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    just been so goddamned restless lately. moved in the last couple weeks. the new area's job market is beyond anemic, and im going gonzo because of it. also i'm trying the scour the the area for decent SF and just can't find a damn thing. i want good SF the type that challenges the old world while promising a hint that we might actually be making progress.
  2.  (3394.22)
    I am sick n tired of administering. It sucks, SUCKS I tell ya! But on the bright side of the terminator, another of my PhD students passed his viva and a couple of decent reviews of one of my books came out. So, the devil is kept down in the hole for a little while longer.
    • CommentAuthorheresybob
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    Have to admit, it's a crappy week for me. Far too much work for the man is cutting into the work I'm doing for myself. I never knew that making money through the employer-employment model was such a trap until the last few weeks.

    Starting writing a new comic, had it half way done until I found out I broke the story wrong and currently rewriting the first act, which of course spills out. Probably the most excited I've been about a book in a while. I figure it may be 6 months before I even get it to a publisher.

    My non-fiction book is stalled due to me needing to research a hell-of-a-lot-more. I mean, I'm getting filler pages done, but the real hard thinking needs to be correct. Annoying as hell but the more I research about it, the more my communication theory is pretty supported by recently published articles. However, I'm tired of reading people whine about Pinker and Evolutionary Psychology: the paradigm is over - get a new model of communication, academic tards.

    Had some really great sex this week, tho. Too bad I don't know their names. Well, maybe not.

    Enough of this whining maudlin shit. How's this for a rant:

    If we've know things are going to change, and we know that the more we cling to traditions - no matter how stupid - why do we humans fear change the way we do? The traditions - these religions, organizations, belief structures, political parties, governments - they are not built to sustain a life of unending deltas from past to present. Why can't we develop a simple methodology that allows adaptation to change but supports our drive to think and express creatively? But NNOOOOOOoooo, we have to have lawyers and academics and police and political fleabags to fester on the wounds caused by change and develop economies like "reporting the news" to install fear about change.

    For fucks sake, humanity cannot prevent change - our presence demands it occur and at the highest rate to benefit the individual making the change. Calculate the risks and jump for your life.

    Rant off.
    • CommentAuthormavis
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    Wierd thread. But it suits my mood.

    Life is bad - for me. Yet - it's not really bad. Roof over my head. Money in the bank.

    However I just feel - empty. The woman I love wants nothing to do with me - and it seems to have torn a hole in my world. And worse of all - I blame my self. We actually had something but I thought I needed a gap between partners and she promised to come back - and has gone away with someone else.

    Ahhhhh. Self pitying clap trap - idiot boy.

    But....despite it all. There's so much good. Don't get me wrong - part of me fears it could all explode and then I'd have something to worry about. But I've got mint, and honey, and green tea - so I can make my favourite (non-booze) drink. So how bad can it be.....
    • CommentAuthoralphatrope
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008 edited
    I've taken to wearing a helmet. Writing has become dangerous. My phobia concerning gravity has caused me to levitate.
    While awaiting word from the mothership, I've taken to toiling with a few words of my own. It's a story, you see, which I can only describe as an absurd romp with tender moments...


    I have issues with poorly crafted toasters.
    They malign your toast
    They hold your bagels hostage
    They're wanted in 51 states for what they did to the Eggo (it was so bad, if a new state is added, they'll automatically be wanted there)

    I only toast my Ego. Leggo my Ego.


    I believe our current president to be a rodeo clown who could never find the barrel.

    This is what I looked like when I got back from HER house at 7AM. She left marks. Some apparent, some oh so sublime.
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    I'm not so pissed today, I could be, but I'm rather calm right now. I'm soon to go out to eat with the only friend I know I can count on to hang out with (all the others are treacherous,shady people who are completely unreliable and never seem to want to hang out with me.) So fuck them, I'm sick of getting down about it.

    The world is shit because yesterday was my 21st birthday and no one even offered to go out to a bar with me. So I sat at home with family, and my dad drank more then I did. Really, how many people have completely sober 21st birthdays? I'm not that big on drinking but christ it was boring.

    I'm sure if I don't understand people, or they don't understand me. Is there some essential social characteristic I lack? Seriously, it confuses the hell out of me. But again fuck that,my mind never seems to get off that question and I'm sick of dwelling on these things.

    The plan is to finish up the lyrics for one or two more songs, get my keyboard and start churning out some noise. I have an extreme lust for music and I can't play my drums all the time since they're too loud, so the keyboard will be my new project. Granted I can't even properly play my drums yet, but this is the plan and it shall be adhered to.

    "If it is death we are doomed to reap, then what is it, which we should sow?" Does this make sense? I don't find it terribly original but I like the way it sounds and find it popping into my head from time to time.

    I just want to talk to someone and be honest the entire time, and not have to think about what I say or what I might say. Conversations turn into strategic battles for me where I have to plan my moves in advance and hope I can come up with the right things to say in order to keep it going. But alas I am off to eat, I thank you Warren for at least I know that someone Loves me in that way.

    From earlier this year, in a Chinese restaurant in philly.
    • CommentAuthorGregCarter
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    What's pissing me off?

    Dragon*con. The comic track is not so hot again. There are a handful of great people there, and they let me be a guest in the Artist Alley, but there needs to be a bigger presence at a convention of this size. Sci-fi people like comics, right? And the webcomic panel is part of the EFF track and not the Comics track.

    It's too olde skool for me. (And I'm 48 ferchrissake!)

    I will talk to the dude(s) in charge of the track. Then if they don't fix it I'll at least have the right to whine.
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    I hate it when people who think they know a lot about film start spouting off about for instance, yesterday, that Straw Dogs is akin to torture-porn. Sam Peckinpah was a director of great skill and he did a lot more than meditations on violence. But within those films is a great analysis of sociological factors and attention to codes of honor that can contribute to violence. Sigh. Really pisses me off.

    Wish I had something more earth-shattering to report since this is my first post here, like about that body in the trunk the lime didn't quite get rid of (I joke, of course) - maybe next time.
    • CommentAuthorBro
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008 edited
    Whenever I leave my house keys out in the living room instead of taking them to my bedroom at night, I find that someone has switched the front door key with the back door. It might be my roommate. The consistency is to be admired.

    When the world is shit, best to be beetles and roaches.
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    I went to see Cory Doctorow and DJ Spooky on Thursday and it was every bit as inspiring and fucking killer as I could have hoped for.

    Took Friday off from work and spent it in the best way possible, sitting in a bar/brick oven pizza place around the corner from where I live in Brooklyn and finishing up a new short play, which I've just now sat down to type up.

    Sitting home, sipping some Magic Hat Circus Boy, listening to Mark Almond, and looking out onto Greenwood Cemetery where they just got done re-enacting "the Battle of Brooklyn."

    It's a good evening so far.
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    Bellowing tracksuit-clad neanderthals are fighting in the street outside. This is unremarkable, but the sudden fusillade of fireworks a few streets away that is providing the soundtrack makes for a nice touch.
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    My first open mic

    I'm struggling this is a fact full stop, I've just moved here to Bournemouth about a year ago now and can't seem to make any new friends! mostly because I don't have the cash to go out and watch some good music and meet new people because I'm supporting my growing family.

    I love my kids I love my girlfriend and I like Bournemouth but other then writing a comic that I'm not even sure is any good and trolling over forums I don't have any life!
    Christ how depressing! and even more depressing I feel like my friends in Jersey are starting to forget about me...........fuck not even sure if venting this is going to help me?

    Look if there is anyone on here from Bournemouth give me a shout

    And this might sound like i'm kissing ass, but cheers Warren your comunity you have here is helping me hold things together I owe you a stella or what ever you drink
    • CommentAuthorVetes
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week. Explain to me why the world is shit. Confess your sins. Get something off your chest. Tell me a plan. Tell me what's in your head. I want to know. On Saturday nights I am your ear and your confessor and your audience.

    I must say that 99% of modern people are idiots. I can't speak for the people that live in tribes in remote placs of Brazil or Africa, but most people I do not simply want to deal with. However, they are necessary to livebecause I wouldn't have most of the things I would now if the population was to simply be as small as in Stephen King's The Stand. A necessary evil I guess.

    A small short story I wrote called The Battle of 87: El Magnifico Cerdo VS. Bazooka Two-Arms is on Weaponizer. It's great to see something I worked on actually being appreciated.

    One of my closest, and oddest, friends is over tonight so we can play some video games and just simply hang out and talk about the Olympics and all the weird things that have happened in our area in the last two days, which include a middle school teacher almost decapitating his wife's head off and an attractive 24 year old teacher from the local high school getting caught (not actually in the act, but that would have made it juicier and funnier) having sex with a 15 year old student.
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    lean back and try to smile for the webcam:
    lean back and smile

    Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.
    There was an exodus this weekend, of people going to Burning Man. My roommate is one of them. The amount of effort that goes into Burning Man irks me. I get the ethos, it's just cloying the amount of waste and energy and duplicated infrastructure goes into duplicating basic camping facilities and privacy, for, as far as I can tell, no reason.
    It's not as if they couldn't establish a high-capacity campground somewhere in the Mojave or something for the money they fucking spend.
    I went in 2000, and it was interesting, on a personal and sociological level, but it just seems kind of bread and circuses, caligula, court of the Sun King level of self-aggrandizement, and that makes me wary.

    Explain to me why the world is shit.
    Shai fucking Agassi has gotten Israel to sponsor his electric cars thing. I met Agassi, back when he was at SAP in 2004. He's hot shit in a suit, and his ideas are fourth-hand ripoffs of others, but he can work a room, and he's got that particularl sharky kind of sociopathy that institutional investors interpret as the attitude of success. So he's getting his millions and installing his nepotistic shit into the governmental embrace of Israel, and Renault is going to make sure that it spreads to other countries, so they can keep selling their model lines.

    And I can't help but be pleased that it's happening at all. Because Tesla fucking Motors wasn't going to make a dent in anything but the curiosity market. But GM will see Renault as coming for their shit, and they'll have to develop defensive product lines. And so it starts, 8 years after it should have, if CARB had stuck to their goddamn guns.

    Confess your sins.
    I lie to my friends that don't like each other, because I don't feel like arbitrating their shit. I figure they'll either work it out, or cut off from their current friend eventually, so why should I stop hanging out/talking with either of them before I know who's going to do what? But I don't want to deal with friction either, so I make sure it doesn't come up.

    Get something off your chest.
    They're just comics, they're just movies, they're just books, they're just tv shows. I talk to people online who are passionate about things I'm interested in. I just wish there were more that were passionate about some of the things on my list that fit under my "doing things" column, instead of my "light entertainment before I go to sleep" column.

    Tell me a plan.
    I'm going to make an MMO game that reverse captcha's activities and sells the output to vendors, like mechanical turk, only hidden in gameplay. People might as well be grading audit reports while they're killing orcs looking for the one that drops the red pen amulet.

    Tell me what's in your head.
    I'm trying to avoid writing in someone else's sandbox for this year's NaNoWriMo, but it's hard. Maybe I'd find my own universes of characters more interesting if I got some other writers to guest in them?
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    I would like to go dancing in Big Clompy Shoes, but the clockwork bits of my brain would get sproinged so I will sit here and edit this piece of retrofuturist NeoVictorian silliness instead.
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    Goodness. I'm only waking up with my first cup of coffee and it's Open Mic Night time...

    1. The only human being I see on a monthly basis (or speak to weekly) is on vacation for a week and a half. I realised yesterday, that if I suddenly had some sort of brain embelism and fell to the ground in a mouth-frothy twitching state, nobody would notice... nobody would find my body for weeks.

    2. My only remaining working computer has a wiggly headphone port issue going on, which means neither plugged in speakers/headphphones, nor the internal speakers of the notebook itself, work. I have no sound. No movies or television to be entertained by, no music to listen to. Therefore I am catching up on the latest Doctor Who audio plays and putting them on my crappy little 512mb MP3 player, one at a time... so that I have something to distract myself with while I scrape the wax off my bathroom linoleum (and try to find Wordpress plulgins - or the means to do it myself - that combine auto-generating mutliple Flickr set thumbnail galleries of private photos with either lightbox and/or autoviewer).

    3. I keep going through Chasing Amy moments lately, trying to sort my sexual past... which really, isn't as extensive as it might seem. Having tallied the numbers, and asked my friends, I seem to have had less encounters than almost anyone I know. My "score" isn't as low as it could be, sure, but it's less than Carla Bruni's... though, granted, she's got a number of years head start on me. I'm realising that these past few years I've become more and more chaste, more modest, more personally withdrawn.

    Here is a photograph of me that I did not take:

    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    Haven't spoken to anybody real for at least a week (cashiers don't count – on the job they're just glorified vending machines), have enjoyed spending time at my parents house while they're on a trip. There are real trees here and everything! Birds! Frogs three layers thick!

    My back has been playing up a bit the last few weeks. I can't tell if it's getting better or worse. Time will have to tell if they managed to get everything this time. Two years seems to be about the limit for my reserves of optimism. At least I can still walk, and don't crap myself.

    And hey, the phrase Spinal Cord Tumor is a chick magnet, I can tell you.

    So I got a nice shiny new physics textbook this week, and have started 'hitting the books' again, as they say. If all goes well perhaps I'll finally enrol at the University in february.

    Television bores me. Have started reading KSR's Mars Trilogy again. Somehow mars colonization always gets me dreamy.

    Been thinking of taking up scuba diving. Anyone here an avid diver?
    • CommentAuthorPK Hume
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
    Banging my head on my keyboard for most of the afternoon has produced an acceptable approach to the tricksy bit of exposition that has plagued the first act of the graphic serial I'm scripting. Kudos to me.

    Unfortunately, a broken refrigerator + two roommates who are, respectively, blindingly obtuse to the realities of life and engaged in deviant intercourse with refugees from a cancer ward on the other side of my bedroom wall (the third roomie joins me in my suffering) + a girlfriend living two hundred miles away who's rapidly approaching the end of her tether as her sublet expires out from under her + a day job truly Sisyphean in its pointlessness = PK Not Having A Great Week.

    But I shouldn't complain. At least I'm not on fire.
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    Damned rubbish week. One bit of light is that I've probably got the mortgage sorted, or at least stabilised, so that we're not going to have to live under a tarpaulin, foraging for nettles and roadkill at least in the next six months. If there's a condition that's a sort of financial dyslexia, I have it, I'm a walking Enron microcosm. It's making me extremely irritable and I'm feeling sorry for any bastard that ends up having to endure me.

    Future plans? DIY lobotomy.

    miserable bastard
    • CommentAuthorzebaslam
    • CommentTimeAug 23rd 2008
     (3394.40) first open mic night.

    I have decided that I pretty much hate everyone. This realization is born of a deep, intense hatred for the guy who is supposedly by boss and who I swear I will kill one of these days if he doesn't back the fuck off. The only person who I could rant to has left the job and its getting pretty hard to get through the day without her goading me on and encouraging me not to go insane.

    Also, the cat is acting weird. She was fine a minute ago but then attacked me from behind the TV and ensured that I'm not about to get any sleep anytime soon. Still, at least I have my health. For now.

    Horrible week to try and give up smoking. Again.