the stuff

I think I saved the ending, but yeah, it really didn’t fit with the theme of the thing.

Man, I’m going to have to figure that out. You can’t build up this epic shit, then suddenly decide the protagonist (well, sort of a protagonist) is going to kill everyone (literally – like everyone).

Anyway, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about whether I have the stuff.

Obviously, astronaut has sailed, but in my chosen field (which I’ve yet to actually work in), do I have it?

That thing that makes great artists actually great?

Do I have that thing?

This, I do not know.

I suspect you only know it when you’re through it. And if you never do it, then guess what?

You don’t got it.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 710 words, comic: The Stuff 6

Read: The Shooting Party, Anton Chekhov
Comics: Fables: The Wolf Among Us 13-16
Music: 21 Guns Live, Green Day

i had something i wanted to say

But I no longer remember what it was.

I hate it when that happens.

It happens too often.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 1028 words, comic: The Stuff 6

Read: The Broom Of The System, David Foster Wallace (I know this guy is revered, but this was exactly the kind of twaddle that I fucking hate, because it sounds pretty, means nothing, and gives pretentious idiots an excuse to pretend they're oh so much more cultured and intelligent than you, but nope, fucking twaddle, you sanctimonious craphound)
Comics: Fables: The Wolf Among Us 10-12, Fables 149
Music: 21 Guns, Green Day

well, that’s nice

Apparently, I wasn’t on the list of names on the chopping block for Carney’s cuts.

Yay, me. Tipple one up.

It’s a huge weight off my mind. Now, I can get back to focusing on writing a bunch of stuff and having it rejected all over the map.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2889 words, comic: The Stuff 6

Read: The Broom Of The System, David Foster Wallace
Comics: Fables: The Wolf Among Us 6-9
Music: 20th Century Masters - The Millenium Collection: The Best of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy 

snow day

I’ve clear about ten centimetres off the deck already, but an hour later, you’d never know it. My footprints and my dog’s footprints both erased from history.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Mother Nature can wipe your ass out, and no one would ever even know you existed.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 990 words, comic: The Stuff 5

Read: The Broom Of The System, David Foster Wallace
Comics: Fables: The Wolf Among Us 1-3, Fables 147
Music: February 12, 2006, Durty Nellies, Local H

so yesterday was weird, eh?

I’m not religious by any means, but I do believe in a realistic spirituality.

There’s more in heaven and earth and all that. Of all of the religions I’ve studied, Taoism seems the most logical and least formal, as well as the most in line with my beliefs.

Buddhism is, as well, but there are formalities and sexism and dogma with that, which are all things I try and stay away from.

Meditation is something I do; not a formal belief system that requires me to behave a certain way.

Ursula Leguin inspired me to study more into the Tao; that last contained notes I made on the opening passage.

I thought I might share them over time. People can bite back, discuss, suggest, casually realign my thought process by pointing out where I’m mistaken, what I’ve missed, or perspectives I haven’t discovered yet.

Personally, I love that.

Perspective and presence are what it’s all about, really.

All that is good – empathy, compassion, the enjoyment of life – stems from such things.

And who knows what’s beyond it?

Target: 1500 words
Written: 817 words, comic: The Stuff 5

Read: The Broom Of The System, David Foster Wallace
Comics: Fables 141-143, Fairest 27
Music: Veni, Vidi, Vicious, The Hives (FUCK.  YEAH.)

heartburn, round two

Weirdly, I ate super light yesterday, but did have a customary glass of red wine, as one does, on Sundays.

We drink red wine on Sundays, or so my father-in-law tells me.

He’s also a man who feeds his other daughter ice cream and Coke for dinner on a regular basis, so he’s not exactly the sommelier we look for.

But still, for some reason we do it (and I do love a good red), but it seems to have triggered a relapse from the night before’s horrid gastrointestinal adventures, and now, I sit, having lost another couple of hours of wondrous sleep.

Plus some weird fuckin’ dreams.

Weird fuckin’ dreams, man.

I liked the ones I had before the acid set in; The Last Showgirl apparently wormed its way into my subconscious in the forms of Song and Ship.

Sorry, honey. It was involuntary. I can’t be held responsible for what my unconscious mind dredges up.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 3315 words, comic: The Stuff 4

Read: Full Catastrophe Living, Jon Kabat-Zinn (we're livin' the full catastrophe, all right)
Comics: Fables 135-137, Fairest 21
Music: 20 Years Of Hell, Vol IV, Anti-Flag/One If By Land

hockey day in canada

I guess it was up early and into the fray.

And now it’s drink o’clock. Toronto, please make it worthwhile.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1016 words, comic: The Stuff #3

Read: Full Catastrophe Living, Jon Kabat-Zinn
Comics: The Unwritten 52-53, Fables 133, Fairest 19
Music: 20 Years Of Hell, Vol II, Anti-Flag/All Dinosaurs

shocking

Our niece facetimed us tonight.

She never facetimes us. She barely texts.

Miracles do happen.

We love that kid.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 694 words, comics: The Stuff #3

Read: Full Catastrophe Living, Jon Kabat-Zinn
Comics: Fairest 17-18, The Unwritten 51, Fables 132
Music: 20 Years Of Hell, Vol I, Anti-Flag/World's Scariest Police Chases (they call him ROBOCOP)

you still have to write stuff

And read.

And write.

And submit.

And follow up.

And debate whether it’s worth putting up stories on literary sites for critique when idiot admins are only going to fail to recognize that the misogynist is the BAD GUY. Seriously, I’ve two other stories I’d like to put up on Wattpad, one about a woman who gets revenge on a guy who kills a girl for rejecting him and another about a man who rants on how terrible his wife is, only to realize his neglect, infidelity and emotional abuse has caused her to commit suicide.

These are not ambiguous stories, in terms of who the bad guy is.

But I’m afraid, since Get Back Again was pulled, because whoever complained and whoever was responsible for reviewing the claim saw the story and missed the fucking point.

THE BAD GUY IS THE POV.

HE’S THE FUCKING BAD GUY.

It’s not a manifesto; it’s a bad dude who’s perspective is that he’s a good guy.

We’re all the heroes of our own stories, isn’t that the platitude?

Apparently, no one told them.

If it’s not a werewolf or vampire bad boy romance, they don’t care.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 3687 words, comic: The Stuff #3

Read: Full Catastrophe Living, Jon Kabat-Zinn
Comics: Fables 130-131, Fairest 16, The Unwritten 50
Music: 2+2=5, Radiohead

why are some things so bad?

Like this insanely bad commercial for Tim Hortons (which admittedly, is awful at basically everything).

How does something get that bad?

We talk about the human condition, and human potential, which I’ve been thinking about a lot lately because of The Stuff, and I think…

How is that someone’s potential? To make a fucking TERRIBLE commercial with an AWFUL jingle for BAD food? That’s what you chose for your life?

Fuck, man. I know I’m no great shakes, but shit. I’m not I-make-ads-that-the-MOST-mediocre-can-look-down-on bad.

Right?

Target: 1400 words
Written: 495 words, comic: The Stuff 3

Read: Full Catastrophe Living, Jon Kabat-Zinn
Comics: Fables 128-129, Fairest 14-15
Music: June 26, 1999, Metro/Smart Bar, Local H