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It an Eminence Front [Aug. 10th, 2013|01:26 am]
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August has been very strange. I don't really quite get what's going on anymore. Nor do I really wanna try... I don't want to think about the little things for once. I just want the big picture. Now, this may not mean anything to you since how I type this is somewhat out of context. It's time I throw my damn gloves down and do something with my life. Work out. Eat healthier. Go to bed early(?) and wake up early(i guess).

I somewhat half mean this, too. Honestly the half I speak of is the idea of making a cartoon come to fruition. By doing so, a graphics tablet should be mandatory. Funny, in the end, the big picture turns out to be the little things as well.

I guess that's all I have to say about that.
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The Lost Generation [Jun. 11th, 2013|02:59 pm]
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(PREVIOUSLY ON X-MEN:)
Over the span of so many years, way before I was even born, there were generations. There was the Beat Generation, The Baby Boomer Generation, The Yippie Generation, the Hippie Generation, the Party Generation, the Doom Generation, the Generation X, and generating a generation the next on and so forth.

So now it's my generation, but other generations are being spawned already after us. And it's not necessarily "my" generation, but it's our generation. The Lost Generation. A generation of people that had it all figured it out. We were going to get apartments and live with roommates where it would be like an episode of "Friends". Going through one quirky scenario after another, dealing with our significant others. Plotting the weekend after the daily grind. These were the machinations that we strive for. Only after all was said and done, we were forced to walk away empty handed. Destined to return back to our parents' and in debt, scorned my not only our social gatherings, but the media as well.
(^This post may have been April or May - Now Speed up To Today [6/11/13])

There really is very little to complain about right now. Probation... done. New job... done (yet progressively at a halt?). Back to the ol' swing o' things. All I have left to strive for is a house/apartment. Rumpl and me are are looking into it, so we'll see what happens.

I just really am in content, I guess. For the first time in a long time. Don't get me wrong, I have made changes to my life, but everything seems so lax... as if there is no urgency, but still priority. It makes no sense in any way I put it, but it does to me. Now, I'm just sitting at my desk (btw, Rumpl left his 47" HDTV here, I feel like I'm in the Batcave) typing away with no worry except the present, which I shall dub once again without a sense of immediate rectification. Except my fucking phone's been blowing up ever since I got up. WTF... Christian, LEAVE ME ALONE! Kids these days... smh

I'm still trying to figure out what exactly I was saying up there earlier. If felt like... fuck... that phone... right... where was I? Yes, I think the reason why I must've wanted to write so much was because I needed to. You see, sometimes I feel an absolute NEED to write a diatribe of nonsense (in other words, things that are... um, relevant(?) to me). I don't really have a final summation, but in the end of a paragraph or so, I feel alot better about things than normal. Just something about me that I feel others should know.

Now, what exactly should I do today since Starbucks once again gave me the day off? Tif 'text' me outta the blue. Does she want me? Does she want support? She is single now. I DO need to get laid, but I know once I get that outta my system, I'm gonna be like, "Well, that's that." And I can't guarantee of ANY outcome that may follow. Shit, this damn kid won't stop texting me (tends to phone)... Jesus, what phone plan does that brat have?

I think I've written enough... I'm gonna go get high now...
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Lynchian Degree [Feb. 23rd, 2013|08:23 pm]
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I'm at work right now. Not much is going on except the play for Extremities tonight being performed. Last show until "The Fantastics". There is some commotion going on outside of the theater. Some dude is getting arrested for flipping out. So between that and the screams from the show, it sounds like I'm in hell and they serve coffee.

Other than that, sobriety fucking sucks. Haven't had a drop of alcohol or a puff of THC since August. Would really like one or the other right now considering how things have been going lately. Guess that's what it's like getting older. More shit happens, and it piles up to a degree where you're swimming in it.

I'd really like to move outta Michigan soon. I've been thinking about L.A., NYC, Las Vegas, somewhere new. I feel like I've drained everything out here and this place has caused me nothing but trouble over the past 10 years. It'd be nice to start new again. I don't know... we'll see how it all balances out by summertime.

More so, I would like a new job. Nobody here takes anything seriously and everybody puts a front up like they give a shit. I have an 18-year-old co-worker dipshit that tells me or asks me about if I know certain procedures. Motherfucker, I'VE WORKED HERE FOR OVER A YEAR NOW! Was I that arrogant at that age? God, I hope not.

More ideas have been coming to my head about a story. I would like to try and write it and make something come to fruition as far as filming it. Then maybe submit it to the Tromadance Film Festival-Detroit (it's a free entry and the subject matter would be appropriate for such a venue). Finding the time and then resources, on the other hand, is another story all together.

I guess I miss making movies/skits. Last gig I did was Detroit Ghostbusters (as much as I love everybody involved, I wasn't a fan of the project). Before that a couple of "schlock" horror films and junk. But I really would like to see Damnbulance. It's probably my favorite film role I ever had. Otherwise, I wish I was the villain in that one. I think I would've been better suited. Not much fun playing the good guy. Too one-dimensional.

I have more on my mind, but this will have to due for now, since in about 20 minutes the patrons will start piling in upon intermission and keep me busy before I split.

Hurdy gur.
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(no subject) [Jul. 26th, 2011|07:31 pm]
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I'm starting to wonder if you were right. You know who your are.
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Been a Few Months [May. 11th, 2011|01:15 am]
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I haven't the faintest idea why I'm up right now. Maybe it's the extra shut-eye I got today, maybe it's the "head-scratcher" of a film I saw today, maybe the medium rare burger I consumed, or maybe, just maybe, the disassociation with--well, myself.

I might just feel funky each time I click on the ol' LJ. I'm starting to see the pattern. Either I'm ranting about the manifestations of our current 21st century climate or "posting" private messages about some girl I like... which usually stops right there and never goes any further. For good reasons as well, I might add (whew!).

However, as this decade is already burned half of its first year already, I find myself feeling like a dog. Not a dog that would be despicable or anything, more or less like the nature of the dog... to live in the moment. I honestly can't figure out how it got like this, yet I can run through the motions of how it all did. I feel betrayed sometimes by those I care about or those I become friends with... that's normal I guess. This doesn't necessarily mean personal betrayal, but the betrayal that probably at this juncture of my life, most of my friends would sell me out for a dime of marijuana & a sandwich. I blame the upbringing of today's twenty-something moral on "Scooby-Doo".

Furthermore, I find myself missing my brother. Things have been low-key since he's been gone, and I catch myself sometimes when I think about him, thinking he's right around the corner, and not some X-hundred miles away. In a way, this probably doesn't help either.

Honestly, I think the only reason why I'm on this right now is to do some writing. I had the motivation earlier to finally write the script I've been putting in the back of my head (or buried in flash drives) and yet I can't let the words flow. Granted, I've managed to write a few skits. Some filmed, some not. Despite this, I still crave more. I need to get the creative juices flowing soon. It's the only thing probably maintaining my well-being.

Sorry to vent or "spill the beans" as some would say, but if it means anything, I feel loads better.
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Sitting in a Car [Dec. 5th, 2010|02:44 pm]
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On lunch break right now at the horrid monopoly that is Toys "R" Us. I can`t wait until this shift is done & over with. Hopefully the bookstore`ll benefit in hiring me back in. I gotta get the hell outta this shithole. The management is ridiculous as well as the shifts they bestow upon their employees. I mean c`mon... four hour shifts? That doesn`t even constitute the amount of gas that half the staff use to get here... okay I feel better now.

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It`s Gonna Be a Long Week [Nov. 20th, 2010|01:51 pm]
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And that`s all I have to say about that.

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Summer is Fucking Nigh [Apr. 29th, 2009|11:44 pm]
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[Current Location |APT]
[mood |sleepygetting there]
[music |The Stooges - "We Will Fall"]

Hey, been awhile since I posted.  Plus I like this setup because barely no one is using it with the exception of a few ladies and gentleman that are more literate than the "Twitter" people.

What the fuck is up with that anyway?  Pssh--don't really care to find out.

My folks might be moving to London.  It looks more realistic than all the other job transfers the old man applied for back in the day (i.e. Saudi Arabia).  Five more months until I can call myself virtually free, and three more months until I am done with the daily doldrums of my roommate.  Don't get me wrong.  He's a bud and all, but I can't stand the shit he has pulled over the few months.  Then again, I'm not one to talk.

I had feelings for a girl that have fizzled pretty damn fast.  It's sorta hindering there, on the fence.  But I'm being realistic at this point and just keeping my guard up.

 Been doing the Public in Space thing a little more.  It's been doing well and I just finished editing.  All I have to do now is muster the balls to post it on the internet. 

On a lighter note, I feel like a fucking king by fixing my record player.  Of course I had to buy a new one (used) before I figured it out.  So I gutted the one I bought and kept the speakers.  Now I got awesome speakers, a replacement belt and needle (needle's kinda worn, though), and an adapter for playing 45s.  Speaking of which, what the fuck did I do with those?!

The new job has been pretty interesting so far as well.  After a mere six months of working there, the "powers that be" are already coining the idea that I should be manager.  I don't know how, but according to the inside scoop, I'm the only one busting my ass there which is evident enough that I can keep the momentum going.

On the other hand, I like my boss too much to pitch a knife in his back.  Dog-eat-dog world out there I guess.

I'm ready to make a change.  What?  I don't know.  Maybe try giving love another chance.  I haven't really been trying to look for it.  I've been single for over a year.  It's nice not to have to answer to somebody, but at the same time, the comfort thing is really the only issue.  Sharing a bed with someone you love is a luxury that I have missed.  Not the case with anyone I ever have slept with.

And on that note, I'm gonna go bug Ash.

Iggy Pop freaks me out.

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Alrighty Then! [Oct. 26th, 2008|11:53 pm]
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[Current Location |Prison]
[mood |okayteh]
[music |I hear Motorhead playing]

Wow... I wanted to post something but I don't know what to say.

Hmm...

¡Viva la da casa!

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Writer's Block: Earth Vacation [Jul. 13th, 2008|04:36 am]
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If you were an alien and came to Earth, what would you tell the folks back home about the planet, its people, etc?
Last time I listen to E.T. again.
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