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    Saturday Night Open Mic: for those newcomers who don't know the drill, Saturday Night Open Mic is for venting, posing, talking about your future, and enumerating the many and vile ways in which you love me.

    Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week. Tell me your ambitions. Tell me one thing you want to have done by year's end. Tell me... hell, tell me what your favourite clothes are, what you're listening to right now, tell me anything you want me to know. Get something off your chest, make me laugh, or simply touch yourself furtively in the dark.

    Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful. Tell me of new things, or old secrets. Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creatures of the night.

    Remember, pictures are good, for I am senile and don't always remember all 3500 of you.

    I'm having a drink now. Join me.
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    I am drinking green tea, my head is too fragile for alcohol. I'm half watching Derek Jarman's The Last of England, in which Land of Hope and Glory is playing to a montage of images neither hopeful nor glorious.

    By the year's end I want to have sold many pretty pictures and found a better way to pay the damn mortgage, feed the broods, buy fine many nice suits and music. My neighbour is pissing me off greatly by existing and so are South West Trains.

    That aside, the weather is beautiful for once. We ran around in the woods today and had fun. Tomorrow we shall picnic. Much is good.

      CommentAuthormuse hick
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    banks are what is pissing me off this week -- they are thieves and they have stolen money from us. i do not see how they justify four fines that total $200 for doing absolutely fuck all. anyone heard of usury?
    on a good note i have 2 books put together that will be available very shortly. may have the covers up somewhere in time for the sunday thing tomorrow.

    i have been miserably remiss in not saying thank you, mr ellis, for everything you make possible on this forum. better late than never i hope.
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    My next door neighbours are currently pretty damn high on my shit list. I spent the majority of this evening sweltering in my flat because I opened the balcony door, all I could hear was them and their spawn yelling obscenities at each other while the kids tried to - from the sounds of it - drown each other in the paddling pool. I swear their six year old has a vocab that would make a sailor blush. They're def. poster children for requiring a license before having kids. Plus, my flatmate and I have had to ring the police about them since moving in, due to the bad kind of screaming coming through the walls - either he beats her or they beat the kids, which, either way = oh hell no.

    One thing I plan to have done by the end of year? This fucking masters. Jesus Christ, I have never felt that education was a waste of time but nothing in this degree has been at all relevant to actually being a librarian. But I'm not full qualified until I have the bastarding thing. I considered dropping down to part time status for my thesis but fuck it, I want it over and done before the end of 2008.

    I'm currently listening to the combined back catalogue of Calexico and Iron and Wine. And I have a mashup album downloaded. Mix of Gangster and Bluegrass. Dunno what the fuck that is going to sound like but it hit my feedreader and I'll give most things a listen.

    I still haven't taken May's self-portrait yet, so last month's will have to do.

    April self-portrait (24/04/08)
    • CommentAuthorjohnmuth
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    I had to look "furtively" up, so that I knew whether or not I've been doing it correctly all these years...

    Being that I just traveled 2500 miles to a new city to live - on someone else's dime - I'm now starting to think that I was ever so passive-aggressively told to leave. I just spent my last five bucks, have about five days before I start working (hopefully) and am quite quickly learning the pitfalls of the apartment that I took. Then again, I'm away from all the relationships that have been slowly (well, sometimes fairly quickly) to my grave. So, I'll consider this a win for me.

    Just read the first six issues of Black Summer - and only realized afterwards that I had in fact not read the Issue 0, that would have actually had John Horus killing the president...(dammit!) But, the rest of the story has been great. I've liked how the majority of the series has just been people dealing with what Horus did, and not so much actually having too much to do with Horus himself...Although, it seems that may change with #7.

    I'd take a picture, but I'm touching myself and can't also reach the camera.
  3.  (2184.6)
    Tell me your ambitions.

    The guy whose job I took over finally left this week. I got hired on a while back to help his transition (which since we have 6 giant projects has taken months) and now I'm taking over completely. He's going to curate an Oxford Museum.

    He was telling me how he was working landscaping when he got the job at my company, even though he had a doctorate in Museum Studies. Job market for academics is sucktacular. In the two years he was at our company he's become one of the most in demand people in our weird little world. Hearing his story, knowing how hard he worked and how that work has paid off, that's given my ambition a real kick in the as.

    Tell me one thing you want to have done by year's end.

    By the end of this year I'll have one, perhaps two non-fiction titles in print. And likely a graphic novel, depending on the artist I'm working with. Also the porn production company I work with will have a long form DVD out for sale by september. This is sincerely weird.

    Tell me... hell, tell me what your favourite clothes are,

    Jeans, soft black t-shirts and Doc Martens.

    what you're listening to right now,

    A lot of Ashley MacIsaac actually. He's a nutter Irish musician. His song "Sleepy Maggie" with Mary Jane Lamond is damn near transcendant.

    tell me anything you want me to know.

    This is the only online community I spend any time in. I never fail to find interesting conversations, strange images or simply little bits of NEW all over it. It's a well-run place and you and Ariana really make it a clean hovel.

    Sorry, did my teeth graze while kissing your ass?

    simply touch yourself furtively in the dark.

    Me, on set of a short porno commission. I am NOT a performer, but was photographed in our weird lighting set-up. Masked, of course.

  4.  (2184.7)

    this week is boring. here is a picture of me from last week, which was much better. i am bald with the swarm shirt on, about to hit someone and get on the mic during GRAF ORLOCK.
    some of my friends moved into a new house last night, we gathered there.
    this month is a wierd build up to june for me, which will be much more action packed.
    i have to go to TWO weddings in like an hour, for people i have never met and am NOT looking forward to it.
    bought my lady a book she wanted by BANKSY, and ended up loving this guys work. taking street art to a whole nother level.
    uhhhh, yeah. thats it for now.
  5.  (2184.8)
    Jesus Fuck, I could have been second on this thread. Next time.


    No thanks. I may be Irish but I am also 17 (my birthday...July 2... so....close)

    Problems are something we all on these boards seem to have. One of the big ones for me continues to be my on and off interest in becoming a writer. Here I am, thinkin up all these we stories and such yet when it comes to the writing bit, I develop what could be called a phobia of the keyboard and Microsoft Wordpad (Good ol' Word is fucked up. Next time, I register IMMEDIATELY)

    Wait, I'm not finished about the creativity issues. Stay there.

    What really gets me annoyed is, as my wee mind has Brain-attacks of stress and annoyance, I look at all these other writers (even you, THE ELLIS) AND ,lo and behold, you have three or four comic book series and crossovers and blogs and things coming out every third week. Just a flow of little worlds.

    No, it is not jealousy (there is a tinge, i won't lie. Then, i just did, didn't I?) but more a lack of understanding... and a slight sence of being overwhelmed. What is it that lives inside the craniums of writers that so easily shits out this constant stream of idea gold. What is it that keeps that individual there at their keyboard, their notebook, that piece of kitchen roll etc that so easily gives them the strength, the JOY, of spending hours creating the best and worst work the world has ever seen?

    I don't know, can't seem to put it into words.


    Oh, and a pic? Just imagine your worst vision of chaos and add a bit more rubble.
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    i'm wrecked from being sick since february, plus going to the zoo yesterday. worth it though.
    they have a section called "lorikeet landing"... you go in a little aviary and hang out with the birds. most beautiful birds i've ever seen so close, much less have had eat from my hand and peck at my hair.
    friends are coming over in a few for dinner. a rare occurrence. i don't really have friends anymore; these are the boyfriend's. i never had much in common with the friends i did have in school, so i don't consider it to be a huge loss.
    he's making "lasagna pie", lovely comfort food with only a slight resemblance to its namesake.

    the disposable camera from the zoo trip isn't full up yet, so no picture. there should be a good one soon, though, of me and the lorikeets.
  6.  (2184.10)
    This week I only have one real piss off, but it's a big one. Bill C-51, if you're Canadian and haven't heard of this you should read up on it as soon as your Sunday morning hangover starts to clear.

    As for my ambitions, I'm happy to say to the best of my knowledge my vile little blog is up to 8 readers with nothing better to do three days of the week then to read about the filth I find on the internet, my ever growing comic collection, and to be subjected to my Friday nervous break. I'd like to see another week of posts spewing forth from my diseased brain.

    I don't have any recent photos to share or I'd subject you to that too.
    • CommentAuthorFlabyo
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    Someone else who lives in the same block of flats as me has a smoke alarm thats low on battery power. I think they're away though, cause it's been sat there doing it's beep thing every minute for the past 4 days. I'm already somewhat paranoid about smoke alarm noises (I nearly burnt down the family home when I was in my ealy teens, accidentally not deliberately, and the noise of a smoke alarm alerting you to a genuine fire is not something you ever want to wake up to). I have to keep several of the doors in the flat closed to shut out enough of the noise to allow me to sleep. And in the weather we're having here at the moment, that means a very warm flat.

    I seem to have spent a lot of my evening drinking water and reading the TV Tropes wiki. Had too much beer this week anyway, so the break was probably sensible. It's too warm for me to gather up the energy to boot up Grand Theft Auto 4. I dread to think what being in a genuinely hot climate would do to me, I am not a warm weather person.

    Not looking forward to work next week, we're deep in crunch and it's starting to wear me down. Won't be long before the stress gets to me and I have my usual 'crunch related snap moment'.
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008 edited
    just finished eating a wonderful meal at the local vietnamese restaurant. had a relaxing day . read the series DOWN written by mr. ellis. fantastic story and great artwork by cully hamner of RIDE fame. i am in the process of buying and reading books from the past by our favorite writer. going to the zen temple in the morning will make for an even more peaceful weekend. i guess if i am pissed off it would be with the government(us). i love my country but i am very ashamed of the government. revolution anyone? peace,garnet faulknerPhotobucketPhotobucket
  7.  (2184.13)
    I am, if not prepared or able, determined.

    I graduated from university April 24, 2007 with 26 thousand dollars in debt. Organizing myself soon after, I launched the Glorious Five Year Plan soon after. The Glorious Five Year Plan consists of:
    Year 1 - Fuck my Body (... in which I find new and extravagant ways to damage myself in the name of wealth and build the economic infrastructure to finance the Glorious Five Year Plan.)
    Year 2 - Assholé Internationalé (... in which I hurl myself around like a maniac to seventeen countries in hopes of seeing something bloody interesting for a change.)
    Year 3 - Going Rogue (... in which I instigate radio-silence, and stop talking to people about where I am and what I'm doing and focus on what I need to do.)
    Year 4 - Aggressive First-Hand Involvement (... in which I become more foul, aggressive and begin working the machines I built to facilitate what I want done.)
    Year 5 - The Overman, or How I learned to stop worrying and build the Laser to Burn my Name onto the Surface of the MOON (... in which I will likely fail everything and set the sky on fire.)

    Am I Winning? I'm debt free as of last week. 371 days to kill twenty-six grand. I have been published in a number of shit-ball local places - papers from which I couldn't even stomach the other contributors. But travel seems a distant and impossible odyssey. Work has slowed down dramatically, making it harder to make the money to travel, much less lay the foundations for three more years.

    I'm supposed to be at a friend's film school year end review tonight, his movie is even closing the goddamn gala. But since I'm on call 24/7, I can't go unless I have the day booked off. And I can't book the day off because other people have booked the day off. So I sit at home, first up on the call list for the last 12 hours, with no certainty of when the call will come. My luck, it won't come and I'll have wasted the day. Houray for the railroad.

    So what am I on about? Life's hard, waa-waa-waa.

    Just give me a minute... I'll go back to work in a minute.

    ... you know, it wouldn't be so bad if so many people I know didn't get school and travel free from their parents. If I hear one more story about how somebody got to live in an Italian villa for four months so they could "find themselves" on someone else's tab, I am going to stick my thumbs into their brains until my cuticles hit the stem.
  8.  (2184.14)
    Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.

    Being British, most of my conversation revolves around the weather, which I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, there are few finer ways to spend an afternoon than sitting outside a pub with a cold pint watching pretty girls wearing not much clothing walk by, on the other hand, I sweat like a bastard, burn in a moment and all the pretty girls I actually currently know seem to be raving Tories and/or fundamentalist Christians. I have no idea how this situation has arisen.

    Tell me your ambitions. Tell me one thing you want to have done by year's end.

    By the end of this year I want to have finished the novel I started a few months ago then abandoned after 15000 words. I also want to start a band with my mate. I think I want to both these things just to prove to myself I'm capable of self-motivating and following something through.

    Tell me... hell, tell me what your favourite clothes are,

    My favourite piece of clothing is my Screeching Weasel t-shirt, as seen in this photo (a few months old) of me looking unbearably classy.

    Red Stripe

    what you're listening to right now

    Tom Waits. I love that man. Rain Dogs is a perfect album.

    Get something off your chest, make me laugh, or simply touch yourself furtively in the dark.

    I am drinking some sort of tropical fruit cider that I discovered in my local Food and Wine. It goes down easy as anything.

    I've had a pretty good week. Relaxing after finishing my dissertation last week. It was on Superman and I did it at the last minute as I do with pretty much everything. I wasn't that happy with it but it got done and at one point I was convinced I wouldn't do it. I had my ingrowing toenail removed which means I can play sport again. I'm not that big on sport (I'm working on a good size gut at the moment) but I do enjoy having a kickabout with my little brothers.

    With the dissertation done, I've got two exams left (final one on the 28th) and then I'm done with Uni. University was a mixed bag, I've got some good friends and had some good times, but most of the course was shit and taught badly (with the exception of a few modules) and I did spend a fair amount of time feeling isolated and filled with self-loathing, which isn't the most fun way to spend your days. I probably bought all the Animal House/Van Wilder party-all-the-time get-laid-every-night bullshit to some extent when I was 17 and it never really lived up to expectations. I'll be glad to be done, even if I don't know if I'll even pass (I failed a couple of modules and handed virtually every single piece of coursework in late), I don't really care. Next up, real life.

    I am well and truly vented now.
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008 edited
    Getting my car worked on. It's pretty clear it won't be ready this weekend. Now I have to figure out a way to cover 60 miles on Monday.

    That night I have 2 large projects are due and I haven't finished either. I suppose I work best with a fire lit under my ass. An eight page report on the works of Yeates? *gulp* Alright. Bring it.

    I had missed the deadline for Cal State Fullerton registration, so in order to keep from paying student loans, I'm going to take some recreational courses at my current community college. Something like guitar and screen writing. The local PBS affiliate broadcasts from our campus.

    Also, I'm hearing some of my band's demo for the first time and I'm not very happy with it. We need to have a completely different approach next time we record. Definitely need click tracking next time. I've been talking with some other friends about doing a digital summer side project. Also looking to donate some more tracks to the WhiteChapel Orchestra this summer. :)

    Oh, and uh, new profile photo. Just do that nifty cursor-over-the-name thingy.
  9.  (2184.16)
    Just woke up after sleeping all afternoon. Good! I needed the sleep. Being travelling all week and now it's time to get my shit togheter. But my saliva still taste like asfault. More then a thousand kilometers since last tuesday is enough driving for me to stay away from the a car wheel for the rest of the month.

    After finishing the late jobs that will land me money to eat and stuff, I'm back to writing the sf comic book I'm putting togheter and drawing a little bit more of my comic anthology called "I don't know where I've been, but I know where I'm going". Looks like it'll be a long saturday night. Glad I'll have company here.

    Have a good one, people.

    -ps: drinking coffee, as aways.
  10.  (2184.17)
    Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.
    I switched job locales two months ago, and I was very puzzled that I didn't have any old clients move to the new place with me. I found out NONE of them received the letters I'd mailed them, informing them of my departure. I hate the post office right now.

    Tell me your ambitions.
    - deleted - I'm not that cruel to subject everyone to my visions of my future.

    Tell me one thing you want to have done by year's end.
    A year from now, I'd like to be sliding into home plate that is my fucking diploma. And then take the cerification exam, passing the bastard, and then get to actually use said diploma.

    Tell me... hell, tell me what your favorite clothes are,
    I prefer NOT to wear clothes, Warren. Do the heels count as clothes?

    what you're listening to right now,
    Black Blood Orchestra, off their myspace page. Currently infatuated with the song COLD.

    tell me anything you want me to know.
    My interwub connection is running a little slower tonight. This pisses me off.

    .......simply touch yourself furtively in the dark.
    Not dark here yet for another hour. When it is.....

    Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
    An alligator and babies were spotted in the local park, in the small town I work in. By the time the game warden and animal control got there, the mother and all but one baby had swam away. The remaining baby was caught, and people proceeded to take pictures, holding it, on their cellphone cameras. Yes, one of the morons got bit by the baby alligator and they couldn't get it off the guys arm - they had to pry the jaws apart. YOU FUCKING MORONS.

    Tell me of new things, or old secrets.
    Old and new secret - my friends known I've had a horse for nearly four years, but no one in my family knows (except for the husband). And now you know, too.

    Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, creatures of the night.
    You do you realize what a caffeine high you'd give a vampire, right?

    Remember, pictures are good, for I am senile and don't always remember all 3500 of you.
    I've been told I'm unforgettable. (whether this is a good or bad thing, I'm not sure yet)

    I'm having a drink now. Join me.
    Currently drinking awesome ice tea the husband made.

    Good Evening, Whitechapel.
    • CommentAuthordoublewulf
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    The thing that is most angering me at this point is my own inability to make progress on the Writo-de-Mayo challenge on Livejournal. It has been difficult doing any writing recently, with my current job being one of a technical orientation, and general health issues. I have an outline, I have some 800 pages of notes, character designs and a slew of antagonists, so why can I not string these things together? My skills seem to have atrophied this past winter. The Emerald City is one of the worst for seasonal depression, and living here has forced me to start up medications I thought I had gotten clean from over a year ago. The first month on new prescriptions is always the hardest, as the drugs have to build up in the system before they work properly, and my emotions have been packed into tiny, velvet-lined containers that are difficult to get open when I think I might need them. Emotions are overrated anyway. I remember as a child idolizing Spock for his level-headedness and his earnest, if unemotional, exclamations of "Fascinating." Why are there no prescription drug to turn us into vulcans? They can cure impotency and polio, but real post-human achievements seem to be limited to speculative fiction.
    • CommentTimeMay 10th 2008
    Currently the only person pissing me off is myself, for not getting anything done. Of course this state is not conductive for improving matters, so I'm stuck in a kind of loop. A need a time out, but we don't really get those, do we? Add to this the facet that I loathe self pity nearly as much as nostalgia and there you go.

    What I want to have done by the end of the year: first, building some noise making doodads for Radiokatve; then, starting to work on the first actual Radiokatve record. (The first step is always the hardest, I tell myself. But after that one step 2 is the first one, is it not? Thinking too much again, should focus on doing, as always.)

    But still, it's not all navel-gazing: I've been baking bread lately and getting a weird amount of joy out of it. The combination of physical labour and the resulting aroma and taste of fresh bread. It has the same effect as sailing has on me: during the half hour of kneading I probably get about two thoughts in my head. Zen, people!

    Currently listening to Marc Ribot play the hell out of some Arsenio Rodriguez tunes and dreaming of mojitos, cigars and old guitar amplifiers.
  11.  (2184.20)
    I spent the day at the Emerald City Comic Convention with Z (who arrived on a dinosaur, matched me cup for cup on coffee, and shifted a paradigm or two). Highlights were seeing Wil Wheaton talk, talking with the gentleman who does Dresden Codak, embarrassing myself in front of the guy that does Wondermark, and meeting new people. The woman who used to run the gallery at CBGB and I have matching hair (though hers is significantly longer), Darick Robertson is incredibly nice, Twittering is the new passing notes, and apparently I already exist in a comic book. My toes and heels are blistered, but I'm going to the show at Little Red Studio and back to the comicon tomorrow.

    So life is pretty good. Despite the *cough*undisclosed amount*/cough* speeding ticket I got night before last.
    I move into my own place a week from today, Libby arrives in a few days, and I finally sold my car. A super cute girl likes me, and I bought her a happy popsicle magnet today. I am tired as all hell, but my hair is blue again. So yes. Good life.
    A picture for you as well, just to show off the magnet: