The community aspect, with comments and friend’s lists, etc, was initially off-putting, but now I rather dig the sort of community setting, even though my journal is really for my own reference.
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Writer’s Block: The Eternal Nocturnal Struggle
When I think of Vampires, I think of evil, soulless and ugly predators, draining people of lifeblood and spirit at the same time, rather than the”Tormented Soul fighting an addiction” sort. My mindset sees them as incurable and dangerous – never actually loving anyone, but rather preying on those who are weak or in need. Abominations before man and his god(s), just cruel, cold mockeries of what a feeling and loving person could be.
Writer’s Block: Gender Bender
Honestly, I lean to respecting women more than men, because of the bulk of crap they have to deal with on a regular basis just due to gender politics.
Writer’s Block: Some words to live by…
A quote from Bill Hicks. A smart, funny, dead man.
You’ve been fantastic and I hope you enjoyed it. There is a point, is there a point to all of this? Let’s find a point. Is there a point to my act? I would say there is.
I have to.
The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride…”
And we… kill those people.
Ha ha
“Shut him up.”
“We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.”
Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter because: It’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
Writer’s Block: Lame jobs (9358-predated)
Hardest physical work – Roofing. Back-breaking gig of spreading sticky tar with a mop over a flat, reflective roof in Florida’s summer sun was probably the most difficult physical labor in my life. I surely couldn’t do it these days. Additionally, half of the crew I worked with was drunk, half were surly and half didn’t speak English to me. (those halves were not exclusive of one another, math nerds.). Who the heck drinks alcohol all day in the sun? Why be mean to people that are trying to get by? I can understand not speaking the language – but working with someone that doesn’t have a common tongue can be a challenge for me – I like conversation, at least every here and there.
But… I don’t think that was my worst job.
I’ve had a couple of jobs where my boss was abusive. The chief of one marketing company I worked at had some very serious mental problems. Off the top of my head, he – threw a mug at the head of his pregnant daughter-in-law, bullied his employees – including, but not limited to: yelling at the top of his lungs / threats of physical violence / calling the sheriff on folks that he hired as cheap labor – who were illegal aliens. (that’s how he got out of paying them any benefits).
That said, before I left that workplace – it was comical to see people stand up to him. He was such a classic and stereotypical bully that he didn’t know how to react when someone didn’t react in a cowed fashion.
He called a dock worker out to fight, and the dock worker agreed… asked him to step outside. Bad boss responded by calling the police, claiming that the dock worker threatened him. When the big boss asked for witnesses, the entire staff refused to bear witness for him – told the truth, in that he’d called the guy out. The cops still escorted the worker off the property, but it made the big boss look like a complete feeb – and it crushed his bully-boy spirit for a few days.
Later on, he was tried, and for the most part, found guilty for all sorts of charges hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe into the millions owed to clients, employees and the irs – for details there’s good ol’ public records
for both palm beach county see here – (see especially tax evasion) – and broward county (contract indebtedness for the most part.)
The thing was.. if you removed that crooked and cruel boss-guy from the equation, it was a really good gig. My immediate leader was a good friend, and despite his being the nephew of the owner, was about as good a head honcho as I’ve ever seen. Strong work ethic, good with people, and able to take care of business. He’s now working in Guantanamo Bay… and I suspect that he’s a heck of a lot happier!
Either way, I have long since moved to greener pastures, and I know I’m better off as a result.
Writer’s Block: Ghost Story
I’m skeptical, to say the least.
I do believe that there are things just outside of our perception that we know little to nothing about… but find it doubtful that ghosts (at least in the most commonly believed sense) exist – I feel pretty confident that most orb photography is dust motes or water droplets reflecting, and that all of the “ghost photos” I’ve seen were either occlusions on film or frauds.
That said – who knows what’s out in the dark? Since I have severe doubts about the existence of a soul and spirit that continues after death, what else might it be?
I believe that people have powerful wills, strong subconscious fears and imaginations – that’s probably where the bulk of most “ghosts” come from. I’ve seen things moving in the dark, been spoken to in my sleep, seen light switches flick on and off of their own accord and been sure of an unseen hand on my shoulder. All of which spooked me, none of which seem to actually contain substance outside of my noggin after looking at things in a more rational manner.
Rather than sentient beings roaming the earth, trying in vain to talk to us, I rather fancy the idea of a place or an object being psychically charged as a result of a particularly exciting and death-related event, like a war (civil war ghosts are all the rage in Maryland, it seems), murder, suicide or a mother losing her child… an imprint that replays a scene or vision over and over on a fixed location or item… or family. I feel that it’s simply fanciful thinking, no more true or likely than my having a yeti spirit guide that helps me to make the better decisions in life.
I love the idea of the ghost story, but feel in my mind and my heart that no phantoms exist outside of the minds of the living. I fear dangerous living things far more than a hand reaching out from beyond the grave to exact communication or misguided vengeance upon me or mine.
Of Course… Walpurgisnacht (Freinacht or Drudennacht) is coming, and who am I to say if the veil between our world and another won’t be made thinner at that time?
1 year ago – celtic fest w/ pics, social contract
2 years ago – poem from mm, audio books, business meeting, hand pics for BHK, sketch up, earth-friendly grenades, questions meme
3 years ago – Met the centale folks, tiki night, Laos Zombies, Country Fried Hot Rod, Nazi Monkeys, balance, courthouse disco-effect
4 years ago – playing with virtual post-its, andy back in jail
5 years ago – Free sticker, timeline post, first day at jkg, back tweak
6 years ago – newt bips a skeleton, bali music, milkshake flavors, going to the grove, Charles Bronson thoughts, breasticle nectar satisfies for only about 2 hours, going back to bus from taxi, SOP
7 years ago – Lexie is so cute!, schedule change last minute, missing her, birthday toys, Blow
Writer’s Block: Dream Job
Writer’s Block: If at first you don’t succeed… entry 9210
I’m generally better at tactics than strategy, but I just can’t get an opening set of moves that is acceptable at all. I’m not sure why my skill with that particular game is so low – I suspect a mental block or some working of my brain just doesn’t visualize the pieces as well.
Writer’s Block: A Favorite Poem
some days are easier than others.
today was not one of them.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole;
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade;
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll:
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.