18 January 2015

Week three...

Another short one. I've had some thoughts this week, but none of any import.

I did come up with a six-word story today. Probably been done before but here it is:

Button pushed, the world kept turning.

I have to wonder if I'm clinically depressed or in the grips of some other psychiatric malady. I refuse to self-diagnose, and I have no time or money to waste on therapy or medication. I don't know. I've been living in my head for a very long time. Between analyzing my self and observations of others I'm not sure if I'm just normal, or really suffering from a treatable problem.

Saw some beautiful artwork. Audrey Kawasaki. Uses oils and wood panels to create distinctly Japanese-influenced pieces that are both innocent and erotic (female subjects are prominent.)

I may put in on a sales route that opened up. I may not. I need more money, but I'm not a salesman. Not even a particularly good merchandiser for that matter.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.

11 January 2015

Week the second...

Nothing new to report. My boss wants to pull me out of the normal ninety day rotation we do an put me on permanent Monday-Friday duty. So that's cool. Might give me a chance to do some day trips for other Raw Dog Screaming Press events this year without cutting into my vacation hours.

Still no romantic prospects. It's equal parts too-high standards, inability to use dating sites effectively, and lack of time to do anything about it.

I certainly don't expect perfection. I'm an imperfect person. But damn it, she should be beautiful (to me,) interested in some of the things I enjoy but also possessed of her own unique interests. Have just as sick and twisted a sense of humor as I do, and love and freely use all the worst words in the English language. (Except one; the n-bomb. It has no place outside of historical pieces and academic discussions of the pre-, during, and post- American Civil War era.) She should be confident and comfortable with herself, willing to be the aggressor every now and then.

This is really the short list. Above all these things she must read.

This is a short rambling. I'm trying to write more. I really am.

04 January 2015

It's Been Too Long...

Two years. Almost two years have passed since I've done anything on this blog. In that time I have met some incredible people, been to some interesting places, become gainfully employed once more, lost a spouse (not by death, or my choice, unfortunately.)  It has been far too long since I've done anything writing related. It hurts.

There is so much I want to say and can't. Partly due to legal ramifications stemming from running one's mouth too much, but mostly because it's just whiny self-pitiful bullshit. But, hey! That's what crappy free internet blogs are for, right?

It's a new year, too. 2015. We've got hoverboards, holographic dead performers, legal weed in some places, and legal same-sex unions, too. On the other hand we still have pop music, reality television, and rebranded internet hoaxes. So yeah, culture is somewhat balanced.

Balanced society or not, I've not come up with any resolutions for this new year. I want to eat better, lose weight, get my own work published, and find a beautiful woman who can deal with my more annoying tendencies. All of which are not likely to happen this year or in the next ten.

Yes, yes, I know I'm being down on myself, but that is how I am. To the outside observer it would appear to be a lack of self-esteem. That's not the case. I'm totally full of myself where it's warranted. Namely in my skills with the written word (criticizing and editing other's work,) and arguing pointless things. Other than that, not too many marketable skills that can increase my cashflow or my romantic pursuits.

But at least I'm trying a little here. A whole blog post! Yay! That's a good start. Then maybe a book review this week. I've purchased and been given so many over the last two years, yet I've not sat down and read them. Which makes me feel like shit. 

And I'm rambling. But I do need to get some sleep. The day job beckons at 5am local. Excuses, excuses. 

But a blog post! That counts for something, right?