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    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008 edited
    Watching the Lord of the Rings movies and skipping all the scenes with Frodo in them, makes the movies much shorter (and better)...

    Require beer though, sadly have none. Need to go shopping this week.
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    Well I suppose I have some notes:

    Haruki Murakami's Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman (a collection of short stories) is so far REALLY FUCKING GOOD. I can't put it down. It's beautiful and funny and heartbreaking, and I have a thing for heartbreaking stories. I've never read him before, was looking for something new, this is apparently his newest book.

    Brooklyn people are oddly curious about what you are reading -- or I should say they make a point of telling you they've read what you're reading and make attempts at showing you up with their breadth of knowledge on the subject or author or whatever. Get fucked I'm reading.

    The Best of the Best American Erotica 2008 (also short stories) is so far not very good, and I'm two stories in. Bought on a whim, oh well. AND it kicks off with a brother and a sister getting it on, which, as about two of you know, is not my favorite subject matter.

    There's never a good reason to go to Times Square. If a friends tries to convince you otherwise, it is because he is mistaken and will soon learn of his folly and you don't have to go along for the ride.

    I love karaoke. It's much better than Times Sq.

    And I'm coming to love Facebook's poke feature. Only because a drop dead gorgeous woman in my neighborhood that I do not know has poked me. She's probably crazy.

    Now I'm going to cower from the cold and read more of this Murakami book.
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Been a strange week, my credit card is almost paid off. WOOOOO. But just as life turns up, sleeting rain pumps down on my car. I walk out to open the door, it won't budge, so I pull hard and break the fucking handle off. Then I make it inside the car i could of sworn I thawed the wipers but just my luck I turn em on and break one of those. The next day on my way to work the clutch goes out. Jesus Christ on a stick, I've had some horrible car problems. Not to mention contimplating Grad school, and working on a comic project with a panel. You know what might make the day better is if I had a new issue of WOLFSKIN, so Warren off your ass back to work. We need that book in about an hour. Anyways
    • CommentAuthorSasha_mak
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    During a christmas break a couple of years ago, I tried to marathon The Lord of the Rings trilogy(the extended version) and I couldn't do it.
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    The cat called "Bit" is a reference to Tron, right?

    And to those who've come up with book titles, you are better than my publishers by far and I would buy you drinks if we were on the same continent.
    • CommentAuthorSteerpike
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Trying to push forward on Sinclair Lewis' Oil! which I keep stalling in, and considering pouring Drano into my sinuses to beat this cold. Or, I suppose, Chinese food could be a less-lethal alternative.

    Also, 38 is too damn old to be stressing about getting a job and where the money's going to come from.
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    I'm about ready to cry.

    I'm broke.

    The dog's apparently ill.

    Half the house is either broken or breaking or falling apart.

    I hate my dayjob.

    But on the upside, I did get accepted to PhotoShelter (stock agency). Here's hoping I can make enough money to pay for the damn vet bill and some house repairs.

    I will cease to bitch now. The truth is, I don't make a lot of money at my art, but I do make some now. Which is better than none. I'm just feeling overwhelmed and sad and I wish I could sit with you all in a pub somewhere and drown my sorrows in cheap whiskey, cause I can't afford the good stuff.

    Someone send booze and a getaway car. I gotta knock over a bank.
    • CommentAuthorMacgyver
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Yup, exactly the same thing with me. It passes, don't worry about it. Or it won't and you won't give a fuck really. Win/win.

    I should be a therapist. That'll be £200 please
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    I have been on the WC chat for some of the week. It's very, very enjoyable, there's some incredibly interesting and intelligent people there. Not to mention it's funny as all fuck, the things we talk about. Raccoon testicles, for example, and no I'm not joking. Someone wrote it, and you showed up there, Warren. So now, every time we write Raccoon Testicles, the chat goes silent waiting for you to show up. It's quite frightening.

    Been writing for that forum Quill-Thrill (not going to reveal anything, in respect for your policy about other people's fiction), that was advertised on a thread here two weeks or so back. Doing lots of research, and when research doesn't help, I come up with some shit that makes sense enough. First chapter was shit, I published it before revising it properly, so I deleted it as fast as I could a week ago. Been working on it, and will write a few chapters before publishing the first, so I can have a good chunk of the overall story in my head.

    Wrote Portuguese subtitles for one of my favorite shows by Bill Hicks, "Sane Man". Brazil is a shithole with beautiful women, but still a shithole, so there's no Bill Hicks DVDs here. He's not known here, unfortunately. I found out about him via Garth Ennis' homage on Preacher #31, so thanks a fucking lot, Garth. Got the show divided in parts from You Tube. Had to struggle not only to translate the (excellent) puns, but also to fix Kevin Booth's horrible editing as best as I could (i.e. blacking out the screen every time one of his visual excesses appeared. It was better). All this with the objective of watching it with some friends that don't speak English. I thought about ordering his DVDs, but I'm planning on living in the U.S as soon as I can, so when I get there, I'll buy them directly. Yes, you probably noticed I'm not a fan of my own country. Well, a man can only take so much government corruption, violence, crime and stuff like that before realizing he wasn't born somewhere jolly. Actually, I was born way to the south of where I should have.

    Been working on my apartment, painting the walls, changing the carpet, doing my best not to snap the neck of the workers who insist in blowing dust all over the couches as they break the floor upstairs (there's a door, but they forget to close it, and dust goes everywhere). Bought new furniture yesterday. I was informed it'd be delivered in my apartment on Tuesday. "And when is it going to be assembled?", I ask. "After Tuesday", they tell me. "More specifically?", I insist. "We don't know. If until Saturday nobody shows up, come here talk to me and we'll send some guys over". So this week will be kinda indoors, waiting for the bastards to show up. I don't know why I bother. Frankly, it's obvious they will show up when I'm not here. That's simply how the world works.

    I'm having a problem with my breathing. I have some two-three minutes long moments when I feel as if my lungs won't inflate when I breathe. I can still breathe, but I have to force it. Went to the hospital, called Ennio Serra (its picture is on my post on the Oh my God it's the Outside World thread) and again the SAME cunt on the counter fucked up and sent me to the wrong place, where I waited for an hour and a half and then was informed I should be somewhere else. Always calm, I fought back the impulse of making that cunt swallow her computer and forcing it down her throat by bashing it with the printer. I will go to another hospital soon.

    Been following American politics, because following Brazil's is quite useless, it's a fucking loophole. Someone steals money, there's an investigation, thousands of incontrovertible proof turn up, the guy's declared not-guilty. And if he's guilty, he can't be arrested due to being a politician, so all he loses is his job, which he finds a way to recover later, and some mindless drones that populate this place vote for him.

    And lastly, been eating WAY less, trying to lose some weight, and walking some miles every day. I managed to keep this up all week, which is a record, and no trouble on that so far. Good.

    I will be in this thread for some hours. First Open Mic I catch before it closes.
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    I've been reading "Crooked Little Vein" which is a nice experience in seeing some of Ellis's rants from take on a new life, though I still think the Japanese and the Germans have a lot to teach America about depravity and odd sexual behavior.

    Right now I'm watching the first season of The Wire, collecting context and inspiriation for the crime fiction I'm trying halfway to write. I just came out of a three-week creative doldrum so I'm trying to keep up some momentum.

    Drugs, weapons, assault... more drugs.
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    Gonna get through the new season before re-experiencing "The Wire" from the first season on. I cannot wait.

    As a new watcher, Metalcowboy, I urge you to pay attention to the second season, just to figure out what the hell those dockworkers have to do with the overarching story.
    • CommentAuthorJamesMoore
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Figure I should stop being such a lurker and post for once.

    Mostly been lazy today, trying to write a little. Dreading the start of the work week. My sympathy to whoever else works at a call center. That's what I do, and it's soul crushing, but I try to remind myself that there are probably worse jobs.

    I share a birthday with our host, and it being my 25th is driving me crazy. It feels like I've accomplished nothing since I finished university.I'm worried it's too late to get anywhere, but still feel the urge to try. I have been writing more the last few months, so I'm making marginal progress there. I apply to jobs, but the experience catch-22 rears it's ugly head over and over. My personal life has also turned unsatisfying since college. I have/had a close group of friends, but the ones that haven't settled down/had kids have moved away. I miss having wonderful, strange, fascinating people in my life and have no clue how to meet more. There are sides to my personality/interests that the people around me just aren't satisfying.So while I love them and respect this new time of their lives I feel like the odd man out. I'd like to change that. So basically I stare down the quarter-century mark wondering what I'm going to do to fix a life I'm not happy with.

    I'll concur that nerd love is the best love. Enjoy it. I hope to experience it someday myself.

    Oh, and I'm wishing I could find a reasonably priced copy of one of Jeff Noon's books or Jess Nevins encyclopedia of Victorian pulp. Yeah, Needle in the Groove sounds great but I'm not spending $65 on it.
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    @Macgyver: How is miserable but hopeful or numb win/win? That and if the numb trend keeps going, I start getting more and more vulgar and cranky.
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Every time I look at the political situation in the U.S. and feel smug, I remember that Canada is being run by a blue meanie.

    • CommentAuthorMacgyver
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    I was being flippant Trini. Don't worry, it does get better though it will be shit for a wee while unfortunately :(
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008
    Because I am evil and there's a captive audience, I dare you all to watch this.
    • CommentTimeJan 20th 2008

    oh my mercy.. that kitten picture.. what the hell is that? Come on people. I want Chretien back.
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    I watched it. It's... It's...

    Can anyone come up with something to say?
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    James Moore:

    Keep working. 25 doesn't mean as much as it did when Orson Welles was young. If you're having problems with applying to writing jobs, be aware that pretty much ANYTHING you've ever written (as far as the "experience required" pain in the ass) can be used as a writing sample, if you play it right. Did a good blog-writing bit? Edit out the cussing and pass it off as a "self-published column." It's still an example of your writing prowess. If you've got three weeks worth of experience on a college newspaper, slap that on your resume. Things you think couldn't possibly be taken'd be surprised.

    But most importantly: 25 is a bullshit age. Don't worry about it. Keep working.

    As for nerd love: move to a city. If Philadelphia is close to you, get a cheap-ass place in Fishtown. Pray to god your car doesn't get broken into, but trust me, you'll meet the people you think you want to meet.

    A question for everyone, to a burgeoning self-publisher: where/how can I find a decent artist that can work on the cheap?