Okay, I am here. I am still trying to wake up. I feel groggy. I did do some drinking last night. I did my clone wars thing when I got home, and I did it again this morning, and now I am at the cafe with the lap top. It is my power station of writing, because each word is a bullet into your brain.
I just hung out Marco. He is a great friend. He is talented and really funny. He plays guitar and is my mortal enemy in Magic The Gathering every Sunday.
Anyway, we had a good war last night.
The other guy we play the game with is a person who wishes to remain anonymous, so I don't talk about him much, though I would like to. He is really funny, too.
We all like Monty Python and Magic, so it is all good times.
Meanwhile, I have to figure out what to do with my life. I also need a way to survive. I need to figure this out very soon. My time is running out.
I would like to be an artist, and I can do that right now by standing outside and trying to sell art. It gets cold out there after a while, and there is no bathroom around, and my coffee runs out pretty fast. I was thinking, though that I could set up outside the studio building, and give that a try again. It might be fun. Even to be out there for an hour a day might be good.
I am sitting in a new place today. Thank god I have an extension cord. It allows me to sit anywhere in this front room. It is nice to have options.
I can see people walk in through the front door. It is nice whenever a nice lady walks in and brightens up the room.
I am also in a position where people can glance and look at what I am doing. It is annoying that people do that. They never say anything, but I can feel that they glance, and make a judgment about me and my work, and toss me off and put me into their discard pile, and are done with me. It is never enough to impress them. Only over time do people see all the work I have done, and then all I get is a 'wtf'? People suck sometimes, you know.
Anyway, Marco took off. We had our conversation. He has things to do, and so do I.
I am still trying to wake up. It just isn't happening yet.
I am still waiting for my money from the bank. I need it asap. In the meantime, I have to get my s*** together, and that won't be easy.
I did meet a couple from Chile last night. They wanted to talk about Karl Marx, and that is not my area of expertise. I told them that I need to read up on him, yet they wanted to keep talking about him. Anyway, I got a gin and tonic out of the deal.
As promised, I will look up Karl Marx today, and inform myself a little more about him. It's been a while since his name has come up, except with The Marx Brothers.
Anyway, it is a good day, and the sun is coming out.
I wrote my piece for my 'Clone Wars Adventures' blog, but I will have to go over it when my head is more clear.
I am a mess today. I did some drinking last night, and I am going to do some drinking today. You see, I found a half bottle of Schmirnoff vodka and a brand new container of cranberry juice, so it is time for vodka crans today. Might as well, it is Christmas, the most depressing, tear-soaked mushy time of the year.
The people from Chile also talked about....well..the guy was into The Pittsburgh Steelers, but the girl was more astute. It all started when I drew a napkin drawing of them. Things that we talked about included ...100 Years of Solitude, Charles Bukowski, Freedom of Speech, Why 'Howl' is important ( The football guy didn't get it at all...he was a bonehead about literature ), Edgar Allen Poe, politics...The conversation kind of became a jumbled mess because of the booze, but it was pretty fun.
I watched the football fans in the bar last night, and I listened to them talk...and I really want no part of it. All of their male bonding, bro-speak, slaps on the back...for what? A freakin' football game? For that? Really? You are going to be a bonehead and sacrifice your intellect so you can bond with guys and drink beer?
So, it is war.
People are brain washed and programmed.
I am starting to realize that each word I write is a bullet into your brain.
I have lots of guns and ammo that I will shoot with, too.
I have an armory filled, not with real ammunition, but with books.
Anyway...
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Dirty Talk stopped for consideration of adsense
A: I guess we could have a real dirty and filthy conversation.
B: Yeah, I guess could.
A: Oh, I noticed we are still on an adsense blog.
B: Yeah, we have to switch to the adult one.
A: Yeah, we had better do that right away.
B: Yeah, you are right. The two lawyer lady MILFs are still sitting there talking, so we had better switch to the other one.
A: Yeah.
B: Yeah, I guess could.
A: Oh, I noticed we are still on an adsense blog.
B: Yeah, we have to switch to the adult one.
A: Yeah, we had better do that right away.
B: Yeah, you are right. The two lawyer lady MILFs are still sitting there talking, so we had better switch to the other one.
A: Yeah.
Recovery Mode, and More Between A and B
Hello. I am in recovery mode.
Suffice it to say, it was another drunken night for me.
It was a good time, and I found out that a woman would rather die of cancer than fuck her longtime friend of ten years or me.
Funny, huh?
Anyway, I drew lots of girls, and got to talk to them.
They liked the drawings.
* * *
Okay, good times. I had fun talking to Marco. He is a funny guy. He has a pretty good sense of humor. It took a while with his Finnish, but he is getting pretty adept at English, and he is projecting his voice more, which is good.
Also, I understand him more.
Anyway, we talked about our normal smack stuff.
You know what? I have to go out there and sell art. And, I have to sell a lot. It ain't no joke. I have to make money. It is serious. I have to do this or die.
I don't want to die, so I have to sell art.
I certainly don't want to work a crummy job.
That would suck ass.
Anyway, I'm about ready for my second cup of coffee.
* * *
It is Sunday. It is an overcast, cold day. I have no reason for writing about how the day is. That is just what people do, they talk about the weather, which I find to be a pretty boring subject unless a person knows what they are talking about.
Amy is working today. She is more of a quiet, introspective person. She does things at her own pace. She doesn't care that I sit in here for hours on one or two cups of coffee.
The main thing I have to do today is get my Magic cards together. I want to kill my opponents tonight.
Maybe I will do some street art again. It can't hurt. Even just going out there for an hour a day might help.
I am still pretty trashed from last night, but I feel fine.
I talk about writing dialogues but I don't do them much. It is hard to get into that mode.
I could also write for the stage, and for the screen.
I could also write poems.
I can write lyrics.
So much to do. All I have to do is actually begin, and see what happens.
Who cares if it is any good at this point?
* * *
A: Hey, how is it going?
B: Fine, how are you?
A: Fine.
B: Hey, should we have an absolutely perverted and wrong dialogue?
A: No. This is a monetized blog.
B: Oh yeah, they don't like adult material.
A: That is true.
B: Well, what should we talk about then?
A: Well, we could talk about how it is wise to only talk in short sentences so that the line of dialogue doesn't screw up the blog like this one just did.
B: Yeah, we could talk about that.
A: Maybe I ought to go out and have a cigarette?
B: Yeah, maybe you should. I'll keep writing while you do that.
A: Okay.
B: It is great that I will be out there smoking, and you will be in here writing.
A: Yeah, I've finally figured out how to be in two places at once.
B: Well, you know what? I finally figured out X-Ray vision. I can finally see through clothes.
A: Cool. Tell me if you see any natural blonds.
B: Okay. brb
A: Okay.
B: I was just out there smoking.
A: How did it go? While you were gone, too MILFs just sat down next to me.
B: Yup, a blond and a black-haired woman.
A: It looks like they are chatting away.
B: I don't know about what, though.
A: Meanwhile, I just noticed that a girl glanced at the screen.
B: Yup, she saw that I was writing a blog about the cafe.
A: Yup, she was cute, too.
B: Yeah, but she was with a guy.
A: Yup.
B: So anyway, I thought about how my art lady friend wanted to be drawn sexy and naked, so I rushed back to my place at the bar, and drew her naked on a napkin. She loved it. She wanted to be drawn more beautifully than her daughter, and more sexy.
A: Yeah, I had no idea that there is this mother-daughter competition thing. They want to outdo one another.
B: Yup, it is true. Fathers and sons do it, too.
A: Yup.
B: Anyway, I actually do want to draw her naked. Maybe I will get a chance someday.
A: Maybe, you never know in this world.
B: That is true.
A: So what do you want to talk about now?
B: I don't know, I have to go soon, and get on Clone Wars and hang out. I also have to assemble some Magic decks so I can destroy and annihilate my opponents. I am sick of losing. I have a couple of surprises this week that I am sure will give them that, "Holy F, I'm about to lose.." stone-cold look on their face. You know you are winning when things get suddenly silent at the table. It sure beats losing that is for sure.
A: Sounds like fun. I'm just going to do my thing today, and lay low.
B: That sounds like fun, too.
A: The problem with Magic, is sometimes I would rather just be drawing.
B: Yeah, that is pretty fun.
A: Yeah.
B: It was fun to draw last night.
A: Yeah, it was.
B: At least it is a way for people to recognize my talent.
A: Yeah, that is important if you want to be a famous artist.
B: So, I guess we'll have to my other blog that is set for adults if we are to have a dirty filthy conversation.
A: Yeah, I suppose you are right.
B: I don't know if I want to do that right now. I'm still listening to the MILFs talk. I still have no idea what they are talking about. They are just sitting there going at it. When I talk, I like to stand out on the sidewalk with my friends for a cigarette. I don't like to sit at a table and talk without doing anything else. I like to keep busy. I don't have the time to sit there and talk for hours. I have to make my time count for something.
A: Yeah. So anyhow, that would be awesome to get to the point where I am making a dollar a day on the web.
B: Yeah, that would be rad.
A: Yeah, it would.
B: Ideally, to make $100 a day would be awesome.
A: Yeah, it would. I don't know how I am going to do that, though.
B: Yeah, neither do I. It is a tremendous challenge to achieve that.
A: Yes, it would be. However, people do that, so why don't we?
B: The two ladies seem to be involved in law talk. Maybe one of them is a lawyer, I am not sure. The black-haired lady has knee-high sex boots. It is pretty dang cute. She seems to be the lawyer type. I wonder what a night of ecstasy with her would be like?
A: I can only imagine that it would be some serious sex.
B: Indeed, but hey, we have to keep this blog clean.
A: Yeah, I suppose we do, but that ain't much fun.
B: No, it isn't. However, it has to be somewhat clean for it to have some kind of value.
A: A lot of people do hentai art, and they make money off of that.
B: That is true.
A: The rules seem to have changed.
B: Yeah, they have.
A: I guess it would suck if you were a girl living at home, and you are naked on bed with your laptop, and either your father or mother walks in while you are doing sex chat.
B: Yeah, that has actually happened. Funny, huh?
A: Yeah, it is.
B: What is absolutely fantastic is that there is no limit to how long this dialogue can be. We are no longer limited. There is no paper to worry about.
A: Yeah, that is great. We could keep this dialogue going in definitely, or start a new blog, no problem.
B: Yeah, that is really cool.
A: Yeah, but at some point, we will have to come up with characters.
B: Yeah, that would be cool.
A: Indeed.
B: Yeah, the sky is the limit, there, too.
A: Yeah, it is great. But are we just monkeys at a typewriter?
B: Possibly. But we are human, too. Also, the people who read this might be monkeys.
A: I never thought of that.
B: Yeah, we could be monkeys writing for other monkeys, because I have definitely seen that people don't know how to read or write much. They do all this chat speak s***, and it is hard to have a real conversation. They just talk a lot of smack.
A: Yeah...sometimes it is fun, though.
B: Yeah, but some people just aren't good at expressing themselves.
A: They are young. They don't know any better.
B: True. That's why I have to learn them whether they like it or not, because I am sick of them not writing well. They are in school, they should know better.
A: Yeah, but they don't.
B: Hey, those two MILFs are still talking.
A: Yeah, the black-haired lady is pretty cut.
B: Yeah, I noticed.
A: Maybe it is time for a break.
B: Yeah. It might be a good place to stop.
A: Agreed.
Suffice it to say, it was another drunken night for me.
It was a good time, and I found out that a woman would rather die of cancer than fuck her longtime friend of ten years or me.
Funny, huh?
Anyway, I drew lots of girls, and got to talk to them.
They liked the drawings.
* * *
Okay, good times. I had fun talking to Marco. He is a funny guy. He has a pretty good sense of humor. It took a while with his Finnish, but he is getting pretty adept at English, and he is projecting his voice more, which is good.
Also, I understand him more.
Anyway, we talked about our normal smack stuff.
You know what? I have to go out there and sell art. And, I have to sell a lot. It ain't no joke. I have to make money. It is serious. I have to do this or die.
I don't want to die, so I have to sell art.
I certainly don't want to work a crummy job.
That would suck ass.
Anyway, I'm about ready for my second cup of coffee.
* * *
It is Sunday. It is an overcast, cold day. I have no reason for writing about how the day is. That is just what people do, they talk about the weather, which I find to be a pretty boring subject unless a person knows what they are talking about.
Amy is working today. She is more of a quiet, introspective person. She does things at her own pace. She doesn't care that I sit in here for hours on one or two cups of coffee.
The main thing I have to do today is get my Magic cards together. I want to kill my opponents tonight.
Maybe I will do some street art again. It can't hurt. Even just going out there for an hour a day might help.
I am still pretty trashed from last night, but I feel fine.
I talk about writing dialogues but I don't do them much. It is hard to get into that mode.
I could also write for the stage, and for the screen.
I could also write poems.
I can write lyrics.
So much to do. All I have to do is actually begin, and see what happens.
Who cares if it is any good at this point?
* * *
A: Hey, how is it going?
B: Fine, how are you?
A: Fine.
B: Hey, should we have an absolutely perverted and wrong dialogue?
A: No. This is a monetized blog.
B: Oh yeah, they don't like adult material.
A: That is true.
B: Well, what should we talk about then?
A: Well, we could talk about how it is wise to only talk in short sentences so that the line of dialogue doesn't screw up the blog like this one just did.
B: Yeah, we could talk about that.
A: Maybe I ought to go out and have a cigarette?
B: Yeah, maybe you should. I'll keep writing while you do that.
A: Okay.
B: It is great that I will be out there smoking, and you will be in here writing.
A: Yeah, I've finally figured out how to be in two places at once.
B: Well, you know what? I finally figured out X-Ray vision. I can finally see through clothes.
A: Cool. Tell me if you see any natural blonds.
B: Okay. brb
A: Okay.
B: I was just out there smoking.
A: How did it go? While you were gone, too MILFs just sat down next to me.
B: Yup, a blond and a black-haired woman.
A: It looks like they are chatting away.
B: I don't know about what, though.
A: Meanwhile, I just noticed that a girl glanced at the screen.
B: Yup, she saw that I was writing a blog about the cafe.
A: Yup, she was cute, too.
B: Yeah, but she was with a guy.
A: Yup.
B: So anyway, I thought about how my art lady friend wanted to be drawn sexy and naked, so I rushed back to my place at the bar, and drew her naked on a napkin. She loved it. She wanted to be drawn more beautifully than her daughter, and more sexy.
A: Yeah, I had no idea that there is this mother-daughter competition thing. They want to outdo one another.
B: Yup, it is true. Fathers and sons do it, too.
A: Yup.
B: Anyway, I actually do want to draw her naked. Maybe I will get a chance someday.
A: Maybe, you never know in this world.
B: That is true.
A: So what do you want to talk about now?
B: I don't know, I have to go soon, and get on Clone Wars and hang out. I also have to assemble some Magic decks so I can destroy and annihilate my opponents. I am sick of losing. I have a couple of surprises this week that I am sure will give them that, "Holy F, I'm about to lose.." stone-cold look on their face. You know you are winning when things get suddenly silent at the table. It sure beats losing that is for sure.
A: Sounds like fun. I'm just going to do my thing today, and lay low.
B: That sounds like fun, too.
A: The problem with Magic, is sometimes I would rather just be drawing.
B: Yeah, that is pretty fun.
A: Yeah.
B: It was fun to draw last night.
A: Yeah, it was.
B: At least it is a way for people to recognize my talent.
A: Yeah, that is important if you want to be a famous artist.
B: So, I guess we'll have to my other blog that is set for adults if we are to have a dirty filthy conversation.
A: Yeah, I suppose you are right.
B: I don't know if I want to do that right now. I'm still listening to the MILFs talk. I still have no idea what they are talking about. They are just sitting there going at it. When I talk, I like to stand out on the sidewalk with my friends for a cigarette. I don't like to sit at a table and talk without doing anything else. I like to keep busy. I don't have the time to sit there and talk for hours. I have to make my time count for something.
A: Yeah. So anyhow, that would be awesome to get to the point where I am making a dollar a day on the web.
B: Yeah, that would be rad.
A: Yeah, it would.
B: Ideally, to make $100 a day would be awesome.
A: Yeah, it would. I don't know how I am going to do that, though.
B: Yeah, neither do I. It is a tremendous challenge to achieve that.
A: Yes, it would be. However, people do that, so why don't we?
B: The two ladies seem to be involved in law talk. Maybe one of them is a lawyer, I am not sure. The black-haired lady has knee-high sex boots. It is pretty dang cute. She seems to be the lawyer type. I wonder what a night of ecstasy with her would be like?
A: I can only imagine that it would be some serious sex.
B: Indeed, but hey, we have to keep this blog clean.
A: Yeah, I suppose we do, but that ain't much fun.
B: No, it isn't. However, it has to be somewhat clean for it to have some kind of value.
A: A lot of people do hentai art, and they make money off of that.
B: That is true.
A: The rules seem to have changed.
B: Yeah, they have.
A: I guess it would suck if you were a girl living at home, and you are naked on bed with your laptop, and either your father or mother walks in while you are doing sex chat.
B: Yeah, that has actually happened. Funny, huh?
A: Yeah, it is.
B: What is absolutely fantastic is that there is no limit to how long this dialogue can be. We are no longer limited. There is no paper to worry about.
A: Yeah, that is great. We could keep this dialogue going in definitely, or start a new blog, no problem.
B: Yeah, that is really cool.
A: Yeah, but at some point, we will have to come up with characters.
B: Yeah, that would be cool.
A: Indeed.
B: Yeah, the sky is the limit, there, too.
A: Yeah, it is great. But are we just monkeys at a typewriter?
B: Possibly. But we are human, too. Also, the people who read this might be monkeys.
A: I never thought of that.
B: Yeah, we could be monkeys writing for other monkeys, because I have definitely seen that people don't know how to read or write much. They do all this chat speak s***, and it is hard to have a real conversation. They just talk a lot of smack.
A: Yeah...sometimes it is fun, though.
B: Yeah, but some people just aren't good at expressing themselves.
A: They are young. They don't know any better.
B: True. That's why I have to learn them whether they like it or not, because I am sick of them not writing well. They are in school, they should know better.
A: Yeah, but they don't.
B: Hey, those two MILFs are still talking.
A: Yeah, the black-haired lady is pretty cut.
B: Yeah, I noticed.
A: Maybe it is time for a break.
B: Yeah. It might be a good place to stop.
A: Agreed.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Time is Running Short - "Quest for SC"
Time is running short. I have to go to 7-11 and buy some Station Cash cards for Clone Wars Adventures. It is Triple Station Cash day. That means that I can buy a $10 card, and it will give me $30 worth of value in the game.
For $30, I can get $90 worth of crap.
It is the most wonderful day of the year.
I might actually get $30 worth. That would be rad. The SC would last me a long time.
So, buying SC cards is my big task of the day that I absolutely must do. I want to do this. What is life without joy?
Anyway, I got my coffee, and that always makes me happy.
* * *
I just talked to the Lurking Informant. He gave me the information I needed about Snow Plains, Ice Hell, Quentin Tarentino, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Rock and Roll, Bottle Throwing at Concerts, and all kinds of stuff.
He said 'Ingolourious Basterds' was more of a comedy, and he doesn't like Brad Pitt much.
The main guy he doesn't like is Tom Cruise. He finds him to be really awful.
Then we talked about the Sex Pistols playing in Finland, and lots of people throwing bottles at them at their reunion tour in '96 because they were so bad.
So, there you go.
We have good talk sessions, and it is pretty funny.
It makes me think about all kinds of things.
Who you hang out with defines who you are.
* * *
Anyway, I am out of it right now. I'm still a little groggy. I had some f**ked up dreams. I find that if I don't dream, there is no point in waking up, because then all my thoughts will be all messed up and disjointed.
I really am in no condition to work a job. I do stuff all day long, I'm up late, so everything is out of whack. I get a lot done, though.
My youtube channel has 241,000 hits now. It is going good. I am starting to break into the youtube consciousness. I still have a long way to go.
Some of these people really make some very entertaining videos. I watch as many as I can, and I'm always surprised at just how much good stuff there is. Of course, a lot of it is really bad, but even those can be interesting to watch.
It's all part of my research in any case.
I was wondering what was going to be my next video, and I already filmed one at the cafe about my Clone Wars blog. That will work just fine as my next video.
My problem is I am trying to get rid of a lot of photos on my computer, and make use of them, but then I keep adding new stuff.
Also, R.I.P. Star Wars Galaxies. 2002-2011. I had fun on that game, and I would have played it more, but new games kept coming out, and I can only play one game at a time.
I guess it would be nice to have two monitors so I can do facebook games at the same time, but maybe that would make it more confusing.
Quentin Tarentino is so knowledgeable about films, it is amazing. Maybe there is something to watching a lot of films. It worked for him.
He really loves films, and it shows.
He is a superfan of films.
His #1 film of all time is 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly'. I have seen it in the last year or two. It really is pretty good. Clint Eastwood gives a great performance, and the whole movie is gritty, and realistic.
In 'Bonanza', everybody's clothes are always ironed and pressed, and that makes no sense on a cattle farm.
* * *
The idea of making a movie on paper is starting to appeal to me. I can do it if I want. It just takes time, like everything in this world.
I guess the idea is to make the movie that I myself would want to see. I wonder what that would be at this point? I have no idea.
I guess I would want lots of scantily clad babes in my film, though. That would be cool.
* * *
I don't know what anything means any more. All I know is I have to keep going, or die trying.
It was good listening to Tarentino talk. It shows to me that knowledge can be gotten from films, and that I had better start watching them all.
It really does take concentrated effort to watch a film, that's why I like to go watch a movie by myself. so I can think about it in my own way, without worrying about what the person next to me thinks.
My oldest brother always used to look at me during a film to see what my reaction was to something that was happening on screen. That was so annoying.
* * *
It is a nice day, and time is running out. I have to leave soon, but not yet. I am still trying to catch my dreams, and see what there is to sift through in my mind.
I sure haven't been making much art lately. I haven't had any ideas lately on what to do with it all.
I am sure I will come up with something. Maybe my bike ride will help me to think some new things. It might jar up what is bottled inside.
I watched a twenty minute hentai video last night. I was fascinated. Too bad it didn't have subtitles. I wanted to know what the hell they were talking about. There was an usual amount of talking in this video. The cartoon characters did everything, too. They went around the world of each other, if you know what I mean.
It makes me laugh thinking of the animators who went to all the trouble of doing this animation. I guess there is enough of a market for this kind of animation in Japan to justify them doing it. This kind of work just doesn't happen in America for some reason.
Well, it is best that I get going. I have a quest to obtain some Station Cash from 7-11. It is the most important thing I will do today. I also have to go to the ATM and pull out some money. It is a serious quest.
Wish me luck.
Also, 'Hello Russia.'
For $30, I can get $90 worth of crap.
It is the most wonderful day of the year.
I might actually get $30 worth. That would be rad. The SC would last me a long time.
So, buying SC cards is my big task of the day that I absolutely must do. I want to do this. What is life without joy?
Anyway, I got my coffee, and that always makes me happy.
* * *
I just talked to the Lurking Informant. He gave me the information I needed about Snow Plains, Ice Hell, Quentin Tarentino, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Rock and Roll, Bottle Throwing at Concerts, and all kinds of stuff.
He said 'Ingolourious Basterds' was more of a comedy, and he doesn't like Brad Pitt much.
The main guy he doesn't like is Tom Cruise. He finds him to be really awful.
Then we talked about the Sex Pistols playing in Finland, and lots of people throwing bottles at them at their reunion tour in '96 because they were so bad.
So, there you go.
We have good talk sessions, and it is pretty funny.
It makes me think about all kinds of things.
Who you hang out with defines who you are.
* * *
Anyway, I am out of it right now. I'm still a little groggy. I had some f**ked up dreams. I find that if I don't dream, there is no point in waking up, because then all my thoughts will be all messed up and disjointed.
I really am in no condition to work a job. I do stuff all day long, I'm up late, so everything is out of whack. I get a lot done, though.
My youtube channel has 241,000 hits now. It is going good. I am starting to break into the youtube consciousness. I still have a long way to go.
Some of these people really make some very entertaining videos. I watch as many as I can, and I'm always surprised at just how much good stuff there is. Of course, a lot of it is really bad, but even those can be interesting to watch.
It's all part of my research in any case.
I was wondering what was going to be my next video, and I already filmed one at the cafe about my Clone Wars blog. That will work just fine as my next video.
My problem is I am trying to get rid of a lot of photos on my computer, and make use of them, but then I keep adding new stuff.
Also, R.I.P. Star Wars Galaxies. 2002-2011. I had fun on that game, and I would have played it more, but new games kept coming out, and I can only play one game at a time.
I guess it would be nice to have two monitors so I can do facebook games at the same time, but maybe that would make it more confusing.
Quentin Tarentino is so knowledgeable about films, it is amazing. Maybe there is something to watching a lot of films. It worked for him.
He really loves films, and it shows.
He is a superfan of films.
His #1 film of all time is 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly'. I have seen it in the last year or two. It really is pretty good. Clint Eastwood gives a great performance, and the whole movie is gritty, and realistic.
In 'Bonanza', everybody's clothes are always ironed and pressed, and that makes no sense on a cattle farm.
* * *
The idea of making a movie on paper is starting to appeal to me. I can do it if I want. It just takes time, like everything in this world.
I guess the idea is to make the movie that I myself would want to see. I wonder what that would be at this point? I have no idea.
I guess I would want lots of scantily clad babes in my film, though. That would be cool.
* * *
I don't know what anything means any more. All I know is I have to keep going, or die trying.
It was good listening to Tarentino talk. It shows to me that knowledge can be gotten from films, and that I had better start watching them all.
It really does take concentrated effort to watch a film, that's why I like to go watch a movie by myself. so I can think about it in my own way, without worrying about what the person next to me thinks.
My oldest brother always used to look at me during a film to see what my reaction was to something that was happening on screen. That was so annoying.
* * *
It is a nice day, and time is running out. I have to leave soon, but not yet. I am still trying to catch my dreams, and see what there is to sift through in my mind.
I sure haven't been making much art lately. I haven't had any ideas lately on what to do with it all.
I am sure I will come up with something. Maybe my bike ride will help me to think some new things. It might jar up what is bottled inside.
I watched a twenty minute hentai video last night. I was fascinated. Too bad it didn't have subtitles. I wanted to know what the hell they were talking about. There was an usual amount of talking in this video. The cartoon characters did everything, too. They went around the world of each other, if you know what I mean.
It makes me laugh thinking of the animators who went to all the trouble of doing this animation. I guess there is enough of a market for this kind of animation in Japan to justify them doing it. This kind of work just doesn't happen in America for some reason.
Well, it is best that I get going. I have a quest to obtain some Station Cash from 7-11. It is the most important thing I will do today. I also have to go to the ATM and pull out some money. It is a serious quest.
Wish me luck.
Also, 'Hello Russia.'
Friday, December 16, 2011
Cafes: The Gathering Place for Talk and Ideas
That is one of the first things the Nazis went after was the cafes where people met and gathered to talk about things. They wanted to stop communication at the source.
That is why cafes are important, where ideas can flow freely.
I come here to absorb as much as I do to create.
I feel the energy of other people, and it informs me.
It takes me out of myself.
It allows me for a brief time to experience the thoughts of other people instead of being in my own head all the time, which can be quite stifling.
To be alone too much is to go insane.
Plants need water, air, sunlight, and nutrients to live.
So do human beings.
If you think of a human being as a lake, it needs an input and an output stream in order to keep the lake fresh. Otherwise, it can become a swamp, which comes to think of it, has a lot of life, there, too.
Okay, there goes that argument.
Well, I guess you have to decide on what kind of body of water you are. A stagnant lake, or one that is brimming with life and activity.
It is up to you.
Hey, burn any books lately? To not read them is the same.
Trust me, books won't hurt you.
There is a fear of books these days, because they have a tendency to make the reader think in new ways, and people like to be where there are.
If a cafe doesn't make you think in new ways each time you go there, it isn't doing its job.
I used to read about all of my favorite artists meeting in cafes, and discussing the ideas of the day. I really got into it. I still believe in it.
I saw a bus advertising a Pisarro exhibition. That stuff still matters to people.
Pissaro is a good artist, I like his work.
I read a story of his life, but I lost the book on the bus, much to the disappointment of my mother, for it was her book, and she never got to finish reading it. Ooops. Now my mother is dead, and I don't think she ever got to read that story, unless she checked it out from the library. I don't think she ever bought another copy of it, sad to say. I blew that one.
I later lost one of my grandmother's books on the bus. It was a hundred year old little story book, not worth much, but I felt bad about it for years. I was so stupid and confused with everything going on.
At least I wasn't the kid who knocked over a 5000 year old ceramic, and said to his master, "You know how nothing lasts forever?"
"Yes."
"Well, I just accidentally broke your ceramic bowl."
Great would be his patience to not be mad at the child. I don't know how The Master of Philosophy reacted, it wasn't in the story, but there is a great lesson there.
* * *
So, I grew up excited to go hang out at cafes and talk about important ideas and have heated discussions about things that really mattered.
I'm lucky to get in a good talk about Magic The Gathering, much less art.
I guess I will take what I can get.
That is why cafes are important, where ideas can flow freely.
I come here to absorb as much as I do to create.
I feel the energy of other people, and it informs me.
It takes me out of myself.
It allows me for a brief time to experience the thoughts of other people instead of being in my own head all the time, which can be quite stifling.
To be alone too much is to go insane.
Plants need water, air, sunlight, and nutrients to live.
So do human beings.
If you think of a human being as a lake, it needs an input and an output stream in order to keep the lake fresh. Otherwise, it can become a swamp, which comes to think of it, has a lot of life, there, too.
Okay, there goes that argument.
Well, I guess you have to decide on what kind of body of water you are. A stagnant lake, or one that is brimming with life and activity.
It is up to you.
Hey, burn any books lately? To not read them is the same.
Trust me, books won't hurt you.
There is a fear of books these days, because they have a tendency to make the reader think in new ways, and people like to be where there are.
If a cafe doesn't make you think in new ways each time you go there, it isn't doing its job.
I used to read about all of my favorite artists meeting in cafes, and discussing the ideas of the day. I really got into it. I still believe in it.
I saw a bus advertising a Pisarro exhibition. That stuff still matters to people.
Pissaro is a good artist, I like his work.
I read a story of his life, but I lost the book on the bus, much to the disappointment of my mother, for it was her book, and she never got to finish reading it. Ooops. Now my mother is dead, and I don't think she ever got to read that story, unless she checked it out from the library. I don't think she ever bought another copy of it, sad to say. I blew that one.
I later lost one of my grandmother's books on the bus. It was a hundred year old little story book, not worth much, but I felt bad about it for years. I was so stupid and confused with everything going on.
At least I wasn't the kid who knocked over a 5000 year old ceramic, and said to his master, "You know how nothing lasts forever?"
"Yes."
"Well, I just accidentally broke your ceramic bowl."
Great would be his patience to not be mad at the child. I don't know how The Master of Philosophy reacted, it wasn't in the story, but there is a great lesson there.
* * *
So, I grew up excited to go hang out at cafes and talk about important ideas and have heated discussions about things that really mattered.
I'm lucky to get in a good talk about Magic The Gathering, much less art.
I guess I will take what I can get.
Potato Soup and Bread
It is another day. I got my coffee. I got my laptop here at the cafe. I got time. I got my books and drawing pad with me, and life is good.
That would be rad to be a Professional Blogger. The most encouraging thing I heard was on The Howard Stern Show where it was mentioned that a blogger made $24,000 in a year. That is amazing and incredible. How did he do it? To me, sitting in a cafe all day, writing about what ever you want seems like the most awesome job in the world, it really does. If the money is coming in, it would pay for coffee and food and rent. That sounds awesome to me.
I don't know if this particular blog has much appeal to people, and for me right now, it all doesn't matter. All I know is that it is working.
Little by little, I am getting hits.
Entries that I have written are starting to find their way onto the web. That is all that matters to me.
With the fact that I can edit the posts at any time to improve them gives me an unprecedented ability with my writing.
It is like writing an article for a magazine two years ago, and being able to change what was published.
It is the wow factor.
I am preferring blogs to websites by far. My art website isn't doing much of anything. Why would anybody waste their time there? No reason. Plus, I don't feel it really represents me as an artist, whereas the blog does for anyone who wants to dig into what I am about, which I admit isn't much of everything, but I have a good time, so what does it matter?
It is hard to think when there is a song with words in it. I was doing fine when the classical music was playing. Now I have to think about what the singer has to say, and it isn't much of anything. It sounds good, but it just sounds like the girl is swooning over her cat or something, or how fun it is to shop.
It basically costs $2.00 for each cup of coffee here, so I'm really interested in generating income. Some days I drink two cups if I am on a roll, and that often happens.
Some blogs I've seen have a lot of pictures, and maybe a line of type under each picture. It is rare to find both good pictures and good writing on a blog.
There is something I think about as far as the web goes, and that is there is such a huge under-age audience, that it is good to provide content intended for kids. Let's put it this way...most of my hits on youtube comes from either music videos I have made or with videos relating to 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
This has helped a lot with the visibility of some of my other videos.
My brother Mike has a website for his comic book work, and it is really difficult to explain to him that just having a website isn't enough. I hate to see nothing happen, but it looks like to me that is how it is going to go for him.
It is hard to explain to anybody how to be successful on the web. It takes a lot of work and dedication. Plus, doing it once a week isn't enough. You have to do it every day.
A little every day is better than a ton of stuff once a week.
I don't have to worry much about my brother Mike finding out that I just wrote about him. No one in my family really keeps up with what I do on the web.
One of these days, they will be the last to know.
It would be funny if somebody went up to one of my siblings and said, "Hey, are you David's brother? Yeah, he's the guy with 1500 videos on youtube."
"Hey, you've got to hide your love away."
I've always liked that song. It sends chills down my spine, and seems to be such a simple song. It's just arranged well.
I'm still not crazy about John Lennon's drawings, but he knew what rock and roll was about. Overall, he was a true artist.
Too bad he's gone.
He probably would have died of natural causes by now if he hadn't of been shot.
It's a quiet day in here today, and I am thankful for that. I've actually been able to think in here today, which isn't always the case.
Sometimes people go out of their way to be annoying in here.
Polite is the person who keeps their talk volume at conversation level.
Inconsiderate and Rude is the person who has to let everyone know they just walked into the cafe and force everybody to listen to them.
I guess I could start a joke blog about religion, but I think I would get bored after two entries.
I am trying to think of other blogs I could create. I seem to be doing well with the ones I got.
I wish I could have websites that to monetize, too. I am not good with building websites.
There are things that I am not doing to be successful on the web. Little tricks I haven't realized yet.
My main purpose with buying a computer was to someday earn enough money on the web to pay for it. I still have not done it yet, and it has been nine years.
All I want to do is to sit at the cafe and at home and do some work that is useful to someone and get paid for it. That isn't too much to ask.
Also, I am starting to realize that one good thing to do on the web is to just go for it, with what ever you want to do.
No one can toot your horn except you.
Also, I am a nobody. I mean that in the sense that I haven't really convinced anybody of my talent yet. I've been doing art for twenty years, but who cares? People would rather look at a girl in stormtrooper gear than they would my art.
To be an artist doesn't matter to anyone, not with stupid movies like 'Twilite' making $500,000. That is just sick. I hear those movies aren't even any good, but the kids like that **it.
( Yes, it is amazing that I can't say the S word on this blog, but it is just how it is. Blogger doesn't like it for monetized blogs. Amazing, but true. The S word is an adult word, though I have heard kids say it since the third grade. )
I guess I was a little bastard as a kid. I thought my way was the only way, because that is all I knew.
The philosophy of my mother turned out to be a let down.
I guess I come from a pretty conservative family, but I don't feel any of that at all in terms of being relevant to anything.
A square peg fitting into a round hole?
There came a day when I didn't fit into their peg board.
Even now, I find that I am still mind-washed by Mormonism. Some things I can not undo. It is hard-wired into me pretty severely. It is who I am, to have all of these residual effects. They aren't doing me much of any good. It kind of creeps me out knowing that the religion I was raised in just isn't true at all. Just because a person believes something doesn't make it true.
Time for a smoke. Some guy is talking loud, and I don't want to hear him.
The musician guy just walked in. He wears boots. He needs people to hear him with every step. He talks across the cafe. Meanwhile, I've heard him play. He sucks. He is a poser. He'll never get anywhere.
Anyway, I was thinking more about stuff outside. I saw a black Impala. It is a beautiful car. This was one looked shiny new. It was gorgeous. I took a picture. My laptop doesn't load too well from my 2.0 camera anymore, so I gave up.
I've begun getting serious about blogging at home again instead of being on a video game all day long.
While at the cafe, I allow myself time to play Monopoly Millionaires. That is the only one I play while I am here. The internet is slow here, so it isn't much fun to even do facebook games.
It is an ideal situation to get me to blog, though.
I guess I haven't even started to explore what I can do with blogs yet. There are lots of format options.
I have seen some pretty fancy blogs and websites with astounding window dressing, only to get disappointed by the actual content. People get sucked into all that stuff. I admit it is appealing. However, what I am offering is Potato Soup and Bread. It is really plain and boring. Sometimes, if you give it a chance, it is the most awesome thing you've ever eaten in your life.
I love to drink booze periodically. There are always those days, though, where a simple glass of water is the best drink of all time. This is what I am talking about.
Same goes for an apple.
That would be rad to be a Professional Blogger. The most encouraging thing I heard was on The Howard Stern Show where it was mentioned that a blogger made $24,000 in a year. That is amazing and incredible. How did he do it? To me, sitting in a cafe all day, writing about what ever you want seems like the most awesome job in the world, it really does. If the money is coming in, it would pay for coffee and food and rent. That sounds awesome to me.
I don't know if this particular blog has much appeal to people, and for me right now, it all doesn't matter. All I know is that it is working.
Little by little, I am getting hits.
Entries that I have written are starting to find their way onto the web. That is all that matters to me.
With the fact that I can edit the posts at any time to improve them gives me an unprecedented ability with my writing.
It is like writing an article for a magazine two years ago, and being able to change what was published.
It is the wow factor.
I am preferring blogs to websites by far. My art website isn't doing much of anything. Why would anybody waste their time there? No reason. Plus, I don't feel it really represents me as an artist, whereas the blog does for anyone who wants to dig into what I am about, which I admit isn't much of everything, but I have a good time, so what does it matter?
It is hard to think when there is a song with words in it. I was doing fine when the classical music was playing. Now I have to think about what the singer has to say, and it isn't much of anything. It sounds good, but it just sounds like the girl is swooning over her cat or something, or how fun it is to shop.
It basically costs $2.00 for each cup of coffee here, so I'm really interested in generating income. Some days I drink two cups if I am on a roll, and that often happens.
Some blogs I've seen have a lot of pictures, and maybe a line of type under each picture. It is rare to find both good pictures and good writing on a blog.
There is something I think about as far as the web goes, and that is there is such a huge under-age audience, that it is good to provide content intended for kids. Let's put it this way...most of my hits on youtube comes from either music videos I have made or with videos relating to 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
This has helped a lot with the visibility of some of my other videos.
My brother Mike has a website for his comic book work, and it is really difficult to explain to him that just having a website isn't enough. I hate to see nothing happen, but it looks like to me that is how it is going to go for him.
It is hard to explain to anybody how to be successful on the web. It takes a lot of work and dedication. Plus, doing it once a week isn't enough. You have to do it every day.
A little every day is better than a ton of stuff once a week.
I don't have to worry much about my brother Mike finding out that I just wrote about him. No one in my family really keeps up with what I do on the web.
One of these days, they will be the last to know.
It would be funny if somebody went up to one of my siblings and said, "Hey, are you David's brother? Yeah, he's the guy with 1500 videos on youtube."
"Hey, you've got to hide your love away."
I've always liked that song. It sends chills down my spine, and seems to be such a simple song. It's just arranged well.
I'm still not crazy about John Lennon's drawings, but he knew what rock and roll was about. Overall, he was a true artist.
Too bad he's gone.
He probably would have died of natural causes by now if he hadn't of been shot.
It's a quiet day in here today, and I am thankful for that. I've actually been able to think in here today, which isn't always the case.
Sometimes people go out of their way to be annoying in here.
Polite is the person who keeps their talk volume at conversation level.
Inconsiderate and Rude is the person who has to let everyone know they just walked into the cafe and force everybody to listen to them.
I guess I could start a joke blog about religion, but I think I would get bored after two entries.
I am trying to think of other blogs I could create. I seem to be doing well with the ones I got.
I wish I could have websites that to monetize, too. I am not good with building websites.
There are things that I am not doing to be successful on the web. Little tricks I haven't realized yet.
My main purpose with buying a computer was to someday earn enough money on the web to pay for it. I still have not done it yet, and it has been nine years.
All I want to do is to sit at the cafe and at home and do some work that is useful to someone and get paid for it. That isn't too much to ask.
Also, I am starting to realize that one good thing to do on the web is to just go for it, with what ever you want to do.
No one can toot your horn except you.
Also, I am a nobody. I mean that in the sense that I haven't really convinced anybody of my talent yet. I've been doing art for twenty years, but who cares? People would rather look at a girl in stormtrooper gear than they would my art.
To be an artist doesn't matter to anyone, not with stupid movies like 'Twilite' making $500,000. That is just sick. I hear those movies aren't even any good, but the kids like that **it.
( Yes, it is amazing that I can't say the S word on this blog, but it is just how it is. Blogger doesn't like it for monetized blogs. Amazing, but true. The S word is an adult word, though I have heard kids say it since the third grade. )
I guess I was a little bastard as a kid. I thought my way was the only way, because that is all I knew.
The philosophy of my mother turned out to be a let down.
I guess I come from a pretty conservative family, but I don't feel any of that at all in terms of being relevant to anything.
A square peg fitting into a round hole?
There came a day when I didn't fit into their peg board.
Even now, I find that I am still mind-washed by Mormonism. Some things I can not undo. It is hard-wired into me pretty severely. It is who I am, to have all of these residual effects. They aren't doing me much of any good. It kind of creeps me out knowing that the religion I was raised in just isn't true at all. Just because a person believes something doesn't make it true.
Time for a smoke. Some guy is talking loud, and I don't want to hear him.
The musician guy just walked in. He wears boots. He needs people to hear him with every step. He talks across the cafe. Meanwhile, I've heard him play. He sucks. He is a poser. He'll never get anywhere.
Anyway, I was thinking more about stuff outside. I saw a black Impala. It is a beautiful car. This was one looked shiny new. It was gorgeous. I took a picture. My laptop doesn't load too well from my 2.0 camera anymore, so I gave up.
I've begun getting serious about blogging at home again instead of being on a video game all day long.
While at the cafe, I allow myself time to play Monopoly Millionaires. That is the only one I play while I am here. The internet is slow here, so it isn't much fun to even do facebook games.
It is an ideal situation to get me to blog, though.
I guess I haven't even started to explore what I can do with blogs yet. There are lots of format options.
I have seen some pretty fancy blogs and websites with astounding window dressing, only to get disappointed by the actual content. People get sucked into all that stuff. I admit it is appealing. However, what I am offering is Potato Soup and Bread. It is really plain and boring. Sometimes, if you give it a chance, it is the most awesome thing you've ever eaten in your life.
I love to drink booze periodically. There are always those days, though, where a simple glass of water is the best drink of all time. This is what I am talking about.
Same goes for an apple.
Bad Art is Better Than No Art At All
'At The Cafe' is just a working title. I didn't know what else to call it, and I still don't.
Basically, the cafe I type this at is Muddy Waters on Valencia near 16th Street in San Francisco. It is a nice place, and I like their coffee. Also, it is nearby my art studio.
The clientele is a mix of different people of varying economic levels and personalities.
They show art here, and it is a great space to do that.
I've been scheduled twice to have an art show here, but then they schedule somebody else by accident, or because of forgetfulness.
I don't even care anymore. It would just be a hassle to have an art show here, and I don't think anybody would buy anything anyway. No one has any money anymore, and I haven't been producing much art lately, in fact, none at all.
Anyway, I have been blogging a lot, though. I've really been enjoying it. That would be awesome to be a pro-blogger. I need a lot of hits for that, though.
So far, it seems to be working. I write blogs every day, and little by little, I get hits. It is encouraging. I like it.
I know if I produce good content that people will eventually notice.
What do people want to read in a blog? I have no idea, to be honest.
I looked at a blog yesterday that featured people in trucks waving American flags, with some angry rant speech that I didn't care to read. I don't get why people need an American flag to define their identity, but they do. I guess it describes their psychological space.
My idea with this blog is to just come here, sit down, start writing, and let the universe flow through me. I don't know if much of that will actually happen, but I get classical, jazz, or blues music to listen to for my trouble. Also, I get to be around people. This is the only time of the day when that happens. At night, I am pretty much isolated in my studio.
If you type in 'Princess Leia Naked' into Google, you might find a blog that is kind of a portal to cute and sexy Star Wars related pictures. Girls in stormtrooper armor, and in Leia slave gear, and all that. But then on the side, there were links to Star Wars hentai. I was amazed that there was plenty of this material.
There was also Hentai related to Tinkerbelle, Belle, Snow White, Cinderella, and The Little Mermaid. I can't tell you just how many people are really serious about this stuff. It seems to me to be all the rage. I would think hentai is becoming more and more popular in America, and that is good. At least it will make people think in a different way, possibly. I am sure The Walt Disney Company isn't too happy about hentai based on their characters, but there isn't much they can do about it if people are posting it on the web all the time.
Cartoon Porn in general is becoming more and more popular every day, I think. I've told some friends that I've seen 'Simpsons Porn', and one girl I told said, "I want to see that!" So, cartoon porn is not limited to gender. It actually makes sex images more palatable to female tastes.
It is all incredibly wrong with these cartoon images, and so right at the same time.
People love fictional characters, and then they have fantasies about them. Then they draw pictures, write stories, and photo shop things.
I just think it is hilarious that cartoon characters have sex lives.
They even made some sex cartoons during the thirties, so their is a whole history to it.
Then you had Tijuana Bibles, showing characters like Popeye and Olive Oyl doing the deed.
So much for American Values, which is one of the hoaxes of our time.
Anyway, I like all this stuff, and I think it is important that it exists. I think if it throws a wrench into people's engines, I'm all for it.
From what I understand, there is some Sarah Palin look-alike porn star. She wears the glasses, does up the hair, and wears those office suits. Well, I hear it is the #1 porn dvd.
The porn and sex industries seem to be doing really well in America. It exists in every state. Many government officials participate.
Some preacher was found dead with a red rubber ball in his mouth and a dildo up his ass. So much for religion....hahaha.
I hope the content on this blog entry isn't too much for Blogger and adsense. I read about stuff like this in the S.F. Weekly, just so you know.
I read The San Francisco Chronicle and The Examiner from time to time, but I don't credit them as being credible news sources. Not really. I don't trust them. They've let me down one too many times.
So, I don't know what it all means anymore. I think I will go outside and smoke a cigarette out on the sidewalk. It's a writer's tradition to smoke.
They also have Cartoon Furry Porn, and I can't really get into that.
Basically, they have Cartoon Porn for all characters. That's all my readers need to know. They can find it on the web themselves. It is not my place to show it here, but I want people to know about it.
I think overall that cartoon porn is a weapon against religion, and to help destroy conservative thoughts in your head which is the way they mindwash you. Plus, it is fun, and funny.
I should stop writing about this subject matter while I am behind. I always feel that the 1984 eye is on me, and it is a little disconcerting.
A woman just took a quick peek at my laptop screen and then turned her head quickly. It is so annoying. She has an Andy Warhol bag.
I'm trying to get down to The Philosophy of This Blog. I don't know if I can do that right now. I don't seem to have the language.
I am trying to sketch out what it means for a single person to sit in a public cafe, and why that should even matter to me, much less anyone reading what I write.
A comment about art is that often times, no one pays much attention to art when it is there all the time, but when it isn't, people innately feel that something is missing.
A recent saying I've come across is, "Bad Art is Better Than No Art At All." ( Oh yeah, I read that on the sign board at Specs, a local North Beach bar. They have some good sayings on that board often. I know the person who writes a lot of those sayings. )
Basically, the cafe I type this at is Muddy Waters on Valencia near 16th Street in San Francisco. It is a nice place, and I like their coffee. Also, it is nearby my art studio.
The clientele is a mix of different people of varying economic levels and personalities.
They show art here, and it is a great space to do that.
I've been scheduled twice to have an art show here, but then they schedule somebody else by accident, or because of forgetfulness.
I don't even care anymore. It would just be a hassle to have an art show here, and I don't think anybody would buy anything anyway. No one has any money anymore, and I haven't been producing much art lately, in fact, none at all.
Anyway, I have been blogging a lot, though. I've really been enjoying it. That would be awesome to be a pro-blogger. I need a lot of hits for that, though.
So far, it seems to be working. I write blogs every day, and little by little, I get hits. It is encouraging. I like it.
I know if I produce good content that people will eventually notice.
What do people want to read in a blog? I have no idea, to be honest.
I looked at a blog yesterday that featured people in trucks waving American flags, with some angry rant speech that I didn't care to read. I don't get why people need an American flag to define their identity, but they do. I guess it describes their psychological space.
My idea with this blog is to just come here, sit down, start writing, and let the universe flow through me. I don't know if much of that will actually happen, but I get classical, jazz, or blues music to listen to for my trouble. Also, I get to be around people. This is the only time of the day when that happens. At night, I am pretty much isolated in my studio.
If you type in 'Princess Leia Naked' into Google, you might find a blog that is kind of a portal to cute and sexy Star Wars related pictures. Girls in stormtrooper armor, and in Leia slave gear, and all that. But then on the side, there were links to Star Wars hentai. I was amazed that there was plenty of this material.
There was also Hentai related to Tinkerbelle, Belle, Snow White, Cinderella, and The Little Mermaid. I can't tell you just how many people are really serious about this stuff. It seems to me to be all the rage. I would think hentai is becoming more and more popular in America, and that is good. At least it will make people think in a different way, possibly. I am sure The Walt Disney Company isn't too happy about hentai based on their characters, but there isn't much they can do about it if people are posting it on the web all the time.
Cartoon Porn in general is becoming more and more popular every day, I think. I've told some friends that I've seen 'Simpsons Porn', and one girl I told said, "I want to see that!" So, cartoon porn is not limited to gender. It actually makes sex images more palatable to female tastes.
It is all incredibly wrong with these cartoon images, and so right at the same time.
People love fictional characters, and then they have fantasies about them. Then they draw pictures, write stories, and photo shop things.
I just think it is hilarious that cartoon characters have sex lives.
They even made some sex cartoons during the thirties, so their is a whole history to it.
Then you had Tijuana Bibles, showing characters like Popeye and Olive Oyl doing the deed.
So much for American Values, which is one of the hoaxes of our time.
Anyway, I like all this stuff, and I think it is important that it exists. I think if it throws a wrench into people's engines, I'm all for it.
From what I understand, there is some Sarah Palin look-alike porn star. She wears the glasses, does up the hair, and wears those office suits. Well, I hear it is the #1 porn dvd.
The porn and sex industries seem to be doing really well in America. It exists in every state. Many government officials participate.
Some preacher was found dead with a red rubber ball in his mouth and a dildo up his ass. So much for religion....hahaha.
I hope the content on this blog entry isn't too much for Blogger and adsense. I read about stuff like this in the S.F. Weekly, just so you know.
I read The San Francisco Chronicle and The Examiner from time to time, but I don't credit them as being credible news sources. Not really. I don't trust them. They've let me down one too many times.
So, I don't know what it all means anymore. I think I will go outside and smoke a cigarette out on the sidewalk. It's a writer's tradition to smoke.
They also have Cartoon Furry Porn, and I can't really get into that.
Basically, they have Cartoon Porn for all characters. That's all my readers need to know. They can find it on the web themselves. It is not my place to show it here, but I want people to know about it.
I think overall that cartoon porn is a weapon against religion, and to help destroy conservative thoughts in your head which is the way they mindwash you. Plus, it is fun, and funny.
I should stop writing about this subject matter while I am behind. I always feel that the 1984 eye is on me, and it is a little disconcerting.
A woman just took a quick peek at my laptop screen and then turned her head quickly. It is so annoying. She has an Andy Warhol bag.
I'm trying to get down to The Philosophy of This Blog. I don't know if I can do that right now. I don't seem to have the language.
I am trying to sketch out what it means for a single person to sit in a public cafe, and why that should even matter to me, much less anyone reading what I write.
A comment about art is that often times, no one pays much attention to art when it is there all the time, but when it isn't, people innately feel that something is missing.
A recent saying I've come across is, "Bad Art is Better Than No Art At All." ( Oh yeah, I read that on the sign board at Specs, a local North Beach bar. They have some good sayings on that board often. I know the person who writes a lot of those sayings. )
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