Saturday, May 26, 2018
If I owned a cable news channel, our slogan would be, "Know News Is Good News."
Because it encourages people to know news. And where do you think they
find out news? From Me, that's who! I mean where. Who
What and How may factor into the equation. And sometimes Why, too.
I'm all mixed up, gentlemen! And female gentlemen. We
gotta come up with a word for such people. Anyway, yip! A new
entry for the first time in several week. I've been livin' healthy lately.
Haven't had a Drink in a week in a half, though I'm entertaining the idea
tonight. Started dieting hardcore over a week ago, accompenied by taking a
half an hour walk a day. That'll get me out of the sedentary
column and into the light activity column! Alright!
Moving Up In Columns! Can't move sideways, they're not widthy enough!
That's what makes the columns. Anyway, jeez.
Apparently I lost six pounds in the last month. And the diet started a
week ago. So, assuming I'll continue to lose a pound a day, I anticipate
being a negative weight sometime in October. That'll get the ball
rolling. What Ball. And why do I want it to be rolling.
A ball rolling tends to stay in Rolling. Why do I want it rolling in
the first place. Get that ball out of the sedentary column and
into the light activity column. Why shouldn't I afford balls
the same kindness I do myself. Jeez, I don't know. Have money on
poker, and have, up till now, actually been playing responsibly with it.
I'm on a big Responsibility kick. Kick The Ball! Oh,
Gentleman! Ladies Gentlemen. Gentleladies, I guess. No one
uses that term-- but it works! Oh boy does it.
Anyway. Making an effort not to go to seriously with
the dieting. A couple of days in a row I topped out at 800 or so calories.
No Good! Gotta get to the thousands at least, to average at least 1200.
That's the lowest amount Doctor's Recommend! I don't know what all
these italic exclamates are. Something wrong with my brain chemistry.
Anyway, jeez. Such is life. Watching Cujo in the background.
Whatta engrossing movie. 90% of it there's a family living their life and
10% of it is THERE'S A DOG OUTSIDE THE CAR! Entertainment at its
finest. Jeez, what the what. The Dog has rabies and might bite
us! Then we'd have rabies! And Then Where Would We Be! Go
to the doctor, get some penicillin. Problem solved. Unless you think
the doctor is actually gonna rip your body apart. I doubt that. I
highly doubt that.
What the what. Fourth paragraph and crap. I got
that going for me. Considering a class for Fall Semester.
Considering against it. That encompasses all areas of Consideration.
No Cujo No! Anyway. All dogs are friends with humans. I
read about it on Internet. Cause 100% of doctors were bred to be friends
with humans. Cujo's gone mad! Don't let your Dogs watch, lest they
get ideas! The Movie Dog is a bad influence on our dogs, is the point.
When we were kids, my brother wanted a dog, but as a compromise, we got a cat.
I was happy either way. I was like, one's as good as the other, sure.
Now I know I was way off. Havin' a dog would have produced a different
alternate reality for me than having a cat did. Cause of the differences
between cats and dogs and whatnot. They both ain't just Generic Pet.
They totally different!
Cool. What else is going on. Wonder what name I
woulda came up with for a dog. What are my some of my favorite dogs from
Fact and Fiction. Stair Bud. And his special power is being
able to climb the stairs. All pets have a Special Power, right?
That's their thing. I don't know. Also, I don't like Air Bud.
I wouldn't welcome that sort of name into my house. How about Good Boy
as a name. Make him feel special every time you call him. What else
is going on. Fifth paragraph and whatnot. As of now, haven't
injested alcohol! Great. Down about five dollars in poker, though.
I'll take that trade. A dollar for a paragraph. Great!
Correlation doesn't prove causation, though. And my instincts tell me
there's no causation in this. Cause they're unrelated. That sort of
Sixth paragraph. I found a website where you can enter
in any number and it shows you how far into Pi until that number shows up in Pi.
Whatta great. If I was making Computer Passwords for myself, and I wanted
a password that a clever person could guess, I'd make it how far into pi my
birthday shows up. Why would I choose a password that someone clever
could potentially guess. Ah-- But Here's The Trick. I do that
once. Say 12121988 shows up 24831711 digits into pi. Then I see
where in pi 24831711 shows up in pi. It's a double Pi trick!
No one would ever guess it. This paragraph will self destruct in..
not yet. Can't self destruct without me finishing it. That would be
irresponsible. Eh, that's finished enough.
Seventh paragraph. What the what. Apparently
there's a big problem with companies breeding dogs into captivity in terrible
conditions to test products on them. And it's pretty widespread.
Alert your local representatives. What else is going on. I can't
wait for the Blue Wave this fall. Ridin' High! What else is
going on. Lost more dollars in poker. But the paragraph total keeps
going up. Anyway. I'm gonna indulge myself with One Drink.
Maybe limit it to that-- not sure yet! Aiming for around 10 paragraphs.
Anyway, jeez. Arrested Development Season V coming out tomorrow.
Great! Cujo is still going on in the background. Man will that
movie ever shut up. I don't know. Started watching the Wrong
Turn movie series. Hard to get emotionally invested in it. There's
just unlimited cannibles. We're under the impression that there's
always some left. Makes it kind of hard to root for the protagonists.
I don't wanna root for losers.
Three paragraphs to go, hypothetically. What else
is going on. Still May! Didn't need to start a new month or
anything. Cool. I was wikipeding (Note To Self-- contact Websters
about coining the word Wikipeding) and it turns out cannibalism is a lot
more common than I would have thought. Happens all the time. Way
more than MS-13!!! Commentary. Note To Self-- Remember to
comb over past entries to make sure I read past Notes To Self. Wow.
I don't believe it-- we're 75% into the entry! Only one third of what's
already happened. That's pretty much 75% of what I'm thinking during
my half hour walks. Halfway through-- only one more of what I've done.
Two thirds through-- only half of what I've already done. Three quarters
through-- only one third of what I've already done. Those are the big
three. 50%, 66%, and 75%. Partly because they're easy numbers
to divide and partly because that's perfecting timing for noting the time that I
need reminding of how little I have left.
Ninth paragraph! Hmm. Cool. I
like the summer because it means Air Conditioning Season. Having the air
conditioning on, man, that's living. What else is going on. Just
won back all the money I was down in poker! That'll show them for
engaging me with only a 48% chance to win. I don't know. Have had
half of my one drink. And feel comfortable leaving at there when I'm done.
That sort of crap. Can't having money on a poker site be considered a
term of cryptocurrency. Which is a word I've heard in the news.
I don't know. Crap and crap. Still no new TV. Didn't do open
mic this past week, won't do it again upcoming week. Maybe the week
after-- I don't know! I've been busy fantasizing about Losing Weight
Cool. Last paragraph, theoretically. I got
that going for me. And it didn't cost me a thing. I was ready
to settle for losing a dollar every paragraph. Turns out I got em for
free! I don't believe it. I'm actually up one or two dollars.
I knew I'd make money with my writing someday! Also, turns out, I
don't understand things. Cool. Anyway, jeez. What do I got
comin' up for the rest of the night. Still one more Wrong Turn movies to
go. I was watching the Wrong Turn where it's a reality show, and realized
Trump is basically still just running a Reality Game Show. Figure out
the details of why it makes sense and leave room for humor in explanations, too.
I'm Too Tired to do it myself! Anyway, jeez. I'll catch ya later.
Post Entry Thought: Movie
called 'Fifty Shades of Gary.'
Post Entry Realization: Paragraph 3-- Doctors
not gonna rip you apart, the dog will! Oh, behave!
Post Entry Thought #2: I have an idea for a
scene in a movie where there's a guy and a girl in bed, and the girl gets up and
says, "I need to go to the bathroom," and the guy goes, "I'm right here!"
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Gonna try to write an entry. First one in several weeks! I don't
believe it. Life is going slowly. Not a lot to do! Open Mics
going Meh. Ran out of songs and whatnot. Quit drinking except for
Open Mics, which has lowered my tolerance for alcohol. I drank 2 and a
half Beers last night and that itself was bordering on too much! I get
anxious and stuff. My show with the Italian Psychedelica Poeter went okay.
Maybe doing a show of my own at some point. But the point is I've reached
a new phase of my life where I'm like this isn't what I'm gonna do with my
life for sure. Music is just a distraction. A Good Distraction,
sure. But it's not gonna lead to a career in music. I haven't
written a song in a Dog's Age! I dreamt a song last night. It just
kept going and going. In my dream I was like, well, this is gonna stop
soon, I'm not used to all this divine inspiration lasting an entire song.
But it did! And I don't remember any of it now that I've woken up!
I also wrote the lyrics to a song on Way Home from Open Mic.
Great! Not Leading Anywhere! Anyway, jeez. Starting to think
more seriously about Grad School next Fall. But that gives me 15 months of
Nothing. Don't like that mindset either. Besides considering a
Creative Writing program and a Screenwriting program, I also am entertaining the
idea of Film Production or something. I like the idea of making my own
film. It'd be like Yo Whassup check out these framed shots. I
also had an idea for a website catered to beginning film makers where they share
their films and it's fun. I don't have all the details yet. Anyway,
what the what. I've gotten in the habit of watching four hours of Whose
Line Is It Anyway every day. Entertaining in the short run,
unproductive in the long run. An overdose of Colin Mocherie is no fun,
believe you me.
I mean, you!-- believe me. That's how words
work. Poker was working for about a week and I put money on there and it
was fun. Now it's not working again. So there goes that!
Anyway, jeez. Chipotle started delivering through Door Dash. So I
got Chipotle this weekend! I don't believe it. I was in the
middle of a 5 dollar sit 'n go when Poker stopped working. I better get my
money back. Or, at least, get Poker back. I'd trade off losing 5
dollars if it meant I could get poker back. Luckily, those things aren't
mutually exclusive. So, great, what else. It's better to play Poker
as a back-up activity to entry writing than solitaire. Poker has down time
between playing hands, suitiable for writing. Solitaire, you just keep
going until you stop. These are the days of my lives.
What is this, fourth paragraph? Yeah, it is! I'm
great at approximating. What else. The point is I have a 2nd Burrito
Bowl to eat for dinner tonight. Things just keep looking up and up.
Somethin's goin on in the sky, can't take my eyes off it. I don't
know. Writing an entry here, that's good. I was looking over old
crazysheet.com, and you know what? Pretty terrible. But if I wasn't
getting in the habit of writing crazysheet, I may never have had it in me to
start writing music. And if I never wrote music, I wouldn't have had it in
me to write crazysheet.net. And if I didn't write crazysheet.net, I might
not have had it in me to write 2nd generation of music. And without that,
may not have had it in me to improve crazysheet.net. And without improved
crazysheet.net, I may not have had it in me to write whatever my next project is
which, by this point, will be professional level writing! That's my thesis
Fifth paragraph! Great! A life of watching Whose
Line Is It Anyway is either terrible or wonderful. Haven't decided yet.
Welcome to the show where everything's made up and the points don't matter.
That's right, the points are like you-- you malignant waste of space. Get
out of my audience! Anyway. Gave me the idea of taking a UCB
Improv Class, but I don't think I'd be good, and not being good at things is
embarassing! Especially when your lack of skill negatively effects those
around you. You clunk a scene up, your partners suffer as well. I
don't have it in me to consciously be that much of a malignant waste of space.
Cool! I don't know. Halfway through a 10
paragraph entry. I got that going for me I guess. Not a lot of jokes
and goofballs in this entry so far. I count around .8 of 1. Anyway.
I got my Queens College diploma in the mail. Says it was awarded January
2018. So I guess I'm the class of 2018. About time! Anyway.
Used my electric guitar at Yesterday Open Mic. Could just have easily used
Acoustic Guitar, but Electric Guitar is easier to carry. I could strap the
case to my back and everything! Gotta cut corners somehow. Gonna
need to get Teacher Reccomendations for applying to Grad School. Whose
gonna remember me. I figure one is the Playwriting Teacher, both because
it's relatively recent (Spring 17) and also appropriate for whichever program
I'm applying for. Somewaht thinking about asking my African American Lit
Class Teacher because it shows I'm multi cultural and everything. But,
despite the A-, I was pretty much only adequate in the class. But that's
also as recent as possible (Fall 18) so that's another thing to consider.
Maybe need a third one. But whose gonna remember little old me.
Maybe that's how they'll remember. "Oh, yeah, it was that little old
student." Alright! High five.
Seventh paragraph. Maybe I should get my Dad to write
me a recommendation. He's a teacher and probably has relatively nice
things to say about me. I am his son. Anyway, jeez. Half the
fun of Grad School would be potentially dorming. I'd be 30 years old with
21-24 year olds, or so, so I'd be able to keep up with them and also be their
Elder Statesman. I would imagine in a small selective Film Production Grad
Program, that's a tight knit group. Cause you gotta use the other ones to
help with your projects. Alright, forced friend situation! I
could reallly excel in such a situation is my theory. Also, that's a
useful degree. What with the internet, and all. People need people
to do videos. Videos are what the internet is all about these days.
Anyway, what the what.
Eighth paragraph. Three more paragraphs presumably.
See, directing is easy. Just find a way to frame the shots so it
tells a story. A+, already got it down. I have no idea what I'm
talking about. Also, in the film, have a scene with a character watching a
student film. So I could highlight the differences between my Genius and
the silly little student film the character is watching. A+ guaranteed
already, sweet. I might need to shoot a short film in order to apply.
Which is no good, because I have no equipment, technical skill, or inspiration.
So there might go that. Oh well, live and learn.
Two paragraphs to go! I don't believe it. And
dinner time is more or less here! May wait a while to eat dinner, though.
I don't deserve dinner yet. Once I've lived another few hours without
screwing up my life even more, though, that's worthy of Chipotle. I don't
know, crap and crap. Mets traded Harvey for a back up catcher. Which
is a lot better than what I thought they would get-- nothing. Now we got a
back up catcher and 2 back up back up catchers! That's gotta be worth
something in today's topsy tervy major league baseball world. I don't
know, jeez. Looking forward to ending this entry, even if I have nothing
else to do. I get to lie down and find a back up back up movie to watch or
10th paragraph. Let's finish this crap up. No
jokes at all this entry. But important Life Information. So I got
that going for me. I could watch the Met game. That's a back up back
up back up situation to be in. What else is crappening. When I got
my diploma, they gave me a laminated wallet sized card of my diploma. Not
sure the point of that. Am I ever gonna be a situation in real life where
there's a crisis and I go It's Okay! I Have An English Degree! to
save the day, but also, they need proof of the fact. Maybe at a bar.
I'm gonna need to see some identification. Glad you asked!
You're talking to a college graduate. Jeez. I'll see ya later.