Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Titles, Right? Can't Get Enough of 'Em.
There's a period in the title! I don't know how to feel about that.
Negatively, that's my first instinct. But then it occurs to me that I Did
It, and if I Did It, gotta be great. That's my takeaway from crap.
Anyway, no more school!... still. Man is The Monotony Of Nothing
really clunking up my days. Big Show tomorrow night! It's gonna be
interesting. Either really great or really terribly. Or somewhere in
the middle. I've narrowed it down to those three things. Anyway,
jeez. Trying to write an entry tonight so I'm fresh tomorrow for the show.
It's like in THere's Something About Mary when Chris Elliott tells Ben Stiller
to jerk off before dates, so he doesn't go out there with a loaded gun.
This is the equivalent of me jerking off before a date. Writing an entry.
Before a show that could be seen by upwards of twelve people.
Cool! Sounds good to me. I've never seen the
movie ET. I've seen the movie Access Hollywood, though. Punderful.
Anyway, what the what. Christmas went pretty Christmaslike. I
thought I was neutral the entire day, but I saw some photos taken of me, and I
look sad and/or depressed. Makes me wanna say, c'mon, man, turn that
frown... not upside down, just sorta straighten it out. Gotta remain
neutral, that's my takeaway from life. Even kinda makes me want to start a
band called The Neutralizers until I realize there's a band called
Neutral Milk Hotel. They got three great words, all claimed for
themselves! Talk about greedy. Those are three words nobody can ever
What else. Came up with a minute or two of banter
introducing myself to Audience tomorrow. Figure that's a good way to break
the ice. But it's difficult for me. It's kind of skating on ice more
than it is breaking it. And then I gotta worry about doing the songs
right! Is there no end to the things I gotta worry about? Must be.
At some point, probably. Anyway, jeez. Probably be able to fit
around 18 songs into 50-55 minutes. That's a lot of songs. Too many,
one might say. I don't know what to do over the next 24 hours to get
myself into the zone for my show. This is uncharted territory here.
My instinct is 1) Turn Off Phone And Computer 2) Watch Hello Ladies 3) Wonder
What's Gonna Happen Next. What happens next could make or break the
Fourth paragraph? Cool. For a long, long time, I
was always the youngest one at Christmas Get Togethers. Now, there's all
these kids my cousins have. What The Hell! They've taken over
Christmas. What jerks. I wonder if Sidewalk Coffee has the jacket I
left there last week. Anyway. Recording my set tomorrow. If
it's good, there's a Live Album right there! If it's bad, We Shall
Never Speak Of This Again. If it's in the middle, 3) Wonder What's
Gonna Happen Next. Jeez. So much to worry about tomorrow.
Remember Introduction Banter. Remember the lyrics to each song, get in the
zone of singing it right, get in the zone of playing it right... 3) What
What's Gonna Happen Next.
Try to sing it right and play it right?
What am I, some sort of Multi-Tasker Guy? What else. It's all about
confidence. And who knows if I'll be confident 24 hours from now.
There's no way of knowing. I'm really confident a lot of the time and
really inconfident a lot of the time. Specially when I make up words.
Or take the letter "E," out of real words. Fifth paragraph. Anyway,
jeez. Still no grade for AAL Class. Hopefully he received my Final
Paper. If he didn't that's a real net negative. Anyway. Just
aiming for 10 paragraphs today. No need to make this Jerk Off Session
longer than it needs to be. Anyway, here's something I wanted to tweet a
few days ago but couldn't bring myself to do it--- "'Houston, we have a
problem.' 'Oooh, I love guessing games!'"
So that takes care of that. Half the entry is over.
Wonderful. Houston is all like, what is this 20 questions, just
tell us the problem. Houston be like that right werrrrd. There's
three degrees of playing guitar. Two Finger Picking (Used to be able to do
three finger picking when these songs were written, so we're already at a net
negative now), Soft Strumming (with thumb), Hard Strumming (which I do as if I'm
holding a pick between my thumb and middle finger, but there's no pick, I'm just
hitting the string with my pinched-up fingers). And a lot of songs involve
more than one.
So that's gonna mess me up. Wonderful. Seventh
paragraph. Now, the question is, do I do the Introduction standing up or
sitting down? I think I'd like to do it standing up, but then I'd have to
re-adjust the mic for when I sit down, and I don't know how to do that.
Just have them set it up for me before hand, so I gotta do it sitting down.
Wonderful, just great. Anyway. Decided not to say I'm recording the
show. They'll be like, you paid 30 dollars to immortalize this
bullshit? The point is Sure My Songs Are Bullshit Can't We Enjoy Them
Anyway? Doesn't sound very confident to me. What do you
expect, I've just been watching Stephen Merchant!... and his best friend,
Wade. Oh, Wade, will you ever learn!!!
Jeez. Eighth paragraph. What's a good confident
thing to watch to get me into the zone. Gladiator? But then I'll
be thinking about Joaquin Phoenix in the audience giving me the thumbs down and
then they feed me to the Christians or something. Gotta bring up
Christmas in introduction. Like, did you guys all have a nice
Christmas? That sort of thing. Came up with some banter off
that. Talk about I'm an atheist, but I like Christmas, because I don't
have many friends, and when you're around family that's one group of people that
have to like you or at least humor you. Banter! I don't believe
Isn't banter something multiple do with each other?
Yeah, probably. Well, that's life, I guess. Ninth paragraph.
What the what. The tone of my banter sets up the tone of my songs in a not
100% Great way, though. No way around it, though. This is the way
its gotta be I feel. Such is life. The point is This Could Be My Big
Break. I thought being done with College and having no Job Prospects
was my big break. Yeah, but this is a break within the break.
Like the weekend during Passover. Huh? The point is I only
have to write one more paragraph. Then back into Better Get Confident
Wonderful. I don't know. And by
Confident, I really mean, be in a zone where you don't care so much.
Just go with the flow. I don't mean getting into a headspace where I'm
like, these songs are the best! This is gonna be epic! I mean
get into a headspace like These are pretty good, this is gonna go well, but
who cares am i right, let's just do it and see what happens. More or
less, I feel. Anyway, crap the crap. What's at stake here, thuogh,
is that there's more to lose than there is to win. Best case scenario,
people like it, talk to me, consider it good. And that's that. Worst
case scenario, it goes terribly. And htat's that. Hmm.
Sounds about even.
But That Being That is a bad thing. I need
something to continue! I got nothing going on after tomorrow night!
Perhaps Permanently! Oh no. So that's what's at stake these days in
my life more or less. Whatta jip. Hey, it's the 11th paragraph.
Sure, what else is crap. Lost most of my bankroll in Poker. So I
don't even have that going on. Anyway, jeez. Should go pretty well,
all in all, is how I feel. Most of the time. Anyway, jeez, crap and
crap. I'll see ya later. Wait a second. This entry made me
feel worse than I did before this entry. What. Huh. I
thought Doing Stuff At Random always worked out for the best! My entire
life is a lie. See ya later.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Black Titles Matter
That's for sure. What's up. Been a week since last entry. No
More School! Probably. Got a B+ in disabilities class. I be
plussed about it! Nonplussed is a word. Plussed oughta be the
opposite of that, right? Let's get Websters on the phone. Crap and
crap, I don't know. Tried to write an entry a few days ago and made it
only halfway through the second paragraph. Deleted it on account of it
being nothing. Just saw my optometrist. Well, he's everyone's
optometrist. The point is, thinking about going back on Contact
Lenses! I need to mix things up, that's my feeling. Really get into
a new groovy groove to groove in.
I think when the light is Yellow, it should be yellow for
both perpendicular directions. You know, just to mix things up. Keep
it interesting! That's my motto. Well, it is now. Pot
committed to the whole thing and whatnot. Really mucked up the open mic
this Monday. Started playing a song and couldn't pull the opening lyrics.
Then went into another song which went mediocre. Then left my freakin'
jacket there! I e-mailed them about it but no response yet. So the
point is next week is lookin' real good. I think I'm gonna pay them
30 dollars to do their professional recording of it. This may be my
musical waterloo. Which I will win, but still stop fighting wars anyway,
so I need a record of it. That's how analogies work.
Record of it! Pun'd it. It's not really a
pun. It's the same word used in slightly different contexts. Lets
talk about it. I don't know, what the what. So far, one week off
from school, not goin' good. Not really engaged with anything. Got
the guitar working with the software. No workin' on songs yet, though.
Maybe never. Maybe I'm just not meant to be a Music. OH well, live
and learn. There's always my back-up plan-- ...write for money somehow?
Sounds plausible. I was reading one of these stupid Top Ten articles about
the Top Ten Movie Titles We Didn't Know Were Puns. One of them was The
Santa Clause. Now, granted, I'm more attuned to catching puns than
most people. But if you missed that pun, I don't even know what to say.
The whole movie is about it.
So the point is Christmas Is Ruined. Crap and crap.
Saw The Disaster Artist. Pretty good! Kinda made me want to become a
disaster and/or artist. What else is going on. I don't care much
about losing my jacket, it was no good anyway. Don't look forward to the
probable future where I have to tell my parents I lost my jacket. They'll
be all like, No Jacket? Huh? Wha? But... you... The
point is I'm a great impressionist. I nailed that impression.
Apparently today is the first day of Winter. Also known as the worst
season. Let's talk about it. Is the restaurant The Four Seasons
divided into four dining rooms and each room serves you meal based upon an
individual season? My guess? No.
Anyway. Fifth paragraph. Cool. Down
about seven, eight dollars in poker since I put money up there. That's
cool I guess. If you're a pervert, optometrist is a good job for you.
You get to be all up in peoples faces and stuff. That's my takeaway from
life. Got Chicken Pot Pie for dinner. Wow, I don't believe it.
What else is going on. Watched Taxi Driver yesterday. I remember
when I was a kid, I would tell my family stories about how I was a taxi driver
before I was born. Not like in a past life, or anything. While I was
in the womb, I was in a metropolitan type area and I drove taxis. So
that's something about something.
Maybe. I don't know. Ten paragraphs would be good
enough for this piece of crap. Point is Great. I got a C+, a B+, and
a B on my three papers for Disability Class, and still got a B+ in the class!
Talking all the time in class really paid off in a big way. Wonderful.
Whatta do with the rest of my life. I have it narrowed down to I'll
figure out something. Either that or Uh-Oh Haven't Figured Out
Anything. What else is crap. Wrote half a verse of lyrics last
night. Four lines. AABB. Don't mean to brag or anything.
Pretty cool stuff. Anyway, jeez. I don't know. Another day
with nothing to do. What bullshit. I wanna do stuff! It's fun!
Seventh paragraph. Apparently we're gonna take money
from the poor and give it to the rich. Sounds about right. Certainly
is one way to go about things. Gotta do something. Might as well be
the wrong thing. I think my favorite part about doing open mics is taking
the train to and from. I like me some train rides. It's like regular
life, but you're moving. But not really. You stay still but overall
you're moving really fast. I can't get enough of this stuff! Anyway.
If I clean up my room, I get a TV! On the one hand, Great I Get To Watch
Stuff! On the other hand, Oh No More TV! Scary! Taxi Driver
gives Crazy People a bad name.
One thing I've thought about in the last 24 hours to try to
get myself into a new round of music is calling myself something new. The
Uppers was good, but that's over. Michael Kornblum isn't working out for
anyone. Gotta come up with something new. To give context to what
I'm doin'. And gettin' myself into an alternate personality. To give
context to what I'm doin. So far I've narrowed it down to A Band Name or A
Real Name That Isn't Mine. Alright, now we're having fun!
Great. I may just go back to using the digital 8 track to record songs.
I'd have to hold the output cable in place, but it's what I'm used to.
Can't argue with the classics.
Ninth paragraph. Wow! A real entry. Cool
beans. I have one Band Name idea that's sort of a similar feel to The
Uppers. Should go for a new feel though. I know! A New Feel
Though. Let's put that on the I'm Wasting My Life pile.
Crap and crap. I'm confused about The Rap Game. It's called The Rap
Game but he says This Ain't No Game! Please Clarify. What
else is crap. Contact Lenses! Now we're gettin' back in the game.
I ain't no glasses wearing chump anymore. Although, in all fairness, these
style of glasses I've worn for the last couple years, pretty good. I feel
fine with my appearence in them. I just wanna mix things up is all.
Probably cause subconsciously I wanna mix up music.
That makes a ton of sense. What else. Tenth paragraph. May go
for 15! That sounds like a ton of sense. Huh. Crap and
crap. Without giving it away-- the New Band Name I thought of is inspired
by something from Child's Play II. If you can guess what it is, based on
that, you know me pretty well. E-mail your guesses to
GHO@hf.chldsplay. I don't
know. Crap and crap. I also gave the clue that it's a similiar feel
to The Uppers. Man, if I was you, I could figure it out.
Especially since I already know it. Cause I thought of it. Really
puts me at a big advantage in the whole guessing game thing.
11th paragraph! Came clean to my parents about how I've
been drinking more. They're not happy, but at least I'm not hiding it or
anything. Wow. I don't know. I'm glad I'm actually writing
this entry. Doin' something at least. Anyway. One of the
things is that, this software, it was advertised as having all these great
things. And so far all I could figure out is playing my guitar with no
effects and nothing else. Metronome. Figured out the metronome.
Anyway, jeez. I don't know. No crap to do later tonight.
Whatta jip. Crap and crap.
Four paragraphs to go. I can do that. Plausibly.
Word. I found out that Science thinks I'm a Millennial. Seems the
average definition is being born 1980-2000. That's one long birth.
Word. But, yeah, whatta jip. Millennials are known for being
arrogant and self-entitled. What do you expect, with a name like
Millennials. Hey, we were kids when Millennium Shifted! Special!
Anyway. What about The Greatest Generation. You don't see them
thinkin' Hey We're Great Apparently all the time. Probably not,
at least. That's my educated guess.
13th paragraph. Cool. Apparently the Life
Expectancy in America has gone down two years in a row. That's no good.
What the what. By the time I'm the average life expectancy now I'll be
dead. I don't like those odds! Jeez. The point is every man
thinks their mother is a city. That they drive people around. In
taxis. That's my takeaway from this entry. Eh, I'll end this entry
after this paragraph. I got that going for me. In the mean time,
gotta come up with more stuff to do. Hmm. I'll see ya later.
Friday, December 15, 2017
Let's Title It Up!
Put money on poker five minutes ago. Already lost 5 dollars! I'm not
wasting no time. Handed in AAL Final Paper today. May be the last
time I go to Queens College. Or have to do something related to Queens
College or College in general. Hey, I'm up to only being down 4
dollars! I ain't wasting no time. Anyway. Gotta figure out
how to use Mixing Program With Computer Guitar. Then it's smooooth
sailing. What else. The Child Molester lost his bid to become
senator. You say that sentence a few years ago it sounds like nonsense.
It's a good sentence in people learning English classes. Translate--
The Child Molester Lost His Bid To Become Senator. That's what English
is all about.
Anyway. Eminem's new album "Dropped." Pretty
good! I like how it sort of follows a narrative, a lot like his first
three or so albums. I'll follow his narrative all day! Anyway.
AAL Paper wasn't as evil and malignant as I thought it was, once I was reading
it over. Still no good, but not too insensitive or anything.
Figure it's good for a C, giving me a B- to B+ in the class. That's my
hypothesis. Anyway. Gonna see a movie tomorrow with my A+ #1 best
friend. My brother! He's like me but taller. That settles
that. Anyway. Open Mic on Monday. As far as I can tell
from this point, going to Open Mics on Monday Nights is the only thing I have to
give me structure for the upcoming months, so far. I'll figure something
Like writing a batch of songs! Once I figure out this
program. It's tricky. Hey, my birthday happened! Success.
I totally turned a year older and whatnot. I think I have a pretty good
persona at open mics. I'm approachable, in good spirits, but not needy.
At least I feel that I present myself that way. I just had a good idea for
a Christmas gift. Hand them an envelope, and inside, there's a note saying
Just Take Back What You Gave Me. Problem solved! And only 50%
the effort between all parties involved. Anyway, what else. My Dad
has told me a pretty funny story from his childhood, I think it's about the
tooth fairy. Whenever he lost a tooth, he magically got 50 cents or
something! How wonderful! Then when he checked his piggy bank or
wherever he kept his change, 50 cents was missing. Magic!
Fourth paragraph. I've been at Queens College
completing my degree for three and a half years. Now it's time to let
loose! You know, go crazy and whatnot. Celebrate good times and
whatnot. You know, drink more alcohol? Anyway. Crap and
crap. I feel like I've made little progress figuring out how to record
guitar, and it feels kind of hopeless. But in an alternate future where I
do figure it out, that'd be great. What else. Maybe even
figure it out later today. I can't even imagine. Then it's
smooooth sailing. I already got one three-chord-progression. Totally
could either be the chord progression to the verse or to the chorus.
Nobody ever heard this chord progression before. We're in uncharted
I think we should look at stars and stuff 2000 light years
away to see if anything crazy was happening. That's when Jesus was around.
You'd think him being around, if he really is all that great, would resonate
throughout the universe, right? Let's figure this one out. What
else. Fifth paragraph. I fantasize a lot about figuring out a way to
get a camera or something, or some sort of reflection, so we can get to the
vantage point of a 100 million light years away, and then see Earth from there.
See Dinosaurs in Real Time. Sounds like fun to me. What else.
Gotta clean up my room as a condition to get a new TV. Then I get to get a
new TV. You know what that means! Binge watch shows I've seen
before. But not in a while!
Jeez. Go up to YouTube, listen to my songs on TV.
You got songs playing on TV, you've made it, that's my feeling. Hey,
just won five dollars. Now I'm up! Never thought that woulda
happened. Cool! What else is crap. Just watched Bridge Of
Spies yesterday. No spies, and a literal bridge. I was 0-2 in what I
how I thought that title would represent the movie. There's some spies.
But the main guy isn't a spy. That's my takeaway from things.
Anyway. It's the early afternoon. Whole lotta day left to go.
Wonderful. This is it. 80% chance this is the first think I've done
since graduating. Mission Accomplished. Smoooth saline
Seventh paragraph. Not goin' too well, gotta say.
Not a lot of goofballs, feels not as fun as usual. I can do better is the
point. Well, not really. In theory I could. But if I could do
better, then wouldn't I be doing better? That's some philosophy for ya.
I don't know. I guess there's a chance I fail one of these classes.
More likely AAL. He just doesn't like my paper, doesn't like I used
Courier New. I wouldn't like it, so I could see his hypothetical point.
Anyway. Hmm. Goofballs. Hmmm. Smooth Sailing.
I guess I could get started on This Seems to Be a Book. See, it's
about these characters. They all got names. So far, I got seven.
The environment may be a College Dorm. That was their first
appearance, most of these characters. But probably something else.
NASA. And they're black ladies, and... oh already been done.
Okay, how about this-- they're in a board game called
Juman... shit that's been done too. Pretty sure this remake of
Jumanji qualifies as The Great American Novel. Okay, there's this actor
called John Malkovich, and people get to be him... Crap!
Eighth paragraph. This getting rid of Net Neutrality is gonna Break The
Internet. Surprised no ones made that punservation before. I
don't know. Donald Trump II says I don't understand Net Neutrality.
Which is ironic because he's a Fool. What else is going on. Tax Bill
comin' up. Hey, maybe one day I Want To Be a Corporation, maybe this is
good for me?? That's my takeaway. Still a 10% chance it doesn't
get through. I like those odds!!! Anyway.
Ninth paragraph. I gotta say, I find it pretty
impressive that every Democratic Senator is voting against it. I'm sure
they get just as much donations from The Wealthy and The Corporations as the
Republicans. For real, good for them. Probably. I don't have
all the details, that's for sure. Can't wait to post on Facebook Hey I
Graduated once I know for sure. Then people are gonna be like Hey
Good For You. Mission Accomplished. I don't know. Who
knows how long this entry will be. May cut it off after 10 paragraphs, we
don't know, none of us. Well, you. All you gotta do is scroll down a
bit. But that's cheating. And I've got no tolerance for cheaters!
And, yes, using courier new counts as cheating! You
Fail My Class! Uh-oh. And he may have specifically said
something like, you use courier new, you're gonna fail. There's a
solid 20-30% chance he said that. I'd like to see him try it!
No I wouldn't! That would be Bad News Bears for me! Is there a rule you
need to get a C or something for it to count? Probably not. Why
have D's in the first place? There's no logic to that. What else.
Got a beer on my way home. To drink. Which I'm doing. There's
plenty logic to that. My instinct is to go for 20 paragraphs.
Hopefully the second half of this entry will be more worthwhile than the first.
That's my takeaway from things.
Cool. I had a dream I was in a position to order a beer
and I ordered a better quality beer than I would usually order in real life.
Wow! I don't believe it. What else. Already got dinner for
later tonight. Chicken Pot Pie. Now we're talking Great Dinner.
What else. It combines my two favorite things-- protein and pastry!
A match made in Deli. I'm not gonna make it to 20 paragraphs. At
least I get to relax theoretically. Nothin' to do. Anyway.
Stop after this paragraph I guess. No need to force it if it just ain't
comin'. Crap and crap. I'll see ya later.
Monday, December 11, 2017
Stay Gold, Titleboy, or: Heyy, I'm Titlin' Here!
It's a New York reference. And a Outsiders reference. Oh you mean
like The Suburbs? Huh? Congratulations you're at a website.
Wonderful. Had my last session of Class hopefully ever. I think it's
reasonable to guess I will never have to do any work ever again. After
this paper. Man, this paper I'm workin' on, let me tell you. Not
only is it terrible, but it's a malignant force of hellishness that I've
inadvertently released into our univese. Also, it was from another
dimension. Also, it was from another dimension! Or so
I've heard. The point is I'm cought up between wanting to write
something good, for my own personal insight, as well as to impress Teacher, and
not having a work ethic in any sense at all.
So the point is I'm writing for my website. Great!
Birthday in a couple of hours. This is my gift to myself. It's
about time. Hey, Palindrome-- Books Drown In Words, Koob. Now
all I need to do is find someone named Koob. It's harder than you'd
think it would be. Anyway, what the what. Great news! By some
stroke of alternate-dimensional luck, my show at the Sidewalk Koffee is on a
night they're having a big holiday show. So the audience will be existent!
And it's like I'm openin' for them! Even if it's just by luck, pretty cool
stuff. Plus, get to do 50-55 minutes. So the point is
everything's comin' up Kornblum. Gotta hand in paper on Friday. Get
to do Open Mic on Monday. Then it's nonstop pleasure with no stress or
work or chore ever again.
Sounds like a reaaaal purgatory. Huh?
Anyway, the point is great, what else. Got Food for tonight. Big
Poppa Pump (err, by that, I mean my father) was home tonight when I was not to
order me something. Figured out a cast of 7 characters in case I wanna get
started on the Great America Trump Again Novel. Got their names, plus one
word which describes them. One of the words is Protagonist and another
one is Antagonist. So yeah, I'd say I got the details down pat.
Working title is This Seems To Be a Book. Can't go wrong with
nonsense, that's been my experience. Anyway, third paragraph. What
Anyway. I'm pretty much doing the one thing any logical
person would avoid to do for the African American Lit class. Imposing my
assumption of how White People read the books and how Black People read the
books. That's something you should figure out in the first five minutes of
the first class. That's the opposite of what we're learning.
Yeah, but if I do it for 20 pages, Whose Learning Now?!
You, that's who. I've become the learnerner. I think it's
strange that I'm a grown adult and there's still a little voice in my head that
says, tomorrow's my birthday, I should be pampered with presents and gifts.
Maybe not literal ones, but people should go out of their way to make it a great
day for me. Because of an arbitrary measurement of time. Get on
board with this crap.
The point is What Else. Tomorrow is like Christmas,
except for me. That's how that works. I don't get why Mall Santas
ask kids Have you been a good boy this year? First of all, you
can't take their word for it. Of course they're gonna say yes, they're no
dummies. Second of all, ...isn't this something you should already
know? Third of all, what else is going on. I don't get unicorns,
have you heard about this. I know they're half something, half something
else. Half pony, figured that out. What's the other half?
Javelin? Unicorns... they're half pony, half... unicorn.
Figured that one out. And I did it all by myself!
Fifth paragraph. Because of an arbitrary measurement of
words. Also, does my paper strike a reasonable balance between me
saying "African American," and, "Black?" Can't heavily favor just one
of the terms. That'd be racist. And if there's one thing I'm not,
it's the kind of person who is okay with being racist. That's Where
I Draw The Line! Anyway, what the what. Sent in The Station Agent
paper. Solid B-, that's what I'm aiming for. And C or C+ is what
I'm settling for. Jokes on you, I passed the class anyway!
Pulled a fast one there. Having referential thinking, with my last name,
you're like, Unicorns, hmm, guess they're talking about me. That
settles that. In English, it's good to have referential thinking.
I've had multiple teachers point out that all literary works refer to each other
and live in the same universe. It was either teachers I had, or a
review I read for Stephen King's The Dark Tower. Can't remember for sure
anymore. As long as you don't think you're the God Of English
Literature And Art, referential thinking is a-okay. Don't think you're
the god of English literature and art.
Everyone knows the famous people who share their
birthdays, but mine is pretty great. Frank Sinatra. And he
practically sang a song about birthdays! It Was A Very Good Year.
Obviously a man thinking about life and age... on his birthday!
When else would you sit back and reflect on things that happened to you in
rhyme. I don't know. The point is Great. We're about to elect
a child molester to the senate. A year into Trump, and that still feels
like a new low. I call it America Episode IV: A New Low.
Because it's almost a slant rhyme of that one thing that is being referential.
Sixth Paragraph. I'm gonna have to make a conscious effort to continue
writing here regularly without the structure of class. Because this in and
of itself will give me structure. Structure I Crave!
The point is Seventh paragraph. Get to do Open Mic in a
Week. Lovin' it! A Christmas the week after. Not mine, but
Jesus's-- still good. Show a few days after that. Man, did I luck
out. They're having a big show from 8-12 PM, and I go on at 7 for an hour!
Great amount of time, great that there'll be people there, and great that people
might accidentally associate me with the "scene" that's going on there
and make some cool connections. It's pretty much the luckiest thing that's
happened to me since I did an acoustic guitar cover of Ben Folds' The
Luckiest. Anyway, jeez, what else. Also gonna start working on
new Electric Guitar Music in a few days when paper is dead and gone.
The point is Eighth Paragraph. I was re-reading my last
entry and I made like 3 dozen glaring grammatical/spelling/word choice mistakes.
For example, I was talking about Heaven and Hell, and I kept referring to Hell
as Heaven. So it looked like I was talking about Heaven and Heaven.
Oh well, it's good, keeps people on their toes. Anyway. I don't
get Kermit. It's not easy being green. Sure it is, you don't
need to do anything. You wake up in the morning, you're already green.
Sounds pretty easy to me. Point is What The What. Told Professor I
enjoyed the class at the end of today's session and he thanked me and put his
hand on my shoulder. So the point is #Metoo.
The point is sure I'll trivialize an important piece of
civic discourse for no reason yet without malice. Basically I forgot
what I was just talking about so what else is going on. Piece of civic
discourse, does that sound right? Makes sense to me. What else
is going on. Was watching Blue Jasmine last night. Having this new
knowledge of Louie CK really puts his character into context better.
Context. Sure. Ninth paragraph. May politely badger my parents
to trick them into giving me the go ahead for putting money on poker. On
the one hand, I'm an adult, and I can do what I want with my 50 dollars.
On the other hand, please give me an appropriate level of approval you two
jerks who I hang out with all the time.
Tenth paragraph. I've felt weird for the last dozen
years every time I see Anthony Anderson on a talk show because of hearing he
raped someone. Yet they talk to him like he's a fun easy going guy.
But he raped someone. -- My Inner Monologue-- for the record, never
was confirmed. I do not claim he did what he was accused of. I'm
just making an observation about how the charges made me feel when seeing him on
TV. For better or worse. Hopefully for worse, this guy's
hilarious! So easy going, too. I bet he never raped a person.
Is that the better or the worse in that situation. My
mind's all tied up.
11th paragraph. I feel the same way about our
president. Boy is that dude hilarious. What else is going on.
I think it's only fair we treat Donald Trump with the same respect, love, and
admiration that we give to Anthony Anderson. Hmm maybe should re-write
my paper about this. Doesn't really go with the readings, though.
Oh well. Anyway. I don't know. That dude was the comic
relief in Romeo Must Die-- which was already really funny! That's a
good movie from my childhood. Fun times. I dunno about childhood.
More like pre-teenhood. That settles that, once and for all! I
don't know, what else is crap. It's a good movie because the protagonist
is an Asian guy who gets the American girl. If an Asian guy can get the
girl, we've all got a shot! Dunno who that's more offensive to-- Asian
guys, or us. I'm gonna comfortably say Asian Guys. If it's
offensive to us, it just compounds the previous amount of offensive-itude.
This makes sense. Right? If I can follow it, you
surely can. You're probably smarter than me. Anyway. I was
about to do 11-13 songs last show in 35-40 minutes. Now that I got 50-55,
that's freakin' 15-18 or so songs. I don't believe it! This time
around, I think I nailed a possible setlist on my second try, rather than
re-doing it twice a day for a month. I just hit it and, a week in, don't
see any faults with it. Then it's settled! No One Ever Raped
Anybody. And Asian Guys are as attractive as anyone else.
Anyway, jeez. He was also the Comic Relief in Big Momma's House!
And boy did that movie need comic relief. Anyway, jeez.
13th paragraph. This is a blast. I'm having fun.
And it's totally no worse than that paper I'm in the midst of writing.
Anyway. I just realized the double meaning of the Coates book we read for
class, Between The World And Me. First of all, I think it's a
reference to a James Baldwin line, so give credit where credit is due.
But, first time I read it, I was like, Hmm, these are like separations or
some shit between this guy's experience and the world. Now I realize
it's like he's tellin' the world a secret. Between You and me...
except the you is the world. The point is this guy is having
fun with his titles and I got all the respect in the world for that.
Now if only I could write a 20 page paper that handles these books, issues, and
people with the respect they deserve, and even more-- the respect they've
earned... Hmm. But... I've already written all this
Wonderful. 14th paragraph. What the whatness.
What about the respect I've earned? I Write Pargraphs!
And I've got seven names of potential characters. A solid three or four of
them are even real names. If anyone can write a silly, irreverent,
original novel, why not me. That's something that is scary to
consider. Cause, when you think about it, ...why not me. But
on the other hand, that sounds like a massive undertaking, a lot of work, a shit
load of stress, and other negative things I couldn't begin to understand at this
point. That's a good title for the book, Why Not Me.
Get off my website.
That settles that! I put my foot down. Which is
an expression for some reason. Probably has something to do with feet.
Jeez. I don't want a book to be cutesy-clever. I want it to be
So-fucking-stupid-clever. If that's the tagline to it,
I'm on board with this imaginary book. Oh, right. Work on music!
I can do that. Which sounds more fun, more productive, more stimulating,
more likely to be worth something, more likely to increase my chances of
social-itude... That's a lot of more. This paragraph has been
brought to you by Roy Moore. Washington Post really missed an easy 3
pointer of a headline, when talking about the fifth or whatever woman to come
forward against him-- "But Wait, There's Moore?" That's not
the Washington Post's style. NY Post, maybe.
That settles that! 16th paragraph. Wonderful.
It's my birthday tomorrow, let's have Jones win. It's my birthday,
the world has to acquiesce and give me pleasure. Even more so than it
usually does. The bad part about writing a book is oh so I guess
I'm pot committed to this thing now? That sounds the opposite of the
kind of crap I'm looking for to fill up the rest of my days. Anyway, I
don't know. It was fun to go to Evening Class without Afternoon Class
today. Whole different feel. And we all know how much I like my
feels to be variety-full. Jeez. 16th paragraph now?
Projection based on How Much Fun I'm Having-- 30. What else.
Probably can freakin' finish my paper tomorrrow. Just focus for a solid 3
hours, write another 10 pages, then never look back. Well, bring it in to
put in his mailbox on Friday. Then Never Look Back.
Right? Sure. That's one way to go about with your
life. I have a real Academic Scorched Earth policy. Burn all the
bridges possible. Not sure if that made sense. Pretty sure it
made sense but still employed faulty devices that made it unintelligible.
But it made sense in the sense that you could guess it made enough sense to me
to write it. Anyway, jeez. We, as human, mostly have five sense.
I call it The Nickel. Sure. Not sure why Seeing Ghosts is
the sixth sense. Not as intangible as the first five. Might as well
say something like, being smart at math is the sixth sense.
Something along those lines. Being smart at math is the only thing I
could think of. Which I was smart at writing. I was looking at
rankings of the world's smartest countries. I believe based on
standardized tests of children in science and math. Out of the 60 or 70
listed, USA was #30, I think. We're #30! We're #30! Make
America #28 Again!
At what point do we concede that Asians being smart is
less of a stereotype and just true. The results backed up this hypothesis.
They're not innately smarter, they might just have a tendency culturally to
encourage that sort of thing. Sounds reasonable. But on the
other hand... how many hands do I have. Not too good in Math or
Science. What paragraph is this. 18th. This entry is real
controversial. Gotta mix it up for some reason I guess. Keep people
entertained and whatnot. Got an e-mail back from Disabilities Professor
that she recieved my e-mail. Which is a huge relief. I'm not being
sardonic or anything, I checked back and forth that the e-mail I sent it to
matched up with the one on the syllabus. Then looked up her e-mail on
google to triple check. And checked it in my notes to triple-double check.
The point is it all worked out in the end. Just like Basketball.
Did you know Basketball is half Baseketball and
half... Basketball. Makes sense to me. Those people in Office
Space were trying to make a lot of sense. You gotta see it to get it.
And then unsee it, see whatever it is I have in my mind of it, then report back
here. Jeeeeez. This entry, man. I don't know. I
won 23 cents in a Freeroll over the weekend, but the smallest buy in at the
smallest table is 40 cents. So I did a 20 cent thing where I spinned a
wheel and they took away my money. So I do have 3 cents on Poker.
Which'll work to my advantage the next time I have over 40 cents. Now I
got one and a half big blinds of the lowest poker possible.
It's good to save for the future. Real
Responsiblelike. But, yeah. Today I realized that not only is my
paper terrible-- not insightful, repetitive, etc., but I also realized it's
pretty insensitive, uses overgeneralizations that are based on nothing, and
pretty much totally inappropriate. Unless I write it Real Goodlike,
see. What else. Got food all lined up for later when I want it.
We're talking Baconburger. One of my favorite foods as a child. And,
apparently, into adulthood. Sure I'll eat some crap. Real
Responsiblelike. 20th paragraph. Let's get back on track for the
final third, right? No one wants to see what this entry has become.
I think the message is, it's the 21st paragraph right now.
That's all I'm basically trying to say. Still got the little bit of stress
hanging over my head about this paper. And then the stress of having no
structure for the rest of my natural life. Jeez. I'll figure
something out one would imagine. But this entry, end of an era. The
few months that was this past few months. Whatta joy they were.
There were the times I used double Titles. That's gonna be my main
takeaway from this era. Maybe put that in my back pocket, use it when I
can. And I'm gonna use the idea of not drinking when I'm writing
website entries in my back pocket, too-- based on today.
It's not the alcohol itself that's inebriated me. It's
the prospect of No Work For A While Soon. Coupled with that alcohol that's
inebriated me. Got me all hot and bothered. Anyway. Also,
maybe the concept of graduation in itself. Like, this is what I've been
working towards for a long time. And it's vindication and whatnot.
That sort of crap. Who knows. I'm too busy with other crap in my
head. 22nd paragraph. Still got time to right the ship. Which
is a nautical reference I believe. Not a good start to righting the
ship. Okay. Hmm. Maybe I should try to... think of
something... before I... say it? That doesn't sound right.
Anyway. Gotta plan for the next couple of weeks,
roughly. Finish Paper within the next three days. Hand in on Friday.
Open Mic Monday. Wait a week. Christmas. Wait a few days.
Music Show. Hmmm. I've given myself a lot to think about.
Which I don't exactly know how to think about. Hmm. What else.
Oh, right. Create music. And write here. Jeez.
Sounds like a real sledge. 23rd paragraph. I can do it. Not
just the paragraph, but Life. I have a track record of Living Life
whatever its been. I've pretty much done it my whole life so far.
That's good news. Maybe stop here after 25 paragraph. We'll see.
24th right now. Whatta sledge. Wait a minute,
now when I'm talking about going through sledge... it's not just the entry...
its my life! That's not a good development. Not a good
development at all. And my Birthday's tomorrow! What the
Hell. This Wasn't A Very Good Year At All! Well, it was okay.
But in the sense that it's leading into next year... no goudha!
Anyway, what the what. Ain't that bad. I'll figure something out.
This Seems To Be A Book? More like, This Seems To Be A
Reasonable Outlet For All My Hopes And Fears! Excpet for the fact it's
a lot of work. That disqualifies it. Also, inappropriate level of
Last paragraph. I got that going for me. Jeez.
Guess I'm just having my Third Of A Life breakdown. It's been a long,
crazy road. And now it's all led to this-- a point somewhere in the
middlish section of it. What else is going on. Maybe I'm
subconciously worried about this show. Could be a Major Turning Point in
my Music Career! Yeah, that's what a chump would think. I'm no chump.
C'mon. Point is crap and crap. I don't know. Upwards of A
Dozen people might hear me! Thats alotta dozen. Anyway. 25
is a good number. It's what my age was 4 years ago starting tomorrow. So,
yeah. Don't worry about me. I'll land on my feet. Sounds
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Sure Titles Mean Something
Hey! Got my guitar --> USB working. Still trying to get it to work
with the main program I downloaded to help you do stuff to make songs.
Don't have all the details. Especially the detail where you figure out how
to use it. That's how that goes! Walked by a stairway on the street.
Got me thinking. I don't like Stairway To Heaven. If you have to
walk up stairs, is it really Heaven? Stairway is to get to Heaven,
you're not there yet. Yeah, but if you have to walk up stairs, is
it really worth it? I don't know. Don't have all the answers.
Is it possible you walk down the stairway to get to Heaven? That
sounds more like Heaven to me.
Blasphemy! Whatta joke. Anyway. Done with
Disabilities Class, except for adding half a page to a page before I e-mail
Final Paper to Professor. Great, now I don't have to care about people
with disabilities anymore. That's a load off my back. The point
is What Else. Gotta get dinner for myself tonight. Anyway.
Kinda want to start making titles relevant to the entry. That sounds
like a lot of work! Point is Great. Wednesday. Still not 100%
sure I graduate. Solid 75, 80% sure. And I know I want
to think I'm graduating. So that settles that for now. It was cold
today! Brrrr. That's a valid reaction to cold weather. Why
am I doing this instead of writing a music. I told you, I Don't
Have All The Details Yet!
Blasphemy! Third paragraph. And by
Blasphemy, I mean, how dare you question Led Zeppelin. That's
how that goes. Anyway. Getting a lot of good feedback on the new
color format for this month. Hearing a lot of great things. If I'm
not graduating, I may take next semester off anyway. Out of spite.
You're not gonna graduate me? Well, fuck you, I Don't Want to come
back. Cool. People keep coming up to me, how I made backgrounds
black again, they love it. Little bit of a delay when playing guitar and
listening to feedback on computer. Maybe half a second, a second at most.
Kinda like it. I don't know why but I think it actually helps me
get into a groove. I am Basing That On More Or Less Nothing At This
In the debate between Nothing and Something,
Nothing is probably solidly my second favorite thing. What else. Get Villa
Rustica. Hot Antipasto for me! Spoiler alert I guess. I
belive their name means Rustic Village. As good a guess as
anything, that's how I feel. Hopefully, if I have to take only one more
class, I can figure out how to take it in the winter. That's not too bad.
Just one extra month. As far as an amount of months goes, one is only
second to zero in terms of length. The point is Sure I'll eat some
kettle chips. Anyway. Villa Rustica Hot Antipasto knocks Centre
Pizza's Hot Antipasto out of the water. We're talking Eggplant Rollatini.
Baked Clams. Shrimp Oreganata. Stuffed Mushrooms. Now we're
talking great hot antipasto.
Fifth paragraph. I think Disabilities Professor opinion
of me did a steady decline as the semester continued. I said worse and
worse things as time went on. Point is Great. People were asking her
about going for masters in education etc. I asked a question whether
Creative Writing MFA was worth it. She was like, Well, would it make
you a better writer? Yes. But you're not gonna be a successful
writer or anything. And I nodded along. And she was like,
Also, very hard to get into. So basically she thinks I can't get into
it. I can get into it! I know all about prose. And
poetry. And a third thing that hasn't been invented yet. I call
it Prosetry. Combination of the two.
Sixth paragraph. I've gained back roughly 50% of
the pounds I had lost this year. Not too bad. Thinking about
starting exercising at some point if I'm done with school and haven't got a job.
Thinking about it hardcore. Man, whatta antipasto. Which I
believe means anti-pasta. Anyway, jeez. Trump has a rally on Friday
I believe. Probably gonna say some stupid shit there. That's his
track record and whatnot. I ran a two minute mile and broke a track
record. Not really. That's impossible. Jeez.
Could anti mean 'Before?' Like, you eat it before pasta. As good
a guess as anything. So the anti-christ is just a meal you eat before the
main course of pasta. That's a relief. I thought he was some sort
of religious bad guy.
You're talking a downward stair to heaven, that's no
good. That's where Hell is! Down! Everyone knows that.
Now that we know we live on a sphere, is Hell supposed to be in the Earth's
core? These are the real issues that the lamestream snow flake edia won't
talk about. Looks like Al Franken may be getting forced out.
Alright. I think I favor that. Not 100%, there is some part of me
that wants to give him a second chance. But more than 50% of me wants to
see him gone. That's alotta percent. The point is Is Al
Franken The Anti-Christ? More at 9:00 PM. And by that I mean
Let's talk about Roy Moore at 9:00 PM. It's a connect-em-up because
they're both sexual bad guys to extremely different degrees. Yet, still,
works as a connect-em-up.
Jeez. Eighth paragraph already? Not bad.
All that talk about Hot Antipasto is really giving me the fuel I need to keep
going. Jeez. Apparnetly Trump thinks naming Jerusalem Israel's
capital is the first step towards creating peace between Israelites and
Palestinians. That's how any good compromise first starts-- heavily
favoring one side. I don't know, full disclaimer alert-- I don't
know what this means. I'm just guessing it's pro-Israel. My guess is
Jerusalem is seen as an international city and calling it the capital of Israel
makes it exclusively part of Israel. Again-- just my educated guess.
And I've got no desire to look into it more. The point is Sure I'm On
Top Of World Affairs.
Ninth paragraph. Trump is all about promoting
Judeo-Christian values. Like bringing Christmas back! That sort of
bullshit. I'm on board with Christmas. The last, I don't know, 10
years, I celebrate Christmas. Uncle married to a Christian lady. We
go over there, sure, they may call it a mix between Christmas and Chanukah.
But there's a Christmas tree. There's Christmas music. Let's not kid
ourselves-- it's Christmas. And you know what? Pretty pleasant.
Point is Great What Else. I'm having Hot Antipasto tonight. That's
Christmas. Pretty sure they're Catholic in Italy. That's
where the Pope lives. Connect-em-up-not-a-joke-- Is making
Jerusalam the capital of Israel like making Vatican City the capital of Spain?
My guess? No.
Wow! Tenth paragraph. I have another, not
as good, program where I got the guitar input to work. And got the
playing-guitar-over-guitar track also works. So I could always do that.
Still gotta see if the mic-->usb works. Anyway, what the what. Half
a page to finish Disability Paper. 18 pages for other paper. Would
be cool if I knew if I was graduating, but whatever. I'm not one to hold a
grudge. Unless I call it Gredge. Then something or something I'm on
board or something. Jeez. What the what. I'm way behind on
season two of The Mick. I wonder if it's still 22 minutes of disparaging
11th paragraph! Whatta paragraph. Get one slice
of pizza with the Hot Antipasto. Now we're talking Great Dinner.
What else is on the horizon. Finish Disability Paper tomorrow. Maybe
work in some time to figure out Guitar On Computer Stuff. Lots of fun to
be had. Probably should shave at some point. For Face Strategy.
20 paragraphs seems within reach. Anyway, what else is going on. I'm
starting to mull over the idea of not graduating this semester. Seems like
whatta jip. Oh well. What happens happens. Probably.
Seems logical to me. I'll eat some eggplant. What else. I'm
pretty impressed by electric guitars. They had them in the 50's, and it's
like, you put this thing into the guitar, put the other part into an amplifier,
and music happens?!!? I don't believe it!
Jeez. 12th paragraph. I don't know. Maybe
end this entry before 20 paragraphs. 6:31 now. Maybe end by 7:30.
I'm hungry! And you can't argue with feelings. Maybe end at 7:00.
I'm hungry! 15 paragraphs, then. That seems like a good target.
Four to go! Point is what else and crap. I don't know. I've
already written a lot. Why should I write more. We're not talking
about an Entry-to-Heaven scenario. And if we were, I would stop right
now anyway. Sooner I'm in Heaven, the better. That's my take
away. Seems weird Christians are against abortion. If they're people
before conception, great, let's get 'em to Heaven immediately! It's gotta
be better than the Sledge We Call Life.
For Shame, Christians. For shame. 13th paragraph.
I like apartment buildings that don't have the 13th floor. Do the people
on the 14th floor really think they're fooling anyone? It's the 13th
floor! Do you really think your building pretending its not has any sort
of impact on whatever bad luck is coming your way? Anyway, what else.
What if some people want to have bad luck. You're excluding a whole
group of people! This is an untapped market and you're blowing it!
Point is what else and crap. Still the 13th paragraph. Not for long,
though! Long enough that I have to come up with some crap excusively for
this paragraph, though. Whatta jip. Hmm. Did the most basic
outline possible for my upcoming 18 page paper. 5 pages on each of
these 3 books. Still, though, a step in the right direction.
Just like walking up stairs to heaven. You know what?
Fine. I'll walk up some stairs. Better not be too much,
though. Then we're essentially talking about a purgatory situation.
You gotta walk up 2 trillion flights of stairs? Who you foolin'-- that's
purgatory. You could probably do that in a month or something.
That's my best estimation without thinking too hard about it. Also, gotta
take into consideration time to rest. Time to sleep. Gotta replenish
your energy every now and then. Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a
sledge. Point is Great, what else and crap. I think I could be
pretty good at that practice-for-boxing excersive where you punch that thing
that's at head-level and you have to do it constantly really fast. I feel
like I could do that for a while. If only that's what it took to get into
Heaven. You have to do that for 2 months? Great! I'll be in
great shape to box Jesus in Heaven.
Hit him with a low blow. That'll show him!
I feel like I'm starting to get into a groove. May want to write more.
We'll see how it goes. Groove may last a paragraph or less. I don't
know as of now! 15th paragraph as of now. I know that much, that's
for sure. I wonder if Heaven is basically Jesus throwing a party while his
parents are out of town. Gotta wonder something. If Jesus was
so great, how come he never wrote anything? I've never seen reference to a
letter Jesus wrote to someone. As far as I could tell, he did a lot of
talk, but others wrote it down. Disclaimer Alert-- I Have No Idea.
Great. 16th paragraph. Now, feel like going for
20, which hypothetically would have been my goal from the start if I gave any
time to think about it. I think Hell is a great marketing ploy for Heaven.
I'm under the assumption Jews don't have Heaven. Christians started it.
Probably to make Heaven sound even better. Anyway, jeez. As far as I
can remember, they don't really talk about it in Hebrew School. I just
picked it up somewhere that Jews don't have Heaven. I guess they don't
wanna talk about all the crap people who go to Heaven. I can't blame 'em.
You need Hell to make Heaven worthwhile. What else is going on to say now
that this paragraph is over at the very end of this sentence and whatnot.
17th paragraph! Four to go. Sounds perfect.
Real perfect. I remember thinking Christ was Jesus's last name. Most
people probably think that. Turns out it's where he's from or some
nonsense like that. Whatta jip. Or it's his title.
That's right. Not where he lived. Whatta jip. Crap and
crap, I don't know. CunyFirst has said they're evaluating me for
Graduation for the last 2 months. How long does it take to evaluate
someone?! Whatta jip is the point. When I picture God, I more or
less picture Zordon from Power Rangers. Well, not really. Never made
that connection before 20 seconds ago. But that thought just happened!
So that's relevant for some reason.
18th paragraph. What the what. 7:01 right now.
Finish before 7:30 most likely. And if not, close enough that I'll write
20 paragraphs anyway! That'll show 'em. I remember in Kindergarten,
everyone was into Power Rangers and I wasn't. Suffice to say, by first
grade I was into Power Rangers. That's life and whatnot! For
five or six year olds, at least. At some point you probably graduate from
that type of peer pressure. Right? Right? No? Yes?
Maybe? Where am I? Jeez. What else and crap. I don't
know. The Green Power Ranger Is The Best. He wasn't around since
the beginning but there's no questioning he's the best. Jeez. I
don't know. I might be confusing green with another color.
Wouldn't be the first time!
Saw a guy on the bus with a walking stick, the kind blind
people have, and he was wearing earphones. Seems kind of irresponsible.
You're blind, you can't be wearing earphones! You need to hear to get
around presumably! Point is there are people more irrespirable than me.
My life experience proves it. Anyway. 19th paragraph. Coolio.
Point is great. Who knows how many paragraphs this'll be. My
guess is an integer.
20th paragraph. LL Cool J. Jeez. It's 7:13
now. Just wanna keep you updated. It's important! For Context!
Maybe I should start a band called Kontext. Maybe I shouldn't.
I've narrowed it down to those two things. I'm sick of seeing buses pass
me by that say Not In Service. Look, you're already driving.
You're going the same route my bus would go. Just let me get on! And
stop when I tell you to! You're just being unreasonable, that's all that
is. Also, cars who temporarily park where the bus stop is? What The
Hell Are You Doing?! Get with the rules of the road you dummy.
Anyway. The bad part of shaving is people will no longer think Maybe
this guy is above 15 years old. It's better for people to think you're
15 instead of 28. Then you sound much smarter and more responsible and
less of a Cautionary Tale.
That's my takeaway from things. Anyway. Will I
put 50 dollars on poker within a week? Very possible. I'd say,
60-80% chance I do. Not the most narrowed down, sure. But narrowed
down to a reasonable level, I feel. Makes the whole thing worth while.
What. 21st paragraph. Coo. L. Forgot that letter.
Hey, we all make mistakes. I'm human just like you. I hope so.
You're not human, I'm freakin' out!! Why are you language capabilities up
to par with humans? I demand answers! Jeez, what the what, four
paragraphs after this one? Sounds right! Just about right!
Plus, I haven't played one game of Solitaire or Chess Titans all day!
Chess Titans is what Chess is called. I guess they wanted to market
themselves as the Titans of Chess. Or the players are Titans. Either
way, gotta remember them.
22nd paragraph. Remember The Titans is a real pleasant
movie. I've got no complaints. They have a soundtrack of 15 songs
you will recognize as being from the time period the movie takes place.
Now we're talking great movie. I don't know. Crap and
carp. Worst part of movie-- White Coach's daughter is supposedly really
into football and knowledgeable. But then there's a scene she's hanging
out with Denzel Washington and commenting on football and he dismisses her like
she didn't know what she was talking about. And, with no football
knowledge myself, it is implied Denzel is right and she don't really know what
she's talking about. Whatta jip. Does she know football or
not?! And I won't accept, she knows football as much as a six or seven
year old girl could. No Way! Either she knows it or she doesn't
Hmm. I've given myself a lot to think about.
Almost too much, one could argue. 23rd paragraph. Also, her father
is the guy I used to think was Billy Bob Thornton. There's a guy named
Billy Bob Thornton in Armageddon, of course you're gonna assume it's Will
Patton. He looks way more like a Billy Bob Thornton than the guy in charge
of NASA! Whatta jip is the point. Anyway. Entry has turned out
halfway worthwhile. A real Divisible By 8 entry. Jeez.
What else. Two and a half paragraphs to go. I can dig it. I
don't like how Denzel Washington's character is named Boone. A little
too on the Racial Slur Rhyming Nose. Not a fan! Not one bit!
Maybe a little bit. It's a real pleasant movie.
That was the guy's real name. So he claim. So they claim.
I for one am not buying it. It's all a jip! Everything's a jip!
Get with it. As of now, I want to keep writing indefinitely. Maybe I
can make a deal with myself, right here, for everyone to see, to keep writing
paragraph by paragraph until I want to stop. No divisible by 5
nonsense. I'll think about it. Anyway, what the what.
24th paragraph. I don't know. Maybe stressing about when I graduate
is just a manifestation of stressing to write this final 18 page paper.
I'd buy that. Just not with money. I've got a lot of quarters.
Could I use those?
25th paragraph. The point is thinking about stopping
Entry at any given paragraph is just a manifestation of wanting to stop at 30
paragraphs and not wanting to commit myself to 30 paragraphs. I guess.
I don't know for sure. It's all speculation at this point. All
speculation. Gonna see an optometrist within the next few weeks. I
feel like my vision is probably a degree lower than it was when I got these
glasses. I could imagine seeing clearer. Which is a hard thing to
imagine, lemme tell you. You get used to being the best you can do, hard
to remember you could do better. What else. I don't know. Can
stop this paragraph now, but I choose to write more sentences. Roughly two
Five to go-- sounds right. Feels right. Looks
right. Other senses. I feel bad for taste and smell.
The senses which we can all agree on just aren't as important. I get that
biologically, evolutionary, we got em. They have their time and place.
But no one gets around by smelling what's around them. And if they do,
AWESOME! I WANNA SEE A DOCUMENTARY ON THAT! I wanna see a
documentary on a lot of things. Like, that. And the taste
version of that. What else. Where Am I. Oh, right.
26th paragraph. That's a place. I deduced it through my sense of
Taste. How often do you hear that. Never! Who needs it.
Sure I get it. Oh, tastes weird, better not eat it. We're
past that point evolutionary! Let's get rid of it is the point. How
would one go about doing that. Let's get some scientists working on that.
How to get rid of bodily functions no one really needs anymore.
That's the direction science goes in! Alright!
27th paragraph. I can dig it. And I can dig stopping at 30. At
least at this point, sounds perfectly reasonable. I don't know.
12/6/17 today. You know what that means! Pretty self explanatory.
I don't know. Internet says Villa Rustica stops delivering at 8:40.
It's 7:49 right now. Figure I order at 8:10, even if entry isn't over.
Wanna make sure I order in time! Otherwise, my life is a complete
waste! If I'm not finished by then, I could finish within 20, 30
minutes after I order. And, if not? Worst case scenario-- I eat and
then finish the entry. That sounds terrible.
28th paragraph. I can write three paragraphs in 30
minutes. Then it's all Relaxation Time from there. I don't know.
What the what. Gotta get rid of the trash bag in my trash container in my
room. It's overflowing pretty much. Then, start anew.
Eveyrthing that has a trash bag has an end. They say something like
that at the end of The Matrix: Part III. Or something. I remember
watching the conclusion to Matrix: Part III relatively more often than I should
have on DVD in high school. I just thoguht it was a cool action sequence.
In retrospect, not that cool. But I was caught up in all the underlying
tension between Man and Machine and Runaway Algorithm.
2 paragraphs to go! Sounds quite reasonable to me.
Neo is one of the only, if not the only, words that you can form with
those three letters. Except of Oen. That settles that.
Possibly other things. The point is Get Off My Back About It!
I don't know. Whattado with the rest of my night. Maybe figure out
how to do Guitar on That One Program I Was Talking About. Or, maybe do
nothing. I've narrowed it down to those two things on account of thinking
of a better idea of something I could do. 7:58 right now. Guess
finish entry before ordering. I order at 8:30, they're still supposed to
deliver, right? They say they stop delivering at 8:40. That
shouldn't mean they stop delivering at stuff that would arrive at 8:40 or later.
Thhat shouldn't mean that at all.
Anyway, we won't make it to that time anyway. Last
paragraph and everything already commenced. I don't know. One more
paragraph. Sounds reasonable. Figure out how to do Guitar with that
one program. Sounds reasonable. And once I figure that out, it's all
Funzo from there! I guess. I don't know for sure. It's all
just speculation at this point. What else. Worst case scenario-- I
have to get food from somewhere else. Wait, no. Worst case
scenario-- I find out I'm taking a staircase to afterlife and it's going down.
Oh boy. One more paragraph after this one. Just for fun. Used
to go to PS 31. So it makes a lot of sense and whatnot.
Sweet. Last paragraph! I don't believe it.
Gotta make sure this is the last one, though. How would one go about
doing that. Just don't write another paragraph after this.
Yeah, but, really. How. Just do it. Or don't do it.
You get the idea. Yeah, I do. Sure. Anyway, closin' it up.
Whatta productive use of my time is the point. What else is the other
point. Lots of points in this entry. Crap. I rememebr a time
today when I hadn't even written 20 paragraphs. How far we've come.
Antipasto and slice of pizza for dinner. Get a beef patty for later.
It's called planning ahead. Sweet! A few more sentences here.
Alright. Then it's time to say goodbye. Right after this one last
Whatta chump. Can't even end entries. What
else. I don't know. 80% chance this is really the last paragraph.
I feel comfortable with that prediction. Anyway. Why.
For my own personal gratification, that's why! What, you thought I was
here to entertain you? Hah! Get out of here with that bullshit.
I'm sure you realized by now I'm here for my own personal gratification.
The titles meaning nothing are a dead giveaway. That's my hot take on
things. Imagine a future where titles are relvant to some degree. I
can't even imagine. What else. Oh, right. Entry is over.
See ya later.
Monday, December 4, 2017
Title To Title, or: You've Got To Stop That
Hey! It's December. I don't believe it. Eating Halal Food for
Lunch. Got a B+ on my paper for Disability Class. Only two more days
of class after today. Wonderful. The Guitar --> USB cable came but I
haven't figured it out yet. Made a Facebook Event for Music Show.
Upwards of one other person may be coming! I don't believe it. Lets
get into some goofballs and send-em-ups. I had two dreams over the last
week confirming I'm graduating after this semester. Alright. If you
graduate in a dream, you're graduating in real life. That settles this.
Paragraph Dizzle. Dizzle means two? I
never said that. That's your own thing. What else.
Birthday is in 8 days. Then I'm as much on the verge of 30 years old as
possible. Whatta jip! At least I'm graduating in the same Age Decade
as most people. Never thought of it that way. Kinda makes me feel
good. If I had only added two pages about how Nemo is Omen backwards, I
might have gotten an A-. Didn't read book for AAL class tonight.
Wonderful. Being transferred to a new psychiatrist. It's about
time. Huh? Oh. Seems like a good guy based on his
credentials. He's in charge of the Clozopine Clinic! And I take
clozopine! It's a real Match Made In Hospital.
Third Paragraph. Sweet. Wrote half of my Dwarfism
Paper. Finish it tomorrow. Pun intended. Cause the main
character in the movie I'm talking about is named Fin. Try to keep up.
I believe his name is a reference to a Pavement Song. Cool. Starting
to write some practice set lists for my show. I may have more time
compared to last show based on if they book other people for that night, and if
they allot me an hour instead of 45 minutes. That would be living the
Jeez. Whatta clunker. I don't like the crime
fighting concept of If you see something, say something. I see
stuff all the time. You're going to have to be more specific. This
may be my last meal at Queens College. Gotta make it count. How
would one go about doing that. Jeez. I don't know. I get
De Ja Vu a lot and I don't like it. I feel like I've already done this
before, why should I bother doing it again. Where's the sense in that.
Cool. Hey, if you're reading this, come to my show on December 28th!
I made an image file in Paint to promote it and everything!
Fifth Paragraph. It's about time. Only took one
Ritalin with me today by mistake. Decided to save it for Night Class.
I stand by my decision. Cool. Mini-skit-- Person A:
I'm thinking of learning C++ Person B: You mean B-?
And, scene! Wow. That makes the whole entry worth it.
Maybe I should make December white font on black background. Sounds sexy.
Huh? Oh. What else. Just finished Halal Food. Sounds
sexy. Gonna smoke a mid-break cigarette. Alright, I'm back.
That's how that goes. What else is happening.
Sixth Paragraph. Whatta waste. Sit here another
20, 25 minutes. I feel full. Okay. Crap and crap.
Sitting here for 10 minutes without writing anything. May have to pick-up
from halfway through this paragraph. Eh. See ya later.
AND IM BACK NOW ITS NIGHTTIME. Whatta sledge this has been, right?
But now it's okay, Daddy's here. Not like that retarded cousin of yours
that was writing earlier today. Jeez. Let's get into it! What
paragraph we at. Sixth. I can dig it. You ever notice this See
Something Say Something shit? Real demeaning towards mutes. Like
they don't matter at all just because of their lifestyle choice to not talk.
For shame, society. For shame. Felt like a real
dick for the entirity of AAL Class because I hadn't read the book. And
it's obvious when I don't read the book cause it's like, This guy isn't
saying anything-- must not have seen anything, like the book. Oh man.
Connect-em-ups! Sign of a great writer. Take notice. Kinda
upset how much trouble I'm having with the guitar --> usb cable. I tried
downloading stuff to facilitate it, to no success. Maybe a little success.
But not enough. Anyway, jeez. I forget where I saw it, probably
Twitter, but the headline was like, is the next great american novel gonna be
influenced by Trump Era? And I was like, Well, I'll see how it
turns out! Cause I'm the next Great America Novel Again. Seems
like a good use of my time when I graduate.
So the guy's name is Igor, but he's the main
character. Whew. Already deep into it and I barely even started.
Eighth paragraph. Here's an honest great idea-- 20 years from now, assign
Trump's Tweets in book form to high school classes. Just all of his tweets
from 2015-20(Whenever He's Gone), put it in a book. Oh man. I'm
laughing already. And its probably the ideal way to teach future
generations about Trump. I feel like I've really accomplished something
with that idea. Anyway, crap and crap. Here's a question for debate,
though-- do you include the tweets he replies to? I say no. I want
pure Trump Trumpin It Up All The Trumpin' Time.
...So, since I thought of that, can I get some royalties
for when it becomes a thing? No? Oh well. That's what I
get for giving the idea away for free. Anyway, what else. Also got
the Mic --> USB cable but haven't even started with that yet. I need music
before I need vocals. Any bozo could figure that one out. Gonna do
some of the AAL reading for next week. Try to, at least. Just to end
the semester on a positive note and all. Anyway, jeez. Ninth
paragraph. Whats a good name for the book. Something simple like
Trump's Tweets. Or something even simpler-- Trump Tweets.
Or something wihout those two words. I don't have all the answers.
What else. And they could teach Kornblum Crazysheets
as a reaction against Trump Tweets. Really get all sides of the story with
that one. If only I talked about politics more. Alright,
gotta try to write about Trump specifically. Have you seen this guy?
He says he's the president, but I never voted for him! Alright
let's move on. Crap and crap. The ponit is I made a file in Paint
to promote my show. I used at least four different fonts, too.
Really gave people all the fonts they could reasonably ask for. Why
four, well lets count the ways. One font for my name. Another
font for the date and time. Another font for name of venue. Another
font for address of venue. I'm glad we settled those bases.
Crap and crap. 11th paragraph. Gotta send my
Facebook Event to the Sidewalk Coffee page. So all my friends there will
see it and say something. Or something along those lines. Crap and
crap. I could be the first guy to publish Trump Tweets. Just do all
the work myself, find one of those internet places that'll self-publish
your book. I may not get money from it, but ppl'll always know.
That's my claim to fame in the future I guess. Figured out a good, obvious
palindrome earlier. I'm sure it's a standard one most people know, but--
Flow and Wolf. And that would be a good rap name. Either way.
Call yourself DJ Wolf, and the die hards'll know it references Flow. Call
yourself DJ Flow, the die hards'll be like Hey you spell it backwards it's
It's good to have options for your future. I can
either publish Trump Tweets or become DJ Flow. Or write the
Great America Trump Again Novel. What else. 12th paragraph.
Gonna make an important life change tomorrow. Instead of getting Oreos
from Supermarket, I'm gonna get Snackwells. To be honest, it's been long
overdue for a long time. I just keep forgetting. Anyway, crap and
crap. What else. Right, 12th paragraph. I'm havin' fun!
Have four or five "Maybe's" on Facebook Event Page. If I get even one
to come, that's a win. Brother's coming. Hopefully another
friend who came with me to the last one'll come. Possibly my Mother and/or
Father Figures. They are figures that are exactly that.
Wow! I'm doin pretty good in a Freeroll for some
reason. I might win 50 cents if I double up three more times!
Anyway. Birthday is in a week. Parents'll probably let me put up 50
dollars on Poker if I want to. They'll be all I don't think you should
do that [Read in a funny voice] and I'll be like, It's my
money [Read in a FUNNIER voice]. What just happened. We
know it was funny, it said it would be twice! Crap and crap, I don't know.
I figured out my computer has a microphone thats always on and monitoring my
every sound. Figured it out when trying to hook up guitar to computer and
record and it recorded sound from a hidden microphone. The point is I
Want My Money Back! Anyway. Fun to write the first entry of the
month. I can keep clicking Go Down and it doesn't go any further
down. Cause there's nothing below where I'm at right now.
Gotta find pleasure in the little things. Right?
Cool. Split into groups and went over drafts for Disability Paper.
Got some good comments. Also, my bullshit sounds a lot better than these
peoples'. I may not be saying much more than they are, but boy does it
sound better. Good for me! Probably a skill that'll come in handy
somewhere down the line. Crap and crap. Was happy to get a B+ on
that paper, because I don't anticipate trying harder for the upcoming one.
And I'll get a B or B+ anyway! Whatt ruse. Anyway, jeez. I
don't know. Today was last Entry For Website written in the logistics of
Monday School. It's been fun. That's my takeaway from Semester.
Anyway, what paragraph is this. 15th. Cool!
No idea how long this'll be by the end. Probably what it is now plus more
paragraphs. Jeez. Trump Tweets does imply some sort of
something-vaguely-resembling-a-dystopian-future in 20 years. I mean, it's
not that dystopian. But imagining a high school English class where they
discuss and analyzise Tweets as if they're history, or a character study, sounds
like a pretty crappy-- yet logical-- history. Don't blame me, I'm just
the messenger. If I had a nickel for every time I heard a messenger
use that excuse... I'd have some amount of nickels. Possibly zero.
What else. Freeroll has been giving me something to do while writing this.
Potentially Productive. Potentially 50 Cents productive!
That's 10 nickels! Think of all I could do with that. Make two
stacks of five nickels. I'm getting excited just picturing it!
16th paragraph. And Trump Tweets could have real
reference to whatever he's referring to n the margins. Explicitly pointing
out Trump was lying here, and here's why/how, etc. Forget high
school in 20 years, I want that as a Christmas Present today! Oh well,
can't always get what you want. Would it be taught in History of English.
Will we even have English in 20 years? Maybe everyone'll just speak binary
code. That was a real 001101001. Wonder what that random
number means. Is there an Internet Site where you just translate binary
code into English? Seems like there should be. Found a website that
says they do that. It says Binary Code has to be divisible by 8? Who
came up with that bullshit.
What else is crap. 17th paragraph. That's a
real... 00000008. How can you get something divisible by 8 with just 0
and 1. Probably can. But I don't know it! Jeez.
Pretty much finish Station Agent Essay tomorrow. Right now I got 2 and a
half pages. Write 2 more for tomorrow. Then add a few paragraphs
based on that workshopping to send next Monday. Sounds like a plan.
My last paper was supposed to be 5-7 pags, and I only had four and a half.
Got a B+ anyway! That'll show em, that'll show all of em.
Crap and crap. Writing the 18 page paper sounds kind of fun. It's
like, I sit down, write three pages, and I'm excited, cause the end of
everything is in sight. Well, I don't know about everything.
I kind of hope not, at least. The end of Me Having To Do Stuff, at
least. For a while, at least.
18th paragraph. Jeez. I don't know. Gotta
do crap, here. Aim for 25 paragraphs as of now. That sounds fun and
reasonable. Really make up for those first five and a half paragraphs.
Whatta snooze! The rest may not have been much better. Not
better enough that its good, but better exponentially in that it's exponentially
not as bad. Sure I know numbers. Everything has to be divisible
by 8. What of it. At the very least, that would be a good cheap
Christmas present. Trump Tweets. With corrections in the margins.
Or, play up the comedy aspect. Have his inner monologue or something in the
margins. You can go different ways with it. And you know he'd be
down with it. He's narcissistic and whatnot is what I've been led to
19th paragraph! Cool. Curb His Enthusiasm finale
last night. I think it would have been funny if he dies at the end.
That's how I feel about a lot of TV shows. Just have one of the main
characters die at the end of a show that isn't the last show. And I don't
mean an ensemble cast. We're not talking the Sopranos. I just mean,
Big Bang Theory, one episode midseason Sheldon dies. That's what life is
like. Anyway, what else. Just lost most of my freeroll money.
Through the agency of Bad Luck! Oh well, there goes my life.
It was fun while it lasted. What if I just killed myself after this
paragraph. You wouldn't see it coming! It may never get posted
on the internet, but if I leave it up on my computer, someone'll see it.
Anyway. I don't know.
Not funny. Probably not. That's my track
record, at least. There's a Great Freeroll tomorrow afternoon!
My Life's Back On! That's a relief. I'd be pretty
disappointed with my whole situtation if I wasn't alive. 20th paragraph.
Now I have more time to play Solitaire. There's a good spin to
everything. I don't know. Entry is over soon. Then back to the
bullshit basics. Like not having great book ideas and whatnot and the life
that would entail. Point is, still the 20th paragraph. Five more
after this is a lot! Only negative thing is I got nothin' to say.
What else. I know! I'll drink alcohol! How does that help.
[wipes away moisture from his mouth] Help What?
Whatta send-em-up! Jeez. Was listening to an
album I put together of me covering songs in a one-take of acoustic guitar and
singing. Used to think it was awfully terrible. You know what? Kinda
pleasant. Hey that's me! The best part is when I make up my own
lyrics. You don't get that from your average Joe-Blow Coverers. What
else. Dan Rather is on Conan tonight. I wonder if he's gonna talk
about his recent sex scandal. He would gather the young college age
interns and feed them alcohol and then say Let's Play a Game of Would You
Rather and then takes his cock out. And points to it. With both
Can't sue me, it's the internet! Also, what else is
going on. Also, we can't sue him. Afterall, it is
his name. What can ya do. The point is, Yeah, am I gonna have
the shit out of Chicken Nuggets later tonight? Yeah, probably.
What can ya do. My Mom and/or Dad left over some Stuffed Filet of Sole
from dinner last night. Stuffed with Crab Meat. I'm not gonna lie--
good piece of food. Do I want fish tonight, tough? Not gonna lie-- I
don't know can't make that call yet. Not gonna lie, though-- If ya saw
something, go past... tense... said... having said... having said that, I
feel... Where am I. Where is my Mother. I'm Scared!
Good cliffhanger, there. You ended that paragraph
in some real conflict and unknowingatude. But here I am, Daddy's back.
One of my favorite comedians refers to himself as Daddy. Probably
30% joking and 70% for real. Seems like a good habit to emulate for some
reason. Makes me feel like a Big Man. Him too, probably.
This comedian, I won't say his name-- is a Shortsman like me. Talk
about your typical Napoleon Complex-- all short men wish they were daddies.
Where am I. What's going on. Anyway. Writing about Napoleon
Complex a lot in paper. Not a fan of the term, though. We can do
better than Napoleon. I'm too lazy to complete any line of joke-em-up
without going back to the 'where am i what's going on' way of ending what I'm
So I got that... working against me? The last two
paragraphs may be completely illegible. What else is going on. What
paragraph are we on now for some strange reason no one really knows. 24th
paragraph. Wonderful. The point is I got a B+ without really even
bothering to use sources. My bullshit was just that compelling. Hey,
this Month is back to White Font on Black Background! Or what we call it
around here, Crazysheet Classic. That scenario scared me. I
don't like the idea of me having Crazysheet Company. Doesn't seem right is
how I feel. What else. Probably go for 30 paragraphs. Just
because it seems like the right thing to do.
We'll see! Now is the 25th! Wonderful. One
things for sure, if I put up 50 dollars on Poker next week, this time I'll
really make it last. Makes sense to me. A Ton Of Sense!
We're talking, 50 dollars, that's what, 1000 nickels? Sounds right to me.
I can't even imagine. Plus, I have 70.47 "Combat Points." You
reach 100 Combat Points, you know what you get? A Dollar! See, I'm
making money already. James Franco is hosting SNL this week. I don't
like him because in college a girl I liked said she liked him. So it's
only natural I've carried and will carry a vendetta against him for the rest of
our natural lives. That Bastard. I know what you two are up to!
I'm not blind! I've seen something and now I'm sayin' stuff! Where
Am I! Tell my Mother I love her!
Huh. Five paragraphs to go. Gotta make up for that
nonsense somehow. I like getting new bottles of soda or similar drinks
when I still haven't finished the ones I already have. Like, portable
ones, when I'm on-the-go and whatnot. I get a pepsi before class, still
have a third left? Ge a new one at cafeteria. I'll finish the first
one at some point. This is my lifestyle choice and you have no right
judging me about it. What else is bullshit. When Girl 10 years ago
told me she liked James Franco, I shold have went, You know, he's
actually neither a Freak nor a Geek. That was all just acting.
Sure I'd like to go back in time and make everything I've ever said nonsense.
That's only natural.
27th paragraph. Cool. That's, what' four to go?
Cool! I like numbers. 4 is divisible by 8. It's exactly .5 of
8. Divisible. I'm sick of 4th and 5th grade teachers getting upset
if you say 'O' instead of Zero when talking about decimals. They
don't even like you saying, Point! They don't care if it's
written as a decimal, they wanna hear it in fraction form. I got things to
do! I can't turn every number with some sort of fraction into fraction
form when it's already in decimal form! Lots of things to do!
The point is Jeez. Three paragraphs to go after this one. Wonderful.
After tomorrow, down to one little thing before I graduate! One little 18
pages. In the big scheme of things, ya know what, pretty little.
Sounds good to me. And if I can figure out how to
connect guitar to computer? Oh what fun am I in store for. Lots!
Lots and lots and lots of fun. Much better than feeling like an idiot
because I can't figure out how to make this god damn thing work when it seems to
be so easy for every other idiot to do. Anyway, what the what.
Alright, 2 and a half paragraphs to go. Then, try to go to sleep, like
every other idiot. Except not as successfully. Oh well, as long
as dreams confirm I will graduate form school, I can handle them. Risk
getting anachronistic if I keep having them after I graduate, though. At
that point, okay, got start dreaming about something else. I already
know I had would have graduated at some point in time in the past.
Sounds good to me. Penultimate paragraph!
Birthday in a week. I hope I get someone to hook this fuckin' thing up
to this other fuckin' thing. Cause I can't figure it out myself!
Hey, I can try right now. Maybe the computer has Settled enough that it
works now. Let's See! Anyway. Gotta shave at some point.
For Face Strategies. Nope, still not working. How productive.i
If I try using the whammy bar, would that help? Hmm. I'll try
that tomorrow. In the mean time, let's finish this entry. While
trying to connect Guitar To Computer, I thought of another thing I could talk
about where it was 1/2 of something and I ould say something about dividing by
8. Forget what it was. Thought it more or less as same time as
thinking about shaving for Strategy. Excpet I'd already said that.
Now I can't remember the new thing! That's life I guess. I could
always be like, you know what, I'm not going to sleep tonight until I figure
this out. But then I might never sleep again. I've tried all my
options! Oh, here's the other thing-- when I plug in my guitar, all
of the sound stops working. Nothing makes a sound. Gotta figure
this one out.
Whatta jip. Haven't figured it out yet.
Figured I'd finish this entry while I still can. I can finish it
whenever I want. Yeah, but in half an hour, it'll be the next day.
Do you wanna deal with correcting the date at the top? Cause I sure don't!
I got things to do, jack. Like connecting this jack to the computer.
And stuff. Anyway, jeez. 30 paragraphs I guess. Wonderful.
How's life going for you. Maybe if I just restart my computer.
That sounds fun and exciting and educational! I'll see ya later!
Hey, 20 minutes later, restarted computer, and got it working!
and you all doubted me etc, etc!