I have not seen.  I'm looking forward to watching it all.
     The films are good, too.  That's the surprising thing  They are very watchable.
     Ya gotta love Charlie.
     He was quite prolific with the ladies, too.
     Charlie really liked to fuck, apparently, and he was responsible for the birth of many children, lol.
     Anyway, I'm here at the coffee shop, and it is a late start for me today, but it was a good time last night.

     I love Charlie and all his work.  He is great.  His talent is limitless.  He worked his ass off and got all the rewards that life had to offer.
     He also had his share of problems, too.
     I don't feel like talking about that right now.

     I did see 'Chaplin' in the theaters when it came out, with Robert Downey, Jr. who did a fine and excellent job.
     The worst part of that movie was seeing Dan Akroyd as a film producer.  I could not shake off that Dan was now overweight, and I half expected him to start dancing like a Blues Brother.  He didn't belong in that film because of his fame in other roles.  It threw off the believability that the scene was supposed to be happening in 1915 or so.  All of a sudden I had to think about Dan Akroyd.  Wh-wh-what?

     Anyway, the silent film theater in L.A. got robbed, and the owner shot.  I used to go there and watch films with a live organist.  After that happened, I really wanted to leave L.A.
     The man that was shot was doing a lot of work with the preservation of old films.  They disintegrate over time. 
     He knew how to treat and preserve them.

     Thank god for computers and dvds to preserve our film legacy.
     All those old films can now be enjoyed with a new world-wide audience on youtube, and that is a beautiful thing.
     I used to try and find Chaplin's old films on video tape, but I couldn't find them anywhere.
     So now I am very fortunate that they are on youtube.

     I still have to watch 'A Birth of a Nation' ( 1915 ).  I still haven't seen that.
     Well, I started watching it on youtube, but the movie had Beethovens's 5th for the music, and that didn't seem to work.  I would like to watch the film with the original score.
     Anyway, it is 'tough watching'.
     I don't think I can make it through.
     Someday I will have to if I want to be a good film student.
     Wow, I did not know Lilian Gish was in it.
     The film made a lot of money during it's release, and was very controversial.
     There is a wikipedia article on it, so you can read all about it now.
     I did not know the movie was based on a book and play called 'The Clansman'.  The author was made rich by the film adaptation.  That is nice.  I'm always happy to see when authors are paid for their work.

     Anyway, it is a nice day, and this is my last day at age 43.  Is that how old I am?
     Tomorrow, I will be 44.  Ouch and Eeeek.

* * *

     My brothers don't seem to like using Standard English in their notes to me.  All of them have been to college.  They don't seem to like to use the shift key for capitalization, and their underwhelming use of punctuation is alarming.
     God gave us a language, you might as well use it.

* * *
     Anyway, I'm doing all this research on films, because I am trying to figure out how it all works.  As I make more and more videos, it seems pointless to make them unless they are good, and unless they are something that people want to watch.
     Some of my videos are so bad that even I can't watch them.
     I rarely take down a video once it has been put up.  It's not in my nature to do so.  I don't like to do that. 
     Often I will watch one of my videos, and I just won't take it down.  Usually there is something to it that I see, which reminds me of the reason why I made it in the first place.
     It would be nice to make money off of my videos.  I have to produce a lot, though, and they have to be good, and they have to be watched...a lot.
     That is no easy task.
     I have nothing to lose, though.
     I like that I just have the most basic of cameras for photography and video.  There is so much I can do with it, that it is amazing.  There is no need to upgrade to some bulky thing which will only prove cumbersome to me.

* * *
     What a life I've lead.  I have so much farther to go, too.
     In a way, my life really hasn't even started.
     I'm still trying to find success.

     Oh yeah, one other thing...I just love how a blog is endless.  I can write as much as I want.  This will prove useful for comic book material, too.
     It is possible to write an entire book on a blog.  That is fantastic.  It really opens up the doors to what is possible.
     Who knows?  Maybe I will build up an audience for this blog.  You never know what can happen.
     I don't always provide good research, though, and my writing is always in need of improvement.
     However, maybe some people will like it over time, you never know what people will like in this world.

* * *

     I started out my art career with the intention of making comic books.  I thought I would grow up to be a comic book artist. 
     All you needed was a piece of paper and a pencil for that.
     We spent a lot of time reading comics growing up, and we tried to figure out how they were made, and the processes involved.
     Most of the time we read Marvel comics.  We thought they were the best.
     We also read the daily strips in newspapers, but those always seemed limited with just having three or four panels.
     I wanted something more.
     To date, I still have not become a professional comic book artist.  It's a lot of work and commitment, and I don't feel like writing and drawing about characters that I didn't make up.  I have no feeling for them.  I've never been to New York, I don't know how it is there, I don't know how superheroes would really function in that environment, it all just doesn't make sense to me that The Fantastic Four would have some big building there, and that there would often be superhero street fights going on.
     I mean, who cares?
     I can't even get past what is fact and what is fiction anymore. 
     It is all blurred together for me now.

     Here I am sitting in the cafe in the middle of the afternoon, and I could be doing so many things, like painting.
     God knows I have plenty to do in my studio.  There is an endless array of tasks and chores to perform, and I had better get on it.
     I also have videos to make.  I am behind schedule, but I guess my fans will have to wait.

* * *

Sealab 2021

Invader Zim - Nickelodean

Archer


     I have a lot of catching up to do on Adult Swim.

* * *
     
     Well, it is a beautiful day.  Lots of pretty ladies strolling around on a Saturday afternoon.  I wish I could take photographs of them all.
     It is much easier to take pictures of their backside than it is the frontside, that is the problem.
     Many moments have been lost in time because I can't take a picture of a girl when she is looking right at me.
     Even if they agree to be photographed, the whole moment is gone, because then the picture is posed, and that is no good.
     I like to take pictures when the person is natural, and themselves.
     Not always easy to do.

It's amazing, but this blog is starting to get hits in Russia

     I know they are probably just automated bots, but I don't care.  Hits of any kind make me feel good.
     It is possible that this blog might get translated and then published.  That would be cool, as long as I get a hit out of it, what do I care?
     It is nice to see when something happens with your work, even though it is just a millimeter forward.
     I've been doing all this stuff with my artwork and writing for a long time.
     I'm trying to make something happen for myself.
     I don't know of anybody who really thinks poverty is all that fun.

     It's kind of an odd thought to think of homeless people obsessed with money all day long.  It seems to be all they talk about all day.  They can never let go of it in their minds.  They think more about money than most people.  They can never let go of it.
     They think in terms of nickels and dimes, though, and that doesn't seem to get them far.

     Anyhow, time to go outside to sip on my coffee and smoke.

     Also, hello to my Russian friends, who of course, might be automated bots.  From my end here, it looks like I've gotten 53 hits from Russia.  That is a big deal for me, seeing as how this is a new blog.
     If it is later confirmed that Russian people are actually reading this blog, I'll start writing about vodka and sex.

The First Day of December

     I don't know if this blog will ever be popular, and I don't know if it is the intent.  I mean who cares what I think sitting at a cafe in San Francisco, in The Mission District? 
     Nobody.
     Regardless, I have to write.  Otherwise, I can't hear myself think.
     I had a hard time getting started this morning.
     My only mission was to get the hell out of my art studio, and to the cafe.
     There isn't a lot of air in my studio, and no windows, so it is good to not be there all day long.
     There is this thing called 'Studio Death' that I discovered long ago in my art studios in L.A.    Basically hat happens is things get really still, and you wonder why you are even trying to make art at all, and for whom.
     Things kind of get meaningless.
     But I could sit at my typewriter for hours and jam out.

     I sure did waste a lot of time washing dishes.  I don't know what the fun of that was. 
     I got to be around people, that was something.  I actually liked that at times.  Also, there was no shortage of babes around.

     Anyhow, here I am in the cafe.

     I have some business to take care of today.  I have to make a phone call or two.

     So, I need a job.  I don't know what I can do for anybody else.  I seem to do fine for myself.  I like working for myself.  I can go all day, because I believe in what I am doing.  It is better than working for somebody else.  What I do is get my own stuff out there, with my name on it.
     Mostly, I call working at a job, 'working on somebody else's art project'.
     The problem is, "Where is the paycheck?"
     My answer for that right now is, "I don't know".

     A baby was just crying in here.  It's amazing how adults will tolerate a baby crying, but only for so long.

     Maggie from 'The Simpsons' doesn't cry all that much, except with a tear if somebody takes her pacifier.

     I watched a whole disc of Simpsons episodes last night from season 5.  They are some pretty good episodes.  I was enjoying them immensely.  Just the amount of work that goes into those shows is amazing.  Everything is hand drawn.  That is sick. 

     I'm lucky to draw up a single page of comics these days.

     All I want to do is a Simpsons parody but use my own family.  I'd like to see that.  My family would not like that much.  I don't know what good it would do to do that cartoon, except to make me laugh.  It would be great to get everybody to do their own voices.  Of course, the parents and my brother Dan would have to be done by somebody else, since they are dead.

     'Sesame, egg and cheese,...sesame', the coffee lady said to the cafe.  Someone's bagel was done.
     It's nice to get people's actual words.
     How we say and use words define us.

     It talk to these kids on 'Clone Wars Adventures' in the chat box, and that can be a chore at times.  Sometimes I get annoyed, but sometimes it is nice to have people to talk to.

     What I really want to talk about is I got onto 'Free Realms' last night, and all I did was hang out in the swamp.  I found this quest from this npc kid named 'Martin', and all I did was search around the swamp for items.  I had to look for three different items.  I had to find five of each, and for the flowers by the gravestones, I had to find ten.
     It was fun, and kind of a pain to go looking around, but I completed my quests, and returned the plants to some dude to complete the quest.
     Free Realms is a great game for just doing stupid quests like that where it isn't too easy or too difficult.  There is actually hope you can do them, unlike some other games where it can seem pretty impossible without three other people helping you.
     I had a good time.
     It's too bad I can't play Free Realms or Clone Wars on this laptop at the cafe.  The internet is a little too slow, and this laptop doesn't have the graphics capability required. 
     It is just as well, since I would never get my writing done.
 
     I often think about how it can take more time to write a good blog entry then to make an entire video.  I've already spent a half hour on this one.

     I like the look of a long blog entry on my blog page.  It looks good.  It doesn't even seem to matter what I write about, as long as tons of words are there to show that I can produce a lot of words.

     I don't think I have what it takes to be a professional writer.  I don't seem to do the professional kinds of things that writers do, like making something interesting to read, for example.  My technique is to just write whatever comes to my mind and let it all go to hell if that is where it is intended to go.
     The work of writing involves reading it over, making changes, and to try and make it suitable for people to read.

     I like to read when authors just go into their own lives and get personal every once in a while.
     I like Charles Bukowski, Henry Miller, William S. Burroughs, and others who really get into the personal things of their lives.  It makes it fun for me.

     I suppose the New York literary establishment still doesn't think much of Bukowski because he is somewhat 'lowbrow'.  Yet, his novels are very accessible and funny.
     The people at The New Yorker don't know everything.  Hardly anyone there has ever read Stephen King, and he's arguably 'America's Greatest Author'.  He certainly knows how to write, and he writes stuff people like to read, which is better than some stuffy book that no one cares about.

     So, my brain wasn't working too well between 7 and 9 a.m. this morning.  I was running on low power.
     Computers are so good for metaphors these days.  People know what you are talking about when you say that your power supply was low and you needed a recharge.  They understand 'sleep mode'.  Any other number of things that I would say right now if I could remember anything else that might apply.  Maybe it will come to me later.

     It must be embarrassing for anybody who knows me to read my work, especially if it isn't up to par.

     I haven't been exactly wowing the art world lately, that is for sure.  I'm going to have to do something about that.

     I know how to get tons of hits on youtube, which is just film myself painting a naked lady from the backside.  That seems to be acceptable, since youtube doesn't seem to be into full frontal nudity.  It's okay to show nudity depending on the context.  I've seen fully naked women give birth in a bathtub.  One video I saw of that was really sweet, but birthing videos mostly gross me out.  I've never seen what happens with the placenta, no body films that, probably with good reason.

     I don't have any children, and I have o plans for any, either.  There really does seem to be enough people in the world. 
     Also, I can barely provide for myself, much less anybody else.

     Funny to write now.  I seem to know what I want to say and how to say it.  That comes from twenty years of writing crap on a typewriter.

     It did take me a while to switch from a manual typewriter to a keyboard. 
     For the laptop I have right now, I have a little USB external keyboard which is really nice to use.  It makes it nice and easy to produce a lot of words.

     I got burned out writing essays in school.  I didn't know what the point of them was.  The words never came easy for me.  No one was ever going to read them.
     The seventeen people who may have looked on this blog is more than anybody who ever read my college essays.

     In a way, I almost don't even want this blog to become popular, because then it will feel as if my own little private world will be invaded. 
     Then it will feel as if I am performing for people, and it might take the fun out of it. 
     I guess we'll see what happens, but I don't think I have to worry about that anytime soon.