I've been listening to very uncomfortable music lately. Meloncholy, ghostly, disturbing, surreal type music that puts you out of your comfort zone. Rachels, Mogwai, Godspeed You Black Emperor!, Molasses, Sigur Ros, et al.
It fits my mood, really. I'm not in a very comfortable mood right now. My heart hurts, my mind is swimming, and every where I look, be it news papers, TV or the Internet is nothing but death and sadness.
I don't like it. But damn does it make for good writing. In fact A French Galleasse by Rachels specifically, and generally shitty weather up the eastern seaboard makes for good writing. I'll also add a touch of the midnight shift meloncholia to that mix. It's true you know. Not seeing the sun will drive a man crazy. Or at least add to a sense of sadness.
I'm rewriting In Defense of This Reality #1 again. I've already added 8 pages of script to the beginning, and issue 1 may turn into 2 or 3 issues. Which is good. The story really deserves much more consideration than I've given it. Daniel deserves to be explored more. I need to find out why he acts the way he does instead of assuming you all understand what he's doing. I've also renamed the series to Denton City, Ohio, which may or may not work as intended. The new name masks the true nature of the story.
When it's all done, I'll be sending proposals & scripts around. I never did get to Wizard World. It's for the best. This would be a bad time to start getting those rejection letters.
Word, looks like I'm back online.
Spent a few days working on this... Dead Air Radio. It's step one in my maniacle plan to run a hot internet radio station.
I spin every moring 6-8 AM (Est), and I've got a couple other DJ's Carol (80's & 50's retro shows), Skwerl (spinning late night and mid-morning), and another DJ yet to be announced.
I've been spending a lot of time recently working on this, and I'm hoping that it's the start of something successfull (read: profitable AND fun). Look for a Dead Air Radio website soon.
Thursday night at work one of the supervisors showed me video he found online. It was a Fox Sports news report. There was an incident at a basketball game in Europe (Spain? Portugal?). One of the players (who was built like Charles Barkley) didn't like a call that the referee made.
So he sucker-punched the referee. The ref suffered a broken jaw & a dislocated jaw from the punch. He was also unconscious for three hours after his head hit the hardwood floor. Three hours.
Now I know there are times we don't agree with calls. And there are times as an umpire where I know I've blown a call. But goddammit, we need to quit teaching our children that it's OK to argue and verbally assult the official. Because if we don't, incidents like this will happen more and more often. People actually think it's part of our job to accept this abuse. And it's not.
People absolutely lose their minds when they're around sports.
So here's the deal. Officials (referees, umpires, judges), we're people. We're fallable. We blink sometimes when we shouldn't. We're not always looking where we need to, and sometimes we don't see things the same way you do. But I'll tell you this much. We know more than you do about the sport we're working. I know more about softball than most parents, and this referee, until yesterday at least, knew more about basketball than this player. So let us do our jobs, and I won't be forced to retaliate by running you all over at the snack bar with my car. Deal?
By the way, for one moment of indescretion, this basketball player has been banned for life. He'll never play professional basketball again.
Used to be I didn't believe in writers block. Felt it was an excuse by writers to be non productive. Used to be I could sit down and knock out page after page after page. Now I'm hardly able to put this together. A couple of three paragraphs, and it's almost a struggle. I can't even write about not being able to write.
So I'm sitting here wasting time by watching 44 Minutes: The North Hollywood Shootout. It's interesting, I've seen video from the actual robbery. It reminds me of some of those movies that try really hard to mimic an ultra-dramatic documentary. It's not bad though. I just don't buy Ron Livingston as LAPD SWAT.
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