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  1.  (3106.1)
    Saturday Night Open Mic: tell me what you want to be doing, or where you want to be, this time next year. Or just vent, scream, show people your arse or talk dirty to me, it's Saturday night, do what you like...
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
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    YEP SITTING ON MY ASS IN MY BIG YELLOW PARLOR IS INFINITELY PREFERABLE TO GOING BERSERK IN SAN DIEGO, THANKS EVER SO MUCH

    I canceled my trip out of worry, and that was stupid. I guess I'm still scabby and raw over the missus getting sick.

    So much for the restorative power of travel, booze, and bright, blinky lights. At least I'm not back to my shithole job until Thusday.
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      CommentAuthorfoxtongue
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.3)
    Tonight I'm heading a group that's going to be part hosting a renegade lantern festival. I'm upset that the company who generally run it are abandoning it on its 20th anniversay. Everyone thinks the company is really fabulous, but really they're just out to make a buck and screw the performances if need be. They cancelled my fireworks on a technicality last year and didn't tell any of the pyro team. They fired someone while she was in Isreal and didn't tell her until she came back to work and found someone else at her desk. It's rotton, all the way through. And now they're starting tp plan events to see if they can get people to stop coming, to make them smaller, and cancelling them when they know that's impossible. I hate it. it's loathesome behaviour, and I hope that tonight, when the public takes back the latner festival, some positive changes will finally happen.
    • CommentAuthorbuzzorhowl
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.4)
    I want to be a published writer in a year. I mean, OK, considering the amount of zines I've put out and unpaid reviews and articles I've done for other people's mags, I'm definitely a published writer, so that's not really what I mean. I guess I mean I want to get paid for my writing. Because that's never happened. My friend Jojo, who is one of my favorite people in the world, has been really getting on my ass to send stuff out, and actually we're supposed to hang out Thursday and prepare some of my stories to be mailed out to places, so hopefully some progress towards this goal will be made soon. I mean, maybe the stories will get rejected everywhere, but considering that I've never tried sending any of my stories anywhere ever, even that seems like a step in the right direction. I will probably get way too excited about rejection slips at this point, honestly.

    The only other thing on my mind is this: I've become very enamored of posting on twitter. At first, I was incredibly skeptical of the entire thing, but I've come to learn that my mind actually spits out twitter-appropriate thoughts on a very frequent basis. So yeah, I've been on there a week or so and posted about 200 times. But this is making me worry--does everyone following me secretly hate me? I mean, I'm doing what I want to be doing with the service, and it really shouldn't matter if no one follows me on there, right? But I still worry.

    Course, after Matt Fraction posted something like 50 times in an hour last night, I felt a bit better.
  2.  (3106.5)
    I'm packing for Pennsic.

    Actually that's not entirely true, I'm frantically sewing the last few things I need to sew, praying that my hedgehogs and tarantulas don't spontaneously combust or have a gang fight set to the West Side Story soundtrack while in other peoples care, and obsessively going over the list of stuff that needs to be packed to make sure I didn't miss anything.

    I am hungry, tired, and frazzled; but in 36 hours I expect to be wearing funny clothing, stinking of campfire, and oozing with metabolized home-brewed mead from every pore so I think it'll be OK.

    I fully expect to be doing the same exact thing one year from today and I wouldn't have it any other way.

    If anyone wants to see my arse they'll just have to come to Pennsic too I guess.
  3.  (3106.6)
    I'm doing nothing other than trying to plan out the next six-twelve months of my life.

    I want to find a different job (working for the government is starting to suck).
    I want to move to Phoenix.
    I want to get much better at playing electric guitar (on this latter, the tutorial programs I've tried to use haven't been very effective... I'm considering paying for lessons).


    More immediately, I'm trying to decide what, if anything, I want to eat.
    • CommentAuthorFireThief
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.7)
    I'm not in San Diego. I have been heard recently saying I'm not sure how much fun it would be. Maybe Chicago is the biggest con I could handle. That's mostly bullshit.

    I know someone who writes for a review site, and this person is pretty annoying now as they think they're the hottest pot of shit around. Constantly talking about what "Joe Comic Writer/Illustrator" said. Also, this person will not hesitate to step in front of you in a conversation if someone prominent in comics steps up. Shit like that pisses me off.

    Went to an art show last night. Want my friend to stop fucking around and illustrate a script. Sometimes I want to break light bulbs just to hear the pop-tinkle.
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      CommentAuthorEl3mo
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.8)
    Went to Comic Con and emerged unscathed and on-budget.
    Way to many people. Didn't get to see any panels.
    Got to buy a book from Wil Weaton, who is a good guy.
    Missed seeing Kim Evey and the Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show people.

    Lots of Light & Sculpture ideas came together for me this week.
    Started new project and very excited with it.

    Tonight is good people, good food and pool/hotub.

    I think, yes, definitely: WINNING!

    Elmo Martin - Artist & Poet - 2008
    See, I'm almost smiling.
  4.  (3106.9)
    Lost fifteen pounds, lost (most) of my hair and am currently happy. For now.
  5.  (3106.10)
    In one year's time, I'd like to have some of my writing out there being read. I'd like to be out of this house, maybe, as I think it's choking us to death with radon-mutated mold. The rent is great and the location is awfully convenient, though. Professionally, I'll still be working in the same place and working at much the same stuff.

    It's a frightening idea that in one year's time I'll be in much the same place I am now, doing much the same thing. Maybe with some savings--having some money in the bank would be nice. This month-to-month survival feels like stagnation, sometimes. But fuck that; you have to get on with it and get as much as possible out of it. When it comes to enjoying life, getting as much as I can out of it, I do alright. I could do better but I do alright. I share this life with a beautiful and tolerant girl and things are slowly coming together for us.

    I will hold back on the arse picture for now as I fear it might be a bit of a turn-off. Nobody needs to see that. I haven't seen it in years.
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      CommentAuthorgdwessel
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.11)
    Well, I'm not at San Diego. I'm still here in Indianapolis working my arse off. I get no time to even breathe it seems.

    I am in the midst of my big plan to be at Chicago 2009 tho with items to peddle, pitch, shill and sell. Oh, yes.

    Too much else going on since last I checked in, including the apparent suicide of someone here in town known to a few other Whitechapellers. Which is kinda weird.

    Next week, FIVE DAY VACATION (with the kids).

    I gotta go smoke before Shift #2 of the day kicks in. Have fun everyone, I'll check in later.
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      CommentAuthorwaniyetuwi
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.12)
    Eating dinner, trying to choose between vodka, rum, and beer. Which one?
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    Unless the vodka's in the freezer, choose beer.
    • CommentAuthorzanegraves
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.14)
    Next year? I'm going to be paid for doing something that I actually want to do.

    Also, either get a BF or learn enough yoga to go down on myself, I'm not picky as to which.

    And I'll have a pony. But that's just to spite all those kids who want ponies: I, myself, do not actually want one.
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      CommentAuthortedcroland
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.15)
    My brother's birthday party officially starts in ten minutes. I have no idea how many people are showing up, but I know that a number of them will be friends, and another number will be people I'd have preferred never to see again. Should be an interesting evening. I hope not everyone gets mega drunk so I'll at least have someone to talk to.

    I'm worried about a friend. This friend tends to be very hard on them self, and recent events have made them sink. I really want to help this person--but I'm running out of ways how. I'm not about to walk away...I really just want them to feel better. I'm at a point where I'm not sure how.

    Where I want to be...by this time next year, my ideal place would be living on my own in San Francisco, mostly done with my BA, looking for graduate programs. I'd have a steady job and able to support myself. Fucking pipe dream, maybe...I don't know how much I believe in it right now.
    • CommentAuthorFireThief
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.16)
    I was in Indy the other night for that art show. Going there tomorrow to see the Dark Knight on IMAX. Apparently there's a con coming to Indy in November. Called the Midwest Comic Convention.
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    "I’m drinking beer and watching NETWORK."

    That's appropriate coincidence, Mr. Warren, for I just finally the first time ever watched Network last night; and when it was over, stunned, transformed, my overriding thought was, "Shit This is the perfect science fiction movie".

    Which is brilliant, since there's no science fiction in it. Which just reveals how peripheral the idea of fictional science is to science fiction. Network lifts away all the artifacts and living manifestations of universal human meaning so subtly over its course -- lures us along with the promise of clarity and reaffirmation, but leaves us staring down the faceless blank blaring madness of The New Society with absolutely no words of protest left in our throats -- brings us, finally, teetering on the brink of philosophical apocalypse, casually shoves us over -- And! -- We fall limply back into the real word, instantly comforted by the familiar signpost of a children's cereal commercial, shaking off the infinite black fear of a moment prior like an already-forgotten dream, and yet left aware, somewhere underneath, that the dark and cold horrible place we just returned from was Reality, and the world we're so grateful to find back under our feet is the illusion.

    The best science fiction isn't about science. The best science fiction isn't fiction.

    Anyways, my thoughts turned to you, Warren, because that basically summed up for me the monumental gravitational attraction of Doktor Sleepless, which is my favorite thing you're producing right now. Is Network an American anomaly amongst your strange quaint British artistic influences?
  8.  (3106.18)
    I'm joining a group of like-minded friends to try to fund some sort of startup biofuel company in the heartland of America. For some reason or other, no one in the Midwest has actually tried to market biodiesel (which is made fairly simply by mixing various types of vegetable oil, lye and alcohol, then separating out the impurities) on any scale larger than for personal use. We're looking to see whether making it on a larger scale is practical and/or profitable.

    Best case scenario? In a couple of years I and my friends will be tycoons!

    Worst case scenario? Once we gather all the data and look at what we've got, we discover we ain't got shit. But hey, you never really know unless you try, right?
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      CommentAuthordiello
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.19)
    I wanted to be Warren Ellis when I grew up, but I heard someone already has that job.
    • CommentAuthorFireThief
    • CommentTimeJul 26th 2008
     (3106.20)
    If I cared to spend the time I'd sit and wonder why I'm so entertained by watching the UFC. I'm not athletic, I don't constantly want to fight people, my day is largely consumed by reading and writing. But the more blood, the more injuries there are, the more entertained I am.