Shatner laughs at you this Christmas

Shatner laughs, because you have never had your own show.


(Grabbed photo from inet.)

Tank! - Cowboy Bebop

The Seatbelts doing a live performance of the best theme song ever, of one of the best tv shows ever. I wish more anime was like Cowboy Bebop.

Your City or Mine?

I've never understood the penchant for people to like or dislike certain cities. While I can't say I'm a world traveler, I have lived or visited enough places to set my own attitude.

If it is hot I like that, if it is cold I like that. I try to find the beauty and interest wherever I am.

I try to find joy and comfort inside myself. I don't look to others for my self worth or happiness.

If certain people offend you and you don't like them I can understand that, but to extend that feeling to the place, or everyone who lives in that place, is detrimental to your own well being.

Really, its the only solution. You have to be happy wherever you are.

New Job. Book Update.

Okay, I admit the last post was weird, but no one read it so it all worked out.

Since last time I've quit my job and have another, which is okay but far from my dream job. But At least I have more time at work to do other things (like write this) but at the same time it freaks out my eyes a lot more.

As far as the book is concerned, I'm on page 120 of the rewrite. Which is a good thing, except I keep getting distracted by other story ideas and have to set them aside until the rewrite is finished.

Thanksgiving is almost here and I have my bird in the brine bucket getting all flavorful and juicy. Last year I was told by my aunt that I made the best turkey she's ever had so I have a lot to live up to.

Happy Thanksgiving and good luck to the cook!

Here be Monsters!

Captain Itchybeard, here!

In honors of them peoples in Washington celebrating my piratical heritage by privateering booty out of a bunch of landlubbers pockets, (it be the pirate way!) I've decided to scribe my comments in piratese. (where available)

Ahoy! Me says to my fellow cut throats and bilge rats! Tis be a fine day to be standing in the crowsnest spying for a fat merchantman out of Nasau. But alls I sees is miles of the most godforsaken ocean that has ever been godforsaken.

As I stand scratching me nether regions, a plan begins a formulating in the back of me brainpan. Kills the crew and sells them all for long-pig barbeque. (I spells it with a q, cause that's hows I likes it) But then I be needing another crew to sails me ship, and that thought floats away with the trade winds. (Even though I could almost taste the q)

Then I be contemplating shivering the timbers of a fine wench back at Port Royal, and the rumbullion burning down me gullet. But even the thoughts of women be taboo at sea, so I switches me subject to having the men fight for scraps from the captain's table, when I sees white sails marring the curve of the Earth.

"We gots one!" I shouts "Ye dogs, we gots one!"

My Book is Finished, Kinda

With excitement and loss I finished my book Monday morning (September 3rd) just before noon.

Yay!

Now let the rewriting begin!

Unfortunately, this blog will still not be updated in a timely or reliable matter, but it does mean that I can give you a one line description of my book:

My book is concerning a man with no memory of his origin who's bent on killing the man who stole the minds of the only people he knows.

And of course there will be some probulation, dust mop wrestling, and drowning in meat sauce just to keep the natives happy.

The final count (subject to change) is 315 pages and 83,000 words.

Guess it's time to start the next story.

Not Boring?

You tell me if this is boring:

I wake up and write, then I go to work. After work I write or watch a tv show, then I go to sleep and do it again the next day.

(Content removed due to potential offensive, and job threatening comment.)

BTW I'm on page 262 in my book. When will it be done? Soon I hope.