Awesomeness!

I JUST wrote another fairy tale! and this one's a real winner, just like 'Ruthless.' maybe i'll post one of them on here.

updates all around, i've got a new photoediting program called GIMP. it's pretty sweet, all the sweeter since it's free. so anyway, because of that, look forward to new site headers.

i've applied to a pretty good job in boston. this one looks awesome, and i've got a contact on the inside, so it'd be great if i get it, though i don't want to jinx anything.

apart from that, i just can't stop thinking about WALL*E. it's a really great movie, and i've been to see it twice. it's a shame that the DVD doesn't come out till november, but at least that way, it'll be ready for my use with NANOWRIMO. Inspiration ahoy!

so, good stuff!

the reason why

well, i'm back from my vacation and i had a good time.
if the mood strikes, i'll tell you all about it.

but first, 've been catching a little flack from some other sites about my typing.

namely, how a guy who claims to be a writer never uses capitalizations and who's writing is riddled with typo's.
well, these are semi-valid concerns, and by semi valid, i mean not valid.

this is the internet, guys. you don't waste a-game on the internet; even if anybody did read this, the mere act of theme being on the internet makes them less of a person. it's not worth it to take the time every time to properly format adn spell check each of the articles i write, because this blog is never going to be marketable, and i could spend htat time looking at porn, or spell checking that novel i've been working on.

and besides, at the end of teh day i'm doing this for me. not you. so i only need live up to MY stadnards. not yours.

oh, and that's right, i said 'stadnards.'
what are you gonna do about it?

...melancholy update...

hey, folks. me again and i'm starting to lose hope. adn get bored.

the hard copy proofreading is't going as quickly for the second revision of UHA.

i still don't have a job.

i filled out an application to the CELTA program, but in doing so, felt a lot less confident about my odds of getting in. now i feel less confident about almost everything.

went to an al-anon meeting at a church today. it was all about god-style bullshit. i'm not that troubled by my parents' problems anymore, i just wish there was one person in the world i knew i could trust.

but... whatever.

i'll soon be gone for four days for the fourth of july family reunion where i will have to fend off the congratulations and probing questions of a dozen family members i don't know the names of.
maybe i can hide... it won't work for very long, especially not at meal times...

maybe i can be scary. that'll pretty much rule out any chance have to unwind, though...
maybe i can just skip most of it. actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea...
i can try to do some more proofreading...

well, i feel better now. but not much. later, bitches.

U H A ! U H A ! U H A !

i have been editing my ass off for teh last three days and i finally reached the end of the original manuscript. and i think i speak for everyone who's ever read the novel when i say, FUCK YEAH!

in case i neglected to mention it before, UHA is the first in a series of novels i am writing. UHA2 is complete and out for testing, but it is on hiatus until i have time to look at it. UHA1, i am actively editing, and UHA3 is to be completed this November, during National Novel Writing Month.

so, my plans from here are as follows:

1) take the revised manuscript and add a few necessary scenes, possibly rewrite the opening.
2) print the revised, v.2 manuscript and mark it up
3) complete rerevisions to get v.3 manuscript
4) send to agents
5) ????
6) profit.

i am excited. it's great to have something to do, adn to see progres being made.

i'm going to a party later tonight, so i may have another post.
Laters!

Wow.

also. i'm typing this incredibly drunk. and, three posts in one day; kudos to me!

so i just had the best night ever since as far as i can remember. i went to the pool hall and played po with a freind of mine, then we wnet to a country bars with some of my rferinds from high school. then we wnet to meet some of my freind's freinds at a technobar. it wa sooo funny! anyway his freinds had alreaady left when we goththere, so we went back to teh country bar.

and i realized, as i was on this little alcoholic oddysey: it's freinds that make it all fun. it's inside jokes, dancing a dance you hat with a girl you went to high school with and embarrasing yourself in front of half of the country-ass bar denizens in the coastal bend. it's making fun of the gargabtuan women eho shake it all by themselves on the dance floor. it's being one of the only two guys wearing t-shirts adn skater shoes, but most of all, it's doing it with freinds.

my lessons in fun have just begun.
i look forward to an amicable semester.

What teh hell is wrong with me?!

i just spent an hour trying to get up the nerve to text someone. one of my freinds. because i've been sitting in this chair for the past week and staring at this computer.

but whenever i try to think of something todo for fun, this question comes up: what's the point?
sure, i could go to teh bookstore again, but why? to sit in a chair adn not read anything because then i'll want to buy it so instead i get bored and have to drive all the way across town back home.
yeah, that's fun.

but back to the first topic-- why am i so afraid to attempt to communicate with people? i don't think it's fear of rejection, i've ben rejected before and its not so bad.
i think it's a fear tha people will see how bad i am at trying to relate to them and laugh. or worse-- they'll find out i actually NEED them.

yes it's a tough thing to admit, but you'll go crazy living in a box with no outlet for your words. i know; i've been there. but if you don;t reach out and try, then it's your own fault when you actually do go crazy.

what i really want is to have a conversation. but it's hard for me to relate. not converse, i mean, i do that rather well, or at least pretend to. but beyond teh superficial-- an actual, meaningful conversation, about something i want to talk about for once! it's hard for me to connect with people on a meaningful level.

it's been said that great men are often lonely. but then my other mind asks teh question, "since when are you so great?"

fictional characters and truth

fictional characters are some of teh most fascinating people i know. “…to quote a bible: ‘the water monster is right, cat man. They are among us.’”~Mark Cakes

you know, all fiction authors are deep down philosohers, we're just already aware of teh fact that we're fooling ourselves.

and all philosophers are in search of one great thing-- truth. truth is like nickelodeon gak. a sticky substance with a high viscocity. it runs all over the place, a little of it clings to every thing it touches once it's opened, and once it's opened, you can never gather it all up again. it's tough to pin down.

the author's way of considering truth is to construct an elaborate simulation in which fictional characters are dealt hypothetical problems and are forced to deal back. but all too often, they neglect to consider the most likely scenario-- that the character will simply avoid dealing with the problem. that's boring.

pilosophers work in a similar way, but they lack a narrative in which to frame their hypothetical scenarios. plus they smoke a lot of weed.

i never liked philosophers, but i've finally found one who doesn't piss me off. Mark "Baby" Cakes of Brad Neely's internet cartoons has much to say that is deep and profound, and completely true.

consider this excerpt fomr one of Mark's lectures which neatly outlines teh motivation of every one in real life, and most fictional main characters:
"…and there is always some poor kid who has a sucky life, but then he’s visited by someone from a hidden world of awesomeness who explains to the kid that the kid is the chosen kid, and everyone is waiting for him; to fight, and to win, and to accept treasure, and to accept love, and to rule the hidden world of awesomeness like the handsome little asshole that he is. Huh, happens all the time, right? I guess every one of us is just hoping to turn out to be one of those forgotten chosen ones, right?"


this ties the realms of fiction and the real world togather in a manner truly exemplary of their symbiosis, because while Mark's words are true for us, his own beleifs about them are warped. it took a fictional character to show us IRL the truth about what our life is like even though he never knew the real truth himself.

now that's irony.