I've earned $0.00 on this blog so far. It is a relatively new blog, and I don't expect anything yet. It's too early to expect anything.
I'm lucky to get bot hits from Russia.
Also, on all 13 of my blogs, I have not gotten a single comment.
On youtube, it took a long time before people started commenting on my videos. My videos didn't seem to create a reaction of any kind. Perhaps people didn't know what to say.
To be honest, most of the people that do comment are clone wars adventures kids. That is okay, and better than nothing.
However, it isn't much of an intellectual dialogue for me.
It never is on youtube.
Most of the people who take time to comment on youtube don't have much to say anyhow.
Comments are a great opportunity for smart-alec remarks, anyhow.
If I was a teen-ager on the web, I'd probably be saying all kinds of stupid things.
That would have been awesome to be a kid with all the internet and games and everything.
Kids are so lucky with all the stuff that is available.
I wonder how the world will change in the next twenty years.
I am just going to sit back and watch.
* * *
Anyhow, my coffee is good, and so is the day.
I'm comfortable here in the cafe in my new spot.
I'm sitting at a square table.
It's one of the few square tables in this joint.
The cool sounds of jazz are blasting loud.
I like it.
It is nice to hear music without words all the time.
It is nice just to hear the sounds of different instruments.
People love singers, though, and so do I.
It is nice to get away from the ego sounds of a singer, and just hear people playing.
Music is for people, and I don't always want to pay homage to a singer every second of the day.
The short end of the stick is what I get.
I don't even know what I am writing right now, and, I guess it all doesn't matter.
I just write to get to the next thought.
Anyway, I was thinking about my dad sitting at the typewriter, and here I am, with a much more advanced machine twenty-five years later that I can take anywhere, and connect to the world.
The message is the same, though. A bunch of words with the intent of trying to make sense to somebody else.
The craft of writing requires a lot of attention.
I have a portable typewriter at home. It was a gift. I am lucky to have it.
My 1935 Royal needs some fixing. I wore out a couple of keys, and literally wore down a couple of the letters so that they no longer make an imprint.
I guess it is good to type with two pieces of paper.
Typing? Why am I even thinking about that? Oh yeah, I'm talking about the tradition of typing in my family. My mom typed, too.
It always felt too much to use my mom's typewriter, or my mom's piano. These things were hers.
Well, the past over. I still think about those things, I don't know why. It doesn't seem to do me much good.
I don't like people to look over my shoulder. It makes me feel uncomfortable.
I try not to look over people's shoulders, as I think it is rude to do that to people.
* * *
Strangers.
I don't know who these people are, and I don't really care. They are all extras in my movie. That is how they treat me.
I am just an NPC, a non-player character.
An NPC is such a good concept. I love it. They are in video games, and they are in real life.
What am I doing? I don't know. I am just writing a bunch of horses**t, just for the f*** of it.
Oh yeah, I looked at The Sims3 on youtube. It looks pretty fun, with all the new pets you can have. It is getting pretty amazing with all of these video games.
The Sims on facebook can get pretty tedious.
I am a strange guy, and I don't care. Actually, I am okay.
After all of these years, I am starting to warm up to humanity.
Thank god for Babylon 5, it's been great to watch that show, and have it going all day long, episode after episode.
I was able to see a couple of episodes that I didn't quite get the gist of, due to previous dvd malfunction, and also human error.
Anyway, I am all caught up on seasons 1 & 2, and I'm about ready for season 3. I can't wait, I'm excited.
Too bad B-5 only lasted for five seasons.
Too bad Original Star Trek only lasted for three. Too bad they didn't give minor characters more to do. Too bad you never got to see The Enterprise complete their mission.
The whole Star Trek universe I get confused with. There is so much information on everything now.
* * *
Strangers? Who are these people? I don't know.
They certainly don't know who I am, and why should they?
There is no reason at all.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Short End of The Stick
Okay, it works. I'm in the back of the cafe. The internet has a low signal back here today. One never knows if it will work good or not. I still don't know if it will work good.
All I know is that the signal strength is low, and that I have to use the bathroom.
It's been a hard day to get started with things.
I was in FarmHell for a little while today. You know you have sunk to the bottom of humanity when you are stuck playing Farmville. It is so tedious with all the gift requests.
I have spent hours of my life with gift requests on facebook games.
There have been times when I have sat there for an hour just doing gift requests.
That is a living hell, my friend.
Let's see, what you have just read constitutes all the work I have done today.
I did play Monopoly Millionaires. I like that game once in a while. I like Monopoly, and always have. It gave me the illusion that I could be rich and be a property owner. Also, I could be the winner, and make other people lose. The look on their faces at the moment of victory is always great.
That is part of the joy of games. The elation that you feel when you win, and the joy of seeing your opponents sink to the depths of despair.
I also played Dungeon Overlord, but for some reason that I don't understand, I am now level 32. It is a potentially great game, but it doesn't seem like they have worked out all the kinks even yet. I've waited a long time for them to get their act together, so now I will just have to periodically play to keep it all going, and wait until they make it into more of a fun game to play.
'Clone Wars Adventures' didn't seem to work today. I did spend all day yesterday farming for credits and watching Babylon 5 to make it all possible, and then, as usual, I was able to spend all of my credits rather quickly on my lots, which are looking pretty cool, but the time-cost is amazing.
The whole reason why I am sitting back here is because the front area is filled with laptop users and Chatty Kathy's, and I didn't feel like listening to the percussion of two female voices driving into my ears at 75 m.p.h.
It gets to me after a while.
The short end of the stick is what I always seem to get. That is what adsense is, except worse. It's the tip of the short end of the stick, and that isn't very much at all.
I've usually been in working situations where I get the short end of the money. That is too bad. I'm going to have to do something about that.
The bar I used to work at, well, I used to sell art there, and I did pretty good. I sold a lot there. Those were the days of plenty then. Even so, I was just breaking even.
So, I am in a nice area to write, but the trade-off is low internet strength.
I've also got the proximity of the bathroom, which doesn't always smell nice.
It is just how it goes.
So, everything today is a late start. I'm getting older. The get-out of bed thing and off to a fresh start every day, well, I have my whole wake-up routine I go through. It just takes me a while to wake up, get dressed, and pull it together so I can even make it out of the house.
It is just how it is right now.
I can barely even see how I can make art in my studio now, I have so much crap in there.
Life is good, though. I had a good day yesterday, and I'm going to have a good day today.
The sound of the toilet flushing will always remind me of Archie Bunker.
All I know is that the signal strength is low, and that I have to use the bathroom.
It's been a hard day to get started with things.
I was in FarmHell for a little while today. You know you have sunk to the bottom of humanity when you are stuck playing Farmville. It is so tedious with all the gift requests.
I have spent hours of my life with gift requests on facebook games.
There have been times when I have sat there for an hour just doing gift requests.
That is a living hell, my friend.
Let's see, what you have just read constitutes all the work I have done today.
I did play Monopoly Millionaires. I like that game once in a while. I like Monopoly, and always have. It gave me the illusion that I could be rich and be a property owner. Also, I could be the winner, and make other people lose. The look on their faces at the moment of victory is always great.
That is part of the joy of games. The elation that you feel when you win, and the joy of seeing your opponents sink to the depths of despair.
I also played Dungeon Overlord, but for some reason that I don't understand, I am now level 32. It is a potentially great game, but it doesn't seem like they have worked out all the kinks even yet. I've waited a long time for them to get their act together, so now I will just have to periodically play to keep it all going, and wait until they make it into more of a fun game to play.
'Clone Wars Adventures' didn't seem to work today. I did spend all day yesterday farming for credits and watching Babylon 5 to make it all possible, and then, as usual, I was able to spend all of my credits rather quickly on my lots, which are looking pretty cool, but the time-cost is amazing.
The whole reason why I am sitting back here is because the front area is filled with laptop users and Chatty Kathy's, and I didn't feel like listening to the percussion of two female voices driving into my ears at 75 m.p.h.
It gets to me after a while.
The short end of the stick is what I always seem to get. That is what adsense is, except worse. It's the tip of the short end of the stick, and that isn't very much at all.
I've usually been in working situations where I get the short end of the money. That is too bad. I'm going to have to do something about that.
The bar I used to work at, well, I used to sell art there, and I did pretty good. I sold a lot there. Those were the days of plenty then. Even so, I was just breaking even.
So, I am in a nice area to write, but the trade-off is low internet strength.
I've also got the proximity of the bathroom, which doesn't always smell nice.
It is just how it goes.
So, everything today is a late start. I'm getting older. The get-out of bed thing and off to a fresh start every day, well, I have my whole wake-up routine I go through. It just takes me a while to wake up, get dressed, and pull it together so I can even make it out of the house.
It is just how it is right now.
I can barely even see how I can make art in my studio now, I have so much crap in there.
Life is good, though. I had a good day yesterday, and I'm going to have a good day today.
The sound of the toilet flushing will always remind me of Archie Bunker.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Ready for a Road Trip in The Twilight Zone
Good morning. It is a good one.
I watched Babylon 5 and played 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
I think some woman was just giving me the eye. I was at the counter and there was this uncomfortable moment, so I shrugged my shoulders and said hello.
Then I sat down, and she was leaning forward, and I could see some stuff hanging, and that was nice.
All I am saying is she stood there and took a look.
She seemed interested in something.
It might not have been me at all.
Or maybe it was.
Meanwhile just before that, some girl was riding her bike, with her butt in the air and sticking out, so I was looking at that.
Then, in a futile attempt, she attempted to pull a short shirt over her butt, and it just wasn't going to happen.
Okay, so that is my intro for this day...Babylon 5, Clone Wars Adventures, and Women.
* * *
I was outside, and some black guy didn't ask me for a cigarette. But he did try and sell me three packs of hot batteries for $7.
I was offended.
For me, it was bothersome that he interrupted my thought processes with a disturbance of his stupid s**t.
This kind of thing happens all the time.
Now I get to write about him, though.
After watching Babylon 5, it all kind of fits in.
Now I get to listen to a woman on her cell phone in the cafe talking about some kind of landlord problem.
It isn't always like a library in here.
Her choice of her cell phone call was in the middle of the cafe, so everyone could hear her.
I hope it isn't one of those days.
Okay, anyway, I was watching disc 2 of season 2 of Babylon 5. It is good stuff.
The actors are pretty funny. They did one of the best episode commentaries I had ever heard. They were really funny.
The actors on Babylon 5 had a good time.
Too bad the show only lasted five years.
I never watched it when it was on. I didn't know what was going on with that show anyhow.
Anyway, I am trying to write while this woman is blathering on. It just goes on and on like a run-on sentence with no end in sight.
I am trying to plan out my day, and she ain't helping.
Anyhow, I read up on Twilight Zone, Billy Mumy, Avatar, MadTV, and a couple of other things on wikipedia. It was good reading, and part of my research.
What the hell was I supposed to be writing about today?
The woman is going on and on about her husband who has AIDS, is on medications, filing police reports, problems, stress...she is up to her neck in it. It's always about what somebody else has done, never about her choices of how she got into this mess.
It is hard for me to care, it is not my problem.
* * *
So, who is going to read this blog? I don't know, and I don't care at this time. It is not my concern. The main thing is to crank out a lot of entries, and see what happens.
There may be a time when I will have to abandon this blog for a while, and let it stand on its own.
We'll see what happens.
So, Babylon 5 is a good show. The lines are pretty wordy. Also, a person can not leave the room without saying one more thing. It is a trademark of the show. I've never seen anything like it. It is really funny after a while.
Let's see, I also watched some clips from 'Gone With The Wind'. I am very interested in doing a video making a change on the 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn' line.
I saw a really funny variation on that line, something to the tune of 'Frankly, my dear, your vagina smells like soggy cardboard'. That is pretty funny.
My variation for my character is 'Frankly, my cunt, I don't give a flying fuck'.
I am a crass person.
Am I allowed to use foul language on this blog? I guess I will find out. As long as I don't overdo it, it will be okay.
Someone let out a fart over there in the cafe. It was audible.
A police car honked its loud horn. It sounds like the equivalent of a car fart.
Well, after watching Chaplin films growing up, I should have been very mistrustful of cops. But then the Mormon influence kind of made it that cops were your friends, because Mormons are good and right people, and they never have any need to be afraid of cops.
Then I eventually learned that cops were not your friends.
I learned the hard way.
* * *
Anyway, my coffee is hot.
The day is a little cold.
I made a new video last night.
The sound of a skateboarder screwing around outside.
The sound of the blues music coming through the speakers.
'Egg and cheese bagel,' she said.
Sitting at the cafe with a laptop on a Tuesday.
Too much of a pain to go to yoga anymore. I don't have the time or the resources. It is such a pain to bicycle over there now. It takes a good chunk of the day to do all that. To fight through traffic is no fun.
But meanwhile, I have to get my life together.
Art? I haven't been doing much of it. I am going to have to figure out what I am doing with that.
Art doesn't matter, who cares about art? No one.
It was good to read up on The Twilight Zone.
It turned out to be a costly mistake for Rod Serling to sell the rights to his show. D'oh! Nobody knew what would happen with syndication at that time.
* * *
I still have not made my first edit on wikipedia. I'm looking forward to it. When I come across an error that I can fix, I am going to try and fix it.
I have come to love and appreciate wikipedia.
Encyclopedias can get pretty boring to read, at other times, they are very exciting. It depends on the article.
* * *
Babylon 5 capitalized very well on out of work actors who needed jobs, reviving careers of many.
Bill Mumy does an awesome job as 'Lennier'.
I don't think I've ever seen a full episode of 'Lost in Space'. To us, it was boring, and Robby The Robot sucked, and the show was inferior to Star Trek, so we didn't care.
* * *
It is weird to take myself out of the artworld zone, and put myself back into the popular culture bubble. T.V., movies, celebrities, and all that.
I don't know if there is much of a reward in it for me, but yeah, art? Who cares? Hardly anybody.
Yet, when you do something cool in art, people really like it.
Sometimes, they even make purchases.
I don't know where I am with my art, or if it even all matters anymore. I'm famous as my character of 'Dirk Wampaflash' on 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
That would be cool to make my own show using the characters. Too bad I can't find anyone else to do a voice. I need multiple voices. Otherwise, it would just be me doing all the voices, and that would suck. Who wants to hear me do all the voices for different characters? Nobody.
Well, as always, I'll try and do my best using what I got.
* * *
Well, I was trying to get an early start on the day, and it took a while to get going, and here I am, and now what?
I don't know, we'll see.
And one more thing...I don't know where I am going, and I don't care. I got the blues, I got coffee, and I'm ready for a road trip....in The Twilight Zone.
I watched Babylon 5 and played 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
I think some woman was just giving me the eye. I was at the counter and there was this uncomfortable moment, so I shrugged my shoulders and said hello.
Then I sat down, and she was leaning forward, and I could see some stuff hanging, and that was nice.
All I am saying is she stood there and took a look.
She seemed interested in something.
It might not have been me at all.
Or maybe it was.
Meanwhile just before that, some girl was riding her bike, with her butt in the air and sticking out, so I was looking at that.
Then, in a futile attempt, she attempted to pull a short shirt over her butt, and it just wasn't going to happen.
Okay, so that is my intro for this day...Babylon 5, Clone Wars Adventures, and Women.
* * *
I was outside, and some black guy didn't ask me for a cigarette. But he did try and sell me three packs of hot batteries for $7.
I was offended.
For me, it was bothersome that he interrupted my thought processes with a disturbance of his stupid s**t.
This kind of thing happens all the time.
Now I get to write about him, though.
After watching Babylon 5, it all kind of fits in.
Now I get to listen to a woman on her cell phone in the cafe talking about some kind of landlord problem.
It isn't always like a library in here.
Her choice of her cell phone call was in the middle of the cafe, so everyone could hear her.
I hope it isn't one of those days.
Okay, anyway, I was watching disc 2 of season 2 of Babylon 5. It is good stuff.
The actors are pretty funny. They did one of the best episode commentaries I had ever heard. They were really funny.
The actors on Babylon 5 had a good time.
Too bad the show only lasted five years.
I never watched it when it was on. I didn't know what was going on with that show anyhow.
Anyway, I am trying to write while this woman is blathering on. It just goes on and on like a run-on sentence with no end in sight.
I am trying to plan out my day, and she ain't helping.
Anyhow, I read up on Twilight Zone, Billy Mumy, Avatar, MadTV, and a couple of other things on wikipedia. It was good reading, and part of my research.
What the hell was I supposed to be writing about today?
The woman is going on and on about her husband who has AIDS, is on medications, filing police reports, problems, stress...she is up to her neck in it. It's always about what somebody else has done, never about her choices of how she got into this mess.
It is hard for me to care, it is not my problem.
* * *
So, who is going to read this blog? I don't know, and I don't care at this time. It is not my concern. The main thing is to crank out a lot of entries, and see what happens.
There may be a time when I will have to abandon this blog for a while, and let it stand on its own.
We'll see what happens.
So, Babylon 5 is a good show. The lines are pretty wordy. Also, a person can not leave the room without saying one more thing. It is a trademark of the show. I've never seen anything like it. It is really funny after a while.
Let's see, I also watched some clips from 'Gone With The Wind'. I am very interested in doing a video making a change on the 'Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn' line.
I saw a really funny variation on that line, something to the tune of 'Frankly, my dear, your vagina smells like soggy cardboard'. That is pretty funny.
My variation for my character is 'Frankly, my cunt, I don't give a flying fuck'.
I am a crass person.
Am I allowed to use foul language on this blog? I guess I will find out. As long as I don't overdo it, it will be okay.
Someone let out a fart over there in the cafe. It was audible.
A police car honked its loud horn. It sounds like the equivalent of a car fart.
Well, after watching Chaplin films growing up, I should have been very mistrustful of cops. But then the Mormon influence kind of made it that cops were your friends, because Mormons are good and right people, and they never have any need to be afraid of cops.
Then I eventually learned that cops were not your friends.
I learned the hard way.
* * *
Anyway, my coffee is hot.
The day is a little cold.
I made a new video last night.
The sound of a skateboarder screwing around outside.
The sound of the blues music coming through the speakers.
'Egg and cheese bagel,' she said.
Sitting at the cafe with a laptop on a Tuesday.
Too much of a pain to go to yoga anymore. I don't have the time or the resources. It is such a pain to bicycle over there now. It takes a good chunk of the day to do all that. To fight through traffic is no fun.
But meanwhile, I have to get my life together.
Art? I haven't been doing much of it. I am going to have to figure out what I am doing with that.
Art doesn't matter, who cares about art? No one.
It was good to read up on The Twilight Zone.
It turned out to be a costly mistake for Rod Serling to sell the rights to his show. D'oh! Nobody knew what would happen with syndication at that time.
* * *
I still have not made my first edit on wikipedia. I'm looking forward to it. When I come across an error that I can fix, I am going to try and fix it.
I have come to love and appreciate wikipedia.
Encyclopedias can get pretty boring to read, at other times, they are very exciting. It depends on the article.
* * *
Babylon 5 capitalized very well on out of work actors who needed jobs, reviving careers of many.
Bill Mumy does an awesome job as 'Lennier'.
I don't think I've ever seen a full episode of 'Lost in Space'. To us, it was boring, and Robby The Robot sucked, and the show was inferior to Star Trek, so we didn't care.
* * *
It is weird to take myself out of the artworld zone, and put myself back into the popular culture bubble. T.V., movies, celebrities, and all that.
I don't know if there is much of a reward in it for me, but yeah, art? Who cares? Hardly anybody.
Yet, when you do something cool in art, people really like it.
Sometimes, they even make purchases.
I don't know where I am with my art, or if it even all matters anymore. I'm famous as my character of 'Dirk Wampaflash' on 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
That would be cool to make my own show using the characters. Too bad I can't find anyone else to do a voice. I need multiple voices. Otherwise, it would just be me doing all the voices, and that would suck. Who wants to hear me do all the voices for different characters? Nobody.
Well, as always, I'll try and do my best using what I got.
* * *
Well, I was trying to get an early start on the day, and it took a while to get going, and here I am, and now what?
I don't know, we'll see.
And one more thing...I don't know where I am going, and I don't care. I got the blues, I got coffee, and I'm ready for a road trip....in The Twilight Zone.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Television
The tall lady who smokes a lot and reads is here. I've thought a couple of times of painting her, but I don't like to listen to her much. She actually has a lot to say, but I don't like some of her stuff, and it is just hard to care. Anyway, I just thought I would mention that she is here.
I am at point where I am deciding on whether or not to get a second cup of coffee.
It is funny because it is actually worth my time to get onto 'Clone Wars Adventures' and spread my fame. It actually does me good. Those are the kids who watch my videos and give me hits, and help to get my numbers up so that more people can view them, which can only be beneficial to me.
There is a new guy setting up his laptop. He has long hair like me. He is looking all around him, and was looking at what I was doing as he was setting up, acclimating himself to his new surroundings. He is about to begin.
I like to write about people in here. It is fun.
I really like to write about my family, but they don't like it. I can't really use their names. I don't see why, anything I write about them is just going to give them free advertising, but they don't seem to like it. They get offended, and I don't see what the difference is.
I would kill to have somebody write about me, even if it was negative, who cares? It lets people know that I exist, and then they can go to my stuff and see what I am really about.
Maybe it is time to go. The cafe is filling up with people, and it is getting loud in here, what with the conversations, and the cell phone call currently to my right.
There is also a cute girl with short hair like a boy, with a aqua-blue hoodie on. She sits cross-legged on the wood bench. She is awfully cute. She was laughing earlier to herself, with something she was looking at on the web. That has happened to me, where I am at the cafe, and I see something that makes me laugh, and I can't help but show it on my face, because it is so ***damn funny. ( 'god' is the missing word. It might not be proper to put 'god' and 'damn' together in a general audience blog. Ridiculous, but that is how the world is these days, with tons of contradictions everywhere. )
I don't apologize for anything, if I can help it.
Since I do everything for a reason, there is usually some intent to what I do.
It's odd sometimes to see people apologize for stuff, as if that is really going to make anything better. The only way to really apologize is to not do the offending action again.
Plus, you never know what people will get offended by.
'The Simpsons' is still pretty offensive to a lot of conservative people. It's just a cartoon, folks.
Now that 'South Park' is way more offensive than 'The Simpsons', the conservative watchdogs focus more of their attention on that show.
You know what folks? It is a big world out there, and if a kid wants to watch an offensive cartoon, so what? You should ask your kid why he wants to watch South Park. He'll probably give you the answer that 'it is funny as all hell'.
When you are 11, and you see offensive shows, you don't even understand what is going on anyhow, which is the whole point of watching them, so you can learn what is going on in the real world.
My mother stopped me from seeing 'A Case of Rape' and '10' which were both on television. I was so mad at her. I should have taken the t.v. into my room, and locked the door. I hated that she would censor me as to what I could watch. That was enough to make me want to watch everything.
She never talked to me about what I watched on television, anyhow, never was too interested in my life, so what the hell did it matter if I watched a couple of movies?
I think my mom was a little crazy. That is something that is not discussed much in my family, because most of my brothers and sisters are a little crazy, too. Some of them know it, and most of them don't.
I know for a fact that I am a little crazy, and I am able to talk about that with anybody, but I don't think my siblings can do that.
Pity.
Maybe it is time to go. I don't especially like sitting here with this guy here. I'm in a groove, though.
It is hard to get into writing mode, and once I am here, I like to stay for a while.
I know when I go home, it's going to be all about television and video games, man.
Anyways, thanks for reading, if indeed, a human actually reads this some day.
I am at point where I am deciding on whether or not to get a second cup of coffee.
It is funny because it is actually worth my time to get onto 'Clone Wars Adventures' and spread my fame. It actually does me good. Those are the kids who watch my videos and give me hits, and help to get my numbers up so that more people can view them, which can only be beneficial to me.
There is a new guy setting up his laptop. He has long hair like me. He is looking all around him, and was looking at what I was doing as he was setting up, acclimating himself to his new surroundings. He is about to begin.
I like to write about people in here. It is fun.
I really like to write about my family, but they don't like it. I can't really use their names. I don't see why, anything I write about them is just going to give them free advertising, but they don't seem to like it. They get offended, and I don't see what the difference is.
I would kill to have somebody write about me, even if it was negative, who cares? It lets people know that I exist, and then they can go to my stuff and see what I am really about.
Maybe it is time to go. The cafe is filling up with people, and it is getting loud in here, what with the conversations, and the cell phone call currently to my right.
There is also a cute girl with short hair like a boy, with a aqua-blue hoodie on. She sits cross-legged on the wood bench. She is awfully cute. She was laughing earlier to herself, with something she was looking at on the web. That has happened to me, where I am at the cafe, and I see something that makes me laugh, and I can't help but show it on my face, because it is so ***damn funny. ( 'god' is the missing word. It might not be proper to put 'god' and 'damn' together in a general audience blog. Ridiculous, but that is how the world is these days, with tons of contradictions everywhere. )
I don't apologize for anything, if I can help it.
Since I do everything for a reason, there is usually some intent to what I do.
It's odd sometimes to see people apologize for stuff, as if that is really going to make anything better. The only way to really apologize is to not do the offending action again.
Plus, you never know what people will get offended by.
'The Simpsons' is still pretty offensive to a lot of conservative people. It's just a cartoon, folks.
Now that 'South Park' is way more offensive than 'The Simpsons', the conservative watchdogs focus more of their attention on that show.
You know what folks? It is a big world out there, and if a kid wants to watch an offensive cartoon, so what? You should ask your kid why he wants to watch South Park. He'll probably give you the answer that 'it is funny as all hell'.
When you are 11, and you see offensive shows, you don't even understand what is going on anyhow, which is the whole point of watching them, so you can learn what is going on in the real world.
My mother stopped me from seeing 'A Case of Rape' and '10' which were both on television. I was so mad at her. I should have taken the t.v. into my room, and locked the door. I hated that she would censor me as to what I could watch. That was enough to make me want to watch everything.
She never talked to me about what I watched on television, anyhow, never was too interested in my life, so what the hell did it matter if I watched a couple of movies?
I think my mom was a little crazy. That is something that is not discussed much in my family, because most of my brothers and sisters are a little crazy, too. Some of them know it, and most of them don't.
I know for a fact that I am a little crazy, and I am able to talk about that with anybody, but I don't think my siblings can do that.
Pity.
Maybe it is time to go. I don't especially like sitting here with this guy here. I'm in a groove, though.
It is hard to get into writing mode, and once I am here, I like to stay for a while.
I know when I go home, it's going to be all about television and video games, man.
Anyways, thanks for reading, if indeed, a human actually reads this some day.
Feminism
Okay, anyway, here I am in the cafe again. It was not my intention that this would be the main blog that I would work on. I don't really want to be famous because of my 'At The Cafe' blog. I mean, he would give a crap? No one. What, is there going to be an influx of people who start reading this? I think not. And what the f does sitting in the cafe do? Nothing.
Of course, all of my favorite French artists sat in cafes, and drew pictures, and got together and talked about the day's events and political things with passion. I love all those stories, and it is always a motivating factor to me, to have a life with meaning, and to do something about it instead of just a bunch of bulls**t talk.
I hate editing myself, but I have to at least try to write clean, so that this blog can remain monetized.
I wonder what is the line of...well, how many times can you say the F word before they make it so your blog is not monetized? I am really curious about that. I guess they look over your blog, a real person has to review it, before they make the decision to have it not be monetized. They don't want to have to do that, unless the author gives them no other choice.
I know that there are people who work for facebook, and they have to edit photos out that don't belong, like people sitting there nude with their schlong pointing straight up at the camera, lol. There are people who have to do that for a living you know, to keep it all clean.
I don't know why it all matters, apart from preventing kids from seeing that material, and you know, kids don't need to see that stuff. Also, a lot of women don't like to see that stuff...so they claim. But you know what? Sometimes they do.
Sometimes, women should look at porn and smut they like. They don't often get horny enough to do anything about it. They live in their world, whatever that is, probably of cats, cute animals, cartoons, hair, make-up, nails, whatever, what is fashionable, etc...
I'm pretty much done with feminism, or trying to care about it. I mean, who cares? Not even women can agree on what feminism means, and most of them can barely give a damn about what the leading feminists think, so why should I care? I'm a guy, what about my gender issues? Aren't my concerns what I should be caring about?
For many years, I tried to be sympathetic to feminist causes.
Now that I'm older, you know what? Some women like to be objectified, so who cares? This is why feminism will never succeed.
They can't agree, there are lots of thoughts about everything, and everyone has to decide for themselves on what to do.
I got my own problems, lady, so you are going to have to figure out things for yourself.
I guess it isn't easy to figure out two flaps of skin, and a couple of holes.
If you don't like my blog, don't read it, what do I care?
lol.
I've also found in my research that a lot of women don't have a sense of humor about their own butts. It's a shame....they certainly go to a lot of effort to either show it off or not show it at all.
I'll just wait for a long time to see if anybody actually responds to this blog, and then I will modify it then. It could take years, you know.
Of course, all of my favorite French artists sat in cafes, and drew pictures, and got together and talked about the day's events and political things with passion. I love all those stories, and it is always a motivating factor to me, to have a life with meaning, and to do something about it instead of just a bunch of bulls**t talk.
I hate editing myself, but I have to at least try to write clean, so that this blog can remain monetized.
I wonder what is the line of...well, how many times can you say the F word before they make it so your blog is not monetized? I am really curious about that. I guess they look over your blog, a real person has to review it, before they make the decision to have it not be monetized. They don't want to have to do that, unless the author gives them no other choice.
I know that there are people who work for facebook, and they have to edit photos out that don't belong, like people sitting there nude with their schlong pointing straight up at the camera, lol. There are people who have to do that for a living you know, to keep it all clean.
I don't know why it all matters, apart from preventing kids from seeing that material, and you know, kids don't need to see that stuff. Also, a lot of women don't like to see that stuff...so they claim. But you know what? Sometimes they do.
Sometimes, women should look at porn and smut they like. They don't often get horny enough to do anything about it. They live in their world, whatever that is, probably of cats, cute animals, cartoons, hair, make-up, nails, whatever, what is fashionable, etc...
I'm pretty much done with feminism, or trying to care about it. I mean, who cares? Not even women can agree on what feminism means, and most of them can barely give a damn about what the leading feminists think, so why should I care? I'm a guy, what about my gender issues? Aren't my concerns what I should be caring about?
For many years, I tried to be sympathetic to feminist causes.
Now that I'm older, you know what? Some women like to be objectified, so who cares? This is why feminism will never succeed.
They can't agree, there are lots of thoughts about everything, and everyone has to decide for themselves on what to do.
I got my own problems, lady, so you are going to have to figure out things for yourself.
I guess it isn't easy to figure out two flaps of skin, and a couple of holes.
If you don't like my blog, don't read it, what do I care?
lol.
I've also found in my research that a lot of women don't have a sense of humor about their own butts. It's a shame....they certainly go to a lot of effort to either show it off or not show it at all.
I'll just wait for a long time to see if anybody actually responds to this blog, and then I will modify it then. It could take years, you know.
I Finally Made It To The Cafe
I finally made it to the cafe. It took me a while. It is almost 1:00 in the afternoon. Laaaaate! ( I love when kids say that...)
Anyway, it will be a little while before I can get coffee. There is a line, and the slow lady is working. Nothing wrong with that except when I need coffee, which just happens to be now.
It is my birthday. I am 44 today.
Anyway, I was outside talking to my friend about Babylon 5. That was fun.
Yes, I am late today.
I installed my new bookcase into the studio. I like it. Perhaps it will help me to get organized.
Well, it is a beautiful day.
I spent the morning upgrading my lots on Clone Wars Adventures. I'm working on this TIE fighter that is looking pretty good. I haven't seen anyone build anything like it so far.
It is an expensive ship to build on the scale I am building it. It is full-size, about how big one should actually be.
I was thinking of building an over-size x-wing, too. That might be cool. It will be a while before I get to that, too.
The kids on the game are kind of a pain sometimes. They need a lot of attention. They often tell me 'port' without giving a reason. I am sometimes disappointed with what they have me port to. Sometimes it is worth seeing. Sometimes not.
There is a kid called 'Dirk Wampaflash2'. He liked my name, so he copied me. That is okay. He is a non-member, so that makes his game experience limited. He can't port to me when I am in the jedi room, and then he asks me where I am.
He had me port to his padawan place, and there was hardly anything there.
Then I had him port to my padawan place, which is Dirk's Bar. I wanted to show him what a place looked like with some real work in it.
It is very time consuming to earn a sizable amount of credits to build anything decent in the game. There is no way around it unless I want to spend $10.00 for 10,000 credits, which is a rip-off.
Anyway, it is a lovely day, the sun is out, I got my coffee, and it is time for a cig.
Death Metal Hip Hop, Harry Potter, The Blues, Babylon 5, The Kalavala.
Classical music and jazz.
* * *
I've put off shaving for a couple of weeks now. I can't wait to shave at this point. I'm not really a beard person. It was fun to have while I am in transition, to just let everything go to hell, but I like to be clean-shaven better.
I also like a day or two of scruff
* * *
It's just going to be a normal day of killing today. Our Sunday night Magic The Gathering session is tonight.
* * *
It was quite a task to move in the new bookshelf. I like it, so it was worth it. I already put lots of painted bottles on the shelf, making more room to walk.
My studio is a mess, though. I don't know what I am going to do about that.
I need a job that pays, that is the sad reality of my life, though.
I need a job where I can just have my laptop there all day, and play games.
I don't like jobs much, especially the ones where I feel like it is a waste of time.
It looks like my friend left. It is fun to go out there and talk and smoke about whatever comes to mind.
Some bad song on the stereo. The worst is when they just sing about their normal everyday stuff with no point to the song.
* * *
I was up half the night watching Season 2 of Babylon 5. It is a great show. Better than I could have imagined. I like the characters. They've grown on me. I like the aliens, and I've grown accustomed to the dialogue now. I like the special effects and the computer animations. It looks cool even though all the effects are pretty outdated now.
I browsed through the wikipedia article on Babylon. It looks like neither Haddam Hussein or the U.S. military cared too much about ancient Babylonian remains, ruining things for decades to come, as far as archeologists are concerned.
Bastards.
* * *
Meanwhile, I watched some stuff that I can't really talk about much on this blog around 5 in the morning. The lady I saw was tan all over with big cans. She was really pretty.
It is a state of euphoria when you are with a very pretty lady. You wish it would last forever, that yummy feeling. But then it goes away in a day or two, and then the only way to get the feeling back is to be with her again. But things change, and life gets in the way, and all you have is a memory.
* * *
Yup, it is my birthday today. I was thinking about going out last night but I couldn't get it together. I was unprepared to go out. It was nice just farming for credits on cwa with the sound down, and watching Babylon 5 at full blast.
So when I get home after this blogging session, I will just get back onto my video game, and do some stuff around the studio.
I will spend some time to get ready for tonight.
Alcohol will be involved.
* * *
Let's see, anything else?
I need money, that is for sure.
I wonder how I will get some?
I need to have what people want. I need rad artwork and videos, and lots of media attention, and promotion of myself and of my art, and...it all takes a hell of a lot of time.
( Cool, this is the blog entry I wrote yesterday that I thought was lost forever. Saving the entry despite being offline from the internet worked, thank god. I like to write in the cafe, but the internet is sketchy here sometimes. I am just glad it worked. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the entry, and if not, go read another one, or watch videos or something. )
Anyway, it will be a little while before I can get coffee. There is a line, and the slow lady is working. Nothing wrong with that except when I need coffee, which just happens to be now.
It is my birthday. I am 44 today.
Anyway, I was outside talking to my friend about Babylon 5. That was fun.
Yes, I am late today.
I installed my new bookcase into the studio. I like it. Perhaps it will help me to get organized.
Well, it is a beautiful day.
I spent the morning upgrading my lots on Clone Wars Adventures. I'm working on this TIE fighter that is looking pretty good. I haven't seen anyone build anything like it so far.
It is an expensive ship to build on the scale I am building it. It is full-size, about how big one should actually be.
I was thinking of building an over-size x-wing, too. That might be cool. It will be a while before I get to that, too.
The kids on the game are kind of a pain sometimes. They need a lot of attention. They often tell me 'port' without giving a reason. I am sometimes disappointed with what they have me port to. Sometimes it is worth seeing. Sometimes not.
There is a kid called 'Dirk Wampaflash2'. He liked my name, so he copied me. That is okay. He is a non-member, so that makes his game experience limited. He can't port to me when I am in the jedi room, and then he asks me where I am.
He had me port to his padawan place, and there was hardly anything there.
Then I had him port to my padawan place, which is Dirk's Bar. I wanted to show him what a place looked like with some real work in it.
It is very time consuming to earn a sizable amount of credits to build anything decent in the game. There is no way around it unless I want to spend $10.00 for 10,000 credits, which is a rip-off.
Anyway, it is a lovely day, the sun is out, I got my coffee, and it is time for a cig.
Death Metal Hip Hop, Harry Potter, The Blues, Babylon 5, The Kalavala.
Classical music and jazz.
* * *
I've put off shaving for a couple of weeks now. I can't wait to shave at this point. I'm not really a beard person. It was fun to have while I am in transition, to just let everything go to hell, but I like to be clean-shaven better.
I also like a day or two of scruff
* * *
It's just going to be a normal day of killing today. Our Sunday night Magic The Gathering session is tonight.
* * *
It was quite a task to move in the new bookshelf. I like it, so it was worth it. I already put lots of painted bottles on the shelf, making more room to walk.
My studio is a mess, though. I don't know what I am going to do about that.
I need a job that pays, that is the sad reality of my life, though.
I need a job where I can just have my laptop there all day, and play games.
I don't like jobs much, especially the ones where I feel like it is a waste of time.
It looks like my friend left. It is fun to go out there and talk and smoke about whatever comes to mind.
Some bad song on the stereo. The worst is when they just sing about their normal everyday stuff with no point to the song.
* * *
I was up half the night watching Season 2 of Babylon 5. It is a great show. Better than I could have imagined. I like the characters. They've grown on me. I like the aliens, and I've grown accustomed to the dialogue now. I like the special effects and the computer animations. It looks cool even though all the effects are pretty outdated now.
I browsed through the wikipedia article on Babylon. It looks like neither Haddam Hussein or the U.S. military cared too much about ancient Babylonian remains, ruining things for decades to come, as far as archeologists are concerned.
Bastards.
* * *
Meanwhile, I watched some stuff that I can't really talk about much on this blog around 5 in the morning. The lady I saw was tan all over with big cans. She was really pretty.
It is a state of euphoria when you are with a very pretty lady. You wish it would last forever, that yummy feeling. But then it goes away in a day or two, and then the only way to get the feeling back is to be with her again. But things change, and life gets in the way, and all you have is a memory.
* * *
Yup, it is my birthday today. I was thinking about going out last night but I couldn't get it together. I was unprepared to go out. It was nice just farming for credits on cwa with the sound down, and watching Babylon 5 at full blast.
So when I get home after this blogging session, I will just get back onto my video game, and do some stuff around the studio.
I will spend some time to get ready for tonight.
Alcohol will be involved.
* * *
Let's see, anything else?
I need money, that is for sure.
I wonder how I will get some?
I need to have what people want. I need rad artwork and videos, and lots of media attention, and promotion of myself and of my art, and...it all takes a hell of a lot of time.
( Cool, this is the blog entry I wrote yesterday that I thought was lost forever. Saving the entry despite being offline from the internet worked, thank god. I like to write in the cafe, but the internet is sketchy here sometimes. I am just glad it worked. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the entry, and if not, go read another one, or watch videos or something. )
Crabtree of the mind in the morning
It is such a pain.
It is such a pain to bring the laptop set-up to the cafe, set it all up, hook up to the internet, get it all going, and to be writing a blog, and then suddenly...
avast! Anti-Virus is Ready To Be Updated!
Okay, so I did all that, and the laptop needed to be restarted, so I went through that whole thing again, and here I am.
Now I can write freely, thank god.
I can finally write to my heart's content.
Okay. Whew.
So anyhow, here I am. So many things to cover, so I might as well get to it, one thing at a time.
Okay, it was my birthday yesterday, which turned out to be a pretty insignificant event.
I had more beer than I could drink. Beers were bought for me. I ended up drinking too much.
I never did make it over to Vesuvio for my weekly gin and tonic and drawing session. It just didn't happen.
I was having fun flirting with the local drunk woman.
I am glad that didn't happen.
I woke up this morning, and I was just not feeling it.
Waking up with some woman in my place is pretty terrible. I don't have the conveniences that a woman needs in order to feel comfortable and right.
I've pretty much given up with bringing women over.
It is no fun.
The bathroom to the studio is upstairs, so that is a big ordeal, and there is no shower there, so that sucks.
The warm-up or the come down from a night of sexual ecstasy usually involves the bathroom and shower, and without that, there is no point.
Things need to be clean when you are exchanging body fluids.
So it is good nothing happened with the drunk lady.
That would have been a rude awakening to wake up next to her.
It was fun flirting with her just to see if she would be up for it.
I think she was.
If I did have a better living situation, I might have been drunk enough to bring her home.
It is good none of that happened.
It would not have been pretty in the morning.
For one thing, I was a mess.
I have to go through a whole ordeal just to wake up.
I have my morning ritual that I go through.
It usually involves taking a piss, lighting up a cigarette, getting on the computer and doing stuff on it, drinking some fluids, and somehow managing to get dressed so I can lug myself over to the cafe.
Lately, I usually do my Clone Wars thing where I just farm for credits mindlessly while my brain is in the process of waking up.
I go through this every day.
To have a woman there, well, you have to wait for her to wake up. Then you have to accommodate her, and make sure she has anything she needs. This can include any number of things.
Then it is just the knowledge that someone is there, and you have to be considerate not to wake her.
You can't really do your own thing with somebody there.
You are always conscious that someone is there, and I don't feel free in that situation. I can't even think about stuff I need to do.
Well, today, I really needed time for myself to think things through. I needed to figure out what the hell I was doing.
It takes a while to orient myself to the situation of the new day.
I barely knew who I was today when I woke up.
I ended up getting both a Subway sandwich, and a slice of pepperoni pizza to soak up the alcohol.
The food was real good.
Mmmmmm. Yummy.
I am glad I ate.
A hang-over is bad enough.
When I get drunk, I reach a point where I don't want to be drunk anymore, and I start doing things to make myself undrunk.
Fresh air, water, food, walking around to sweat out and piss out the alcohol so I can be normal again.
All that.
Okay, and then there was the statement by my friend that I usually only say about one funny thing a year.
I must bore people to tears.
That is sad.
It's always been that way.
I ought to learn how to perform more in front of people instead of being a stick in the mud all the time.
I'm trying, it's not easy for me to be the fun guy.
I usually feel like I need to be writing and drawing all the time.
Sad, the girl in the white pants left.
She was sitting to the right of me.
She was texting on her little device.
Oh, she had to use the restroom.
It looks like her session is done.
A good girl in the cafe is always helpful to increase the zing and zang of the energy.
The sound of her boots was all business....clock clock clock clock...as if it was all serious.
I felt one way before she showed up, I felt another way while she was here, and I feel yet another way now that she is gone.
* * *
While I'm thinking about it, the chat box on 'Clone Wars Adventures' sucks so bad. You can't even say the word 'way' for some reason. Why did they block out that word? My best guess is that it is close enough to the word 'gay'. They have to block all the bad words, or words close to bad words so that word abuse does not happen. Feelings can get hurt, and kids are bullies to each other doing everything from spam to insults to get under a person's skin.
'Way' is a pretty standard word, so it is frustrating sometimes to try and navigate my way around that word.
* * *
Anyway, the girl in the white pants was a nice looking done up brunette with bangs. She was very pretty, and she knew it.
I really didn't get too good of a look at her.
It's just as well.
I'm not really feeling much of anything right now except to try and pull myself together.
* * *
I like the look of a long blog entry when I view my own blogs. It looks cool and impressive that I wrote so many words.
The blocks of text make a nice visual.
When I see blogs with short entries that don't seem very thought out, it doesn't impress me.
I am finding out that it really doesn't matter what I write on these blogs as long as it not spam, and as long as I'm filling up space, and making at least some sense of it all.
It just doesn't matter.
Someday it might if I ever get any readers, but for now, I am just putting up tons of stuff so I can get hits.
Once I get some hits and some readers, than maybe I will work on quality.
For now, who cares?
By the time anyone figures out what I am doing, it will be too late.
I wonder if anyone is spying on my activities, just to see what I am doing, and they never reveal to me that they are watching everything I do?
If you are a cop, enjoy your coffee and doughnut is all I can say.
Making lots of Clone Wars videos has definitely increased my visibility on the web.
* * *
I saw a good video today on youtube. Something about a failed password for a guy's WOW account. He couldn't get into his account, and it looks like his roommate was watching him be frustrated, and filming him.
The guy was so frustrated.
It was funny to watch, and scary, too.
The guy was 'raging'...shaking his arms in frustration, shouting bad words, trying again and again to make his password work, and being frustrated, while his roommate was pretending to be calm...the roommate was probably the one who changed the password as a goof, with plans to film him.
It worked really well; it turned out to be a good video.
I was laughing.
The video got two million hits so far.
Impressive.
( I was thinking of saying how the roommate 'fucked with the password'. It is way more satisfying to say things how I normally talk, but I am trying to keep this blog relatively clean. They say 'fuck' a lot in the video I was watching on youtube. This whole thing about putting restrictions on profanity is ridiculous. The only people who seem to care are over-protective moms, who don't really do it to protect their kids, they do it for power, because they have none in their lives. That is sad. I hate all these watchdog groups to see if certain programs are suitable...fuck it. If you don't like the program, don't watch it, lady. Sheez. Some people want to ruin it for everybody else. )
* * *
Ms. Crabtree was the very sexy and cute teacher on 'Little Rascals'.
I think the busdriver on South Park uses that name, the fat one who was killed off. No one cared about her anymore anyhow.
After I thought about it, Miss Krobopel, Bart's teacher, could be a variant of crab apple, thus referencing Ms. Crabtree in a different way. It works.
Ms. Crabtree was hot, and if you were a 'Little Rascals' fan, she was one of the good things.
It is such a pain to bring the laptop set-up to the cafe, set it all up, hook up to the internet, get it all going, and to be writing a blog, and then suddenly...
avast! Anti-Virus is Ready To Be Updated!
Okay, so I did all that, and the laptop needed to be restarted, so I went through that whole thing again, and here I am.
Now I can write freely, thank god.
I can finally write to my heart's content.
Okay. Whew.
So anyhow, here I am. So many things to cover, so I might as well get to it, one thing at a time.
Okay, it was my birthday yesterday, which turned out to be a pretty insignificant event.
I had more beer than I could drink. Beers were bought for me. I ended up drinking too much.
I never did make it over to Vesuvio for my weekly gin and tonic and drawing session. It just didn't happen.
I was having fun flirting with the local drunk woman.
I am glad that didn't happen.
I woke up this morning, and I was just not feeling it.
Waking up with some woman in my place is pretty terrible. I don't have the conveniences that a woman needs in order to feel comfortable and right.
I've pretty much given up with bringing women over.
It is no fun.
The bathroom to the studio is upstairs, so that is a big ordeal, and there is no shower there, so that sucks.
The warm-up or the come down from a night of sexual ecstasy usually involves the bathroom and shower, and without that, there is no point.
Things need to be clean when you are exchanging body fluids.
So it is good nothing happened with the drunk lady.
That would have been a rude awakening to wake up next to her.
It was fun flirting with her just to see if she would be up for it.
I think she was.
If I did have a better living situation, I might have been drunk enough to bring her home.
It is good none of that happened.
It would not have been pretty in the morning.
For one thing, I was a mess.
I have to go through a whole ordeal just to wake up.
I have my morning ritual that I go through.
It usually involves taking a piss, lighting up a cigarette, getting on the computer and doing stuff on it, drinking some fluids, and somehow managing to get dressed so I can lug myself over to the cafe.
Lately, I usually do my Clone Wars thing where I just farm for credits mindlessly while my brain is in the process of waking up.
I go through this every day.
To have a woman there, well, you have to wait for her to wake up. Then you have to accommodate her, and make sure she has anything she needs. This can include any number of things.
Then it is just the knowledge that someone is there, and you have to be considerate not to wake her.
You can't really do your own thing with somebody there.
You are always conscious that someone is there, and I don't feel free in that situation. I can't even think about stuff I need to do.
Well, today, I really needed time for myself to think things through. I needed to figure out what the hell I was doing.
It takes a while to orient myself to the situation of the new day.
I barely knew who I was today when I woke up.
I ended up getting both a Subway sandwich, and a slice of pepperoni pizza to soak up the alcohol.
The food was real good.
Mmmmmm. Yummy.
I am glad I ate.
A hang-over is bad enough.
When I get drunk, I reach a point where I don't want to be drunk anymore, and I start doing things to make myself undrunk.
Fresh air, water, food, walking around to sweat out and piss out the alcohol so I can be normal again.
All that.
Okay, and then there was the statement by my friend that I usually only say about one funny thing a year.
I must bore people to tears.
That is sad.
It's always been that way.
I ought to learn how to perform more in front of people instead of being a stick in the mud all the time.
I'm trying, it's not easy for me to be the fun guy.
I usually feel like I need to be writing and drawing all the time.
Sad, the girl in the white pants left.
She was sitting to the right of me.
She was texting on her little device.
Oh, she had to use the restroom.
It looks like her session is done.
A good girl in the cafe is always helpful to increase the zing and zang of the energy.
The sound of her boots was all business....clock clock clock clock...as if it was all serious.
I felt one way before she showed up, I felt another way while she was here, and I feel yet another way now that she is gone.
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While I'm thinking about it, the chat box on 'Clone Wars Adventures' sucks so bad. You can't even say the word 'way' for some reason. Why did they block out that word? My best guess is that it is close enough to the word 'gay'. They have to block all the bad words, or words close to bad words so that word abuse does not happen. Feelings can get hurt, and kids are bullies to each other doing everything from spam to insults to get under a person's skin.
'Way' is a pretty standard word, so it is frustrating sometimes to try and navigate my way around that word.
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Anyway, the girl in the white pants was a nice looking done up brunette with bangs. She was very pretty, and she knew it.
I really didn't get too good of a look at her.
It's just as well.
I'm not really feeling much of anything right now except to try and pull myself together.
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I like the look of a long blog entry when I view my own blogs. It looks cool and impressive that I wrote so many words.
The blocks of text make a nice visual.
When I see blogs with short entries that don't seem very thought out, it doesn't impress me.
I am finding out that it really doesn't matter what I write on these blogs as long as it not spam, and as long as I'm filling up space, and making at least some sense of it all.
It just doesn't matter.
Someday it might if I ever get any readers, but for now, I am just putting up tons of stuff so I can get hits.
Once I get some hits and some readers, than maybe I will work on quality.
For now, who cares?
By the time anyone figures out what I am doing, it will be too late.
I wonder if anyone is spying on my activities, just to see what I am doing, and they never reveal to me that they are watching everything I do?
If you are a cop, enjoy your coffee and doughnut is all I can say.
Making lots of Clone Wars videos has definitely increased my visibility on the web.
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I saw a good video today on youtube. Something about a failed password for a guy's WOW account. He couldn't get into his account, and it looks like his roommate was watching him be frustrated, and filming him.
The guy was so frustrated.
It was funny to watch, and scary, too.
The guy was 'raging'...shaking his arms in frustration, shouting bad words, trying again and again to make his password work, and being frustrated, while his roommate was pretending to be calm...the roommate was probably the one who changed the password as a goof, with plans to film him.
It worked really well; it turned out to be a good video.
I was laughing.
The video got two million hits so far.
Impressive.
( I was thinking of saying how the roommate 'fucked with the password'. It is way more satisfying to say things how I normally talk, but I am trying to keep this blog relatively clean. They say 'fuck' a lot in the video I was watching on youtube. This whole thing about putting restrictions on profanity is ridiculous. The only people who seem to care are over-protective moms, who don't really do it to protect their kids, they do it for power, because they have none in their lives. That is sad. I hate all these watchdog groups to see if certain programs are suitable...fuck it. If you don't like the program, don't watch it, lady. Sheez. Some people want to ruin it for everybody else. )
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Ms. Crabtree was the very sexy and cute teacher on 'Little Rascals'.
I think the busdriver on South Park uses that name, the fat one who was killed off. No one cared about her anymore anyhow.
After I thought about it, Miss Krobopel, Bart's teacher, could be a variant of crab apple, thus referencing Ms. Crabtree in a different way. It works.
Ms. Crabtree was hot, and if you were a 'Little Rascals' fan, she was one of the good things.
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