As I posted nearly a couple weeks ago, I’m a glutton for punishment. Just for the sheer entertainment of it, I watch the Kardashians (all the shows!), Gossip Girl, however minutes of 90210 I can handle, MTV Road Rules, Britney Spears videos, and bad movies like Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter or MegaShark vs. Giant Octopus. I don’t do this because I undervalue quality programming, or because I feel there’s nothing better to do with my time. I do it because these shows and movies are devised by and filled with idiots. Idiocy is fun to watch. Surviving idiocy is a challenge. Before you challenge that, allow me to rest the blame on the retail world. I spent too many years serving idiots and now I have no recourse but to find it elsewhere in my life, lest I get another retail job simply to feed the need. I’m programmed this way by too many pointless and stupid questions by far too many dense and corrupted minds to ever be saved.
Hence this whole “make me watch something I’ll despise and live blog it” thing I’m starting today. Listen, much like sitting down to an episode of Gossip Girl, I’m not looking forward to being exposed to Sex & the City–certainly not for 6 straight hours. Even in watching one hour of any of the programs listed above, I do so yelling at it, calling out the characters and weak writing, and rolling my eyes every 5 minutes. But I value entertainment, and if I can entertain people whilst suffering through shows I, at my core, cannot stand, then it’s not truly for nothing. It’s my version of falling on the sword on your behalf.
Granted, it isn’t as if Sex & the City is a show that most people hate. But it’s a starting point. And no matter the confidence shown by some of you that I, too, will like this show, I’m not hopeful. Maybe in small doses, but not a whole season of it at once. That’s an overdose of idiocy. I’ll be cranky by the time it’s over. And yet, I leave the call open for more. Name something that I can watch for, let’s say, up to 12 hours straight that would be on par with the above. It can be a show, a series of videos, a collection of movies, you name it and I’ll do it. And I’ll live blog the event. This is your chance to annoy me. Make it count. The only caveat–naturally–is that it’s something I have to be able to get my hands on in order to watch.
So, today at 4. It begins. I hope to utilize the live blog function for live events as well. The Oscars, for example. Or the Super Bowl, so that we can pick apart the new commercials and Madonna’s attempt at a halftime show. What other live shows/events should I do?
I wanted to post a video from Family Guy, referencing Sarah Jessica Parker’s face looking like a foot, but I couldn’t find it and I need more coffee. Hopefully, I’ll find it in time to include it today’s live blog. In the meantime, an dead friend of mine–a hacker, obviously–has resurrected his Twitter account. He claims he’s going to use it to tell people the truth about life, but from what I can gather, he just wants to annoy people. One of his opening salvos was this one about Tim Tebow. After that, he went on a mini-rampage about Christianity, then disappeared. Hopefully he comes back, whoever he is.
So Kate Gosselin is “freaking out “ over her show being cancelled.
I really don’t care. I just couldn’t come up with an intro.
Although, seriously? She’s upset because her career has been derailed? Watch the video. It’s amazing how much she sounds like…well, like Kate Gosselin. Woman’s nuttier than a can of almonds.
It’s been some time since life has allowed me the time and energy to focus on writing, as well as the myriad other projects I want to work on. Now that I’ve left my post at The Corner Bookstore, I’m going to dive headlong into the wordy pool and see what comes of it. The primary objective right now is to finish Book 1 in The Storyteller series, which is tentatively called The Heart of Darkness. I should, all things being equal, complete that manuscript some time in October (preferably before I head to Richmond, Va for The James River Writers Confererence).
As I manage that daunting task, I mean to pick up the pieces of the abandoned Bookstore series of videos (newest one below) and continue building a platform with which to turn my bizzaro experiences as a bookseller into a television pilot. Think Arrested Development meets The Office and you’ll get a decent idea. Something that allows for a good bit of insanity but is more character driven than built around the location. I hope to have a new video up every Wednesday.
Additionally, I’ll have a few posts to add to The Adventures of Ducky Thomas, including his long overdue story of traveling to New York City. That post, for what it’s worth will be called The Massive Warship, and has an awful lot to do with his visit to St. Patrick’s Cathedral. The hope with Ducky is to translate his adventures into chapter books. I think the world needs stories about an adventurous duck. Ducky agrees.
Now that Flutter is out and selling, I will be returning again to the world of Timothy Webb and telling what may, or may not, be the final book in that series. I’m rather fond of Timothy and Natasha, so I may violate ever known rule of writing just to hang on to them. In the meantime, if you haven’t already, The Christ Corporation Series has a Facebook page. Like it. I’ll be posting updates there.
Finally, staring me in the face with the depth and deadness of a salivating zombie is a story that takes the traditional Zombie Apocalypse for rocking ride where it’s never been before. Not sure yet if I want to write the novel or the screenplay, but as I have information to offer, I’ll be tossing it up here on the blog.
…of which I will be visiting more often. Obviously, right?
So with nothing in my way but myself, all of these projects will be complete or underway within the next six months. I’m piling it on and looking forward to what comes of it.
Oh, and in the near future I’ll be looking for you to determine what absolutely ridiculous show I show blog about on a regular basis. That one is wide open. Anything from Springer to Gossip Girl, from The View to 90210. It’s not my call. It’s yours. I’m not sure who I hope to entertain more with that, but I’m quite positive it will be me.
That said, here’s the latest in The Bookstore series, called Potter is Hotter. Time to decide between Cullen and Potter. And pretty dresses.
I’ve been pretty busy opening The Corner Bookstore (of which it seems necessary to note I do not own, but am managing), and it’s left the well of writing rather dry of time, and quite neglected. I genuinely consider this to be one of the more difficult things to deal with, and have to acknowledge that there is little in life that makes me as happy as writing, no matter how nonsensical it may be at times. But, I’m getting things ironed out with the store, and whittling down my schedule to a mere 55 hours a week, and will be back at it again soon.
Which is important, for more than the obvious reason. The more pressing matter is that, despite what I might have believed in February, Flutter: An Epic of Mass Distraction, is not yet finished. It lacks, in fact, a third act. A third act that was, until a few weeks ago, meant to be a third book in the Anointed series (which was never meant to be a series, but what the hell, right?). Which would seem to be a bummer–and is–but isn’t as bad as it seems. The truth is, Flutter will be a better book for it. It will take you for a longer, and wilder, ride, leaving you just as breathless as dear Timothy will be by book’s end.
And, in a nice twist, and flagrant ode to one of my favorite writers–Douglas Adams–I can now refer to Flutter as: The Second, and final book, in the Anointed Trilogy. Why not? Makes me laugh, and as long as my publisher’s up for it, then so be it (Or, “and, so it is,” if you happen to be a Pretty Wild junkie like me…I mean, come on! This isn’t real, right?).
The downside is that my October release is now somewhere in the front end of 2011. So, yeah. But it’ll be out there. That’s what matters.
Anyhoo…I had too much coffee this morning, and…wait…no, there’s no such thing as too much coffee. Strike that. Ahem. I had more coffee this morning than I typically have–by design in order to kickstart a Monday that followed a weekend of moving my stuff into storage by myself (what!?!?!)–and decided in a heightened state of euphoria, that what coffee lacks is an operatic ode to its importance in our daily lives. Something on the Bugs Bunny scale. You know what I mean. This one:
Something epic. Something tragic, yet redeeming in the end. Something that seems to jump on a skateboard, and roll along at ludicrous speed (Ah…Spaceballs), before crashing in a coma-like burn as the caffeine wears off.
Something sort of like this:
(man holding a cup of coffee in the air)
Coffee! You are so excellent!
I love to drink you in the morning,
afternoon, evening, and night!
And most any time in between!
(insert hoppy little musical interlude, as our man dances about with his cup of coffee, drinking it in large gulps)
I drink you with breakfast, I drink you with lunch,
I drink you with most anything that I can munch,
I drink you to think, I drink you to write,
I drink you despite you make me, um, not sleep at night!
You give me the shakes, you give me a buzz,
You are an addiction I can’t quit because,
I don’t remember what life was like living without
you, which isn’t a sad but is something I love!
Coffee you’re excellent!
You make my life livable!
Each time I drink you,
I feel so much better!
With each sip I’m happier!
With cream you’re just like dessert!
Coffee you’re excellent!
FTW, LMAO, LOL!
(our coffee drinker, in his exuberant celebratory state,
drops his coffee in a colossal crash)
What have I done?
Your brilliance shines so bright
upon the floor!
Oh, noes, coffee!
You were once in my hands,
these deceitful, clumsy, claws.
Now you are lost,
and I don’t know for how long!
Not to say that you weren’t a joy!
Still I regret your splaying on the floor!
But I just thought…just now in fact,
that perhaps I could, perhaps just now,
make some more instead!
I will drink you again!
(the thunderous final note brings the house down)
Sure, it needs some work, but it’ll do for now. And I need more coffee.
I didn’t want to go to sleep last night. For a long time (once I had fully comitted myself to leaving Facebook and the plethora–what is a plethora?–of comments and such from yesterday’s activity) I just stared out the window at the city. I think I was still in that, “Am I really here” phase that most of us go through when we’ve come to visit an exciting place, or a place we’re excited about because it isn’t exciting at all but quiet because everyone else isn’t there. Anyway, I left the shades open, and woke up the minute the light touched the sky. Times like this, and times like this only, that I don’t mind short sleep. Thus began the day. I have no idea where I’m going now, only that I’m about to walk out the door.
8:32 am: I meander downstairs, showered & happy to MY free Marriott breakfast. Before you get too excited, free, in this instance, is bagels and toast and cereal and coffee. Honestly, I was happiest about the free coffee. More so that they had little packages of Coffe-Mate French Vanilla creamer available. MY caffeinated dessert, what you mortals call coffee, in hand, I was ready to face the day.
10:15 am: While on MY way to the Library, I stop for the 1st of 2 visits to Bryant Park, situated right next door (door? somehow, that seems wrong). It’s a peaceful place in the morning. Probably an excellent place to drink some coffee and wake up while people watching. Hey! That’s what I was doing!
10:10 a.m: New York Public Library. I didn’t go in, as I’ve been there before & I’m running short on time before I meet Russ at (or around, on Russ time) 11. Snapped a couple pictures of the lions, and some various shots of the local landscape, but nothing you wouldn’t have seen a bajillion times before on tourist brochures. I’m beginning to get a little worried about the calm lack of adventure the day is displaying thus far. What, Monday comes and we all act normal again? What’s up with that?
10:21 a.m: Walking up 5th Ave, on MY way to St. Patrick’s Cathedral when it suddenly occurs to ME that I’ve been singing the coffee toffee twisted frosty song in MY head for the last hour. Damn! In order to purge the madness, I grant the repetitive lyrics to you
Coffee toffee, twisted frosty!
Do you wanna get frosty with me?
10:32 a.m: I arrive at St. Patty’s to discover that MY favorite NYC landmark is still there. You can never be too sure when religion is involved. Could have been swept away in a moment of vengeance. Glad to see that they are renovating some of the exterior. Most people are aware that I do not believe you can find God in a church, despite the fact that they exist, seemingly, for the that sheer purpose alone. You can find religion in a church though, and St. Patty’s never disappoints.
11:11 a.m: Lunch with Russ at Chipolte’s. I need about 3 more cups of coffee to keep up with the speed at which he is talking. Russ, I’m still a Southerner! Slow down!
12:25 p.m: Russ & I have broken up, though I believe it to be short term. Once he slows down his speech, we’ll be all right. I decide to head back to 42nd street, and over to Grand Central Station, since I didn’t have time before, then head back to St. Patrick’s because, well, because it’s so freakin’ awesome. Aside from the fact that I think of The Day After Tomorrow everytime I go into Grand Central, I rather enjoy it. It is the pinnacle of activity. Busy, busy, busy little people scoot around from one to the other, or from one floor to the other, to the fooditorium downstairs, or simply dodging pesky tourists with cameras. OH! Actually, the main floor of Grand Central is home to a scene from one of my favorite movies, K-Pax, so maybe all isn’t bad. The travesty has been undone. Sorry Mr. Gyllenhal and Mr. Quaid, but that movie just sucked. Wolves? Really? Wolves in NYC?
1:35 p.m: Back at St. Patrick’s for about 30 minutes. It’s fantastic to absorb to just sit and absorb the history of the place. Unfortunately, and by design I do believe, the pews are dreadfully uncomfortable to sit on for an extended period of time. How can you feel the presence of God if you’re massaging your butt every five minutes!
2:25 p.m: Back at the hotel where I attempted a nap. No go. Nap fail. Too easily distracted am I. Answer the phone? Sure! Text messages, absolutely! Facebook chats? Well, I can’t be rude! Anyway, it’s 5:30 now and I’m about to get ready for night one at The Tank. I may, and or may not, post pictures and update the blog later this evening. MY guess is on the no side. You may just have to wait until tomorrow. And, hey, whoa! I totally buzzed a fly today!
Ok, so maybe it isn’t that cool. But still, I had to wait a long time for that shot.
I’ve been away. Maybe you’ve noticed. Maybe you haven’t. Maybe you cared. Maybe you didn’t. Maybe I know that I should have written something on here since MY last blog, but then again, maybe I don’t. Maybe I haven’t had anything to say.
Maybe I should stop this maybe train of retardation and write something worth reading.
I’ll be in NYC for events on June 22nd and 23rd. I’ll post the event details here and on MY Anointed Facebook Fan Page in the next day or so. I’d be more specific, but I’m a bit smidgy right now, and I’m not even sure what that means. Once I figure that out, then I can move on to the details of MY events. I know they are both at the Tank, in the Theater District, off 45th street, and that they are pretty cool pairings. I also know that I’m geeked about getting back to New York, and that I’ll be there on MY birthday, which may not really enhance the moment, but is still cool all the same.
I’ve been working steadily on both the follow up to Anointed (working title of Angelic Malcontents), and also the first book in a young adult fantasy series, the title of which is The Storyteller, though I’ve yet to subtitle it. There will be 5 books in that series, each with The Storyteller title, followed by a book-specific subtitle. I’m very happy with the progress on it (I scrapped 50ish pages and have rewritten almost all of them, now), and I look forward to blitzing through to the end, and then finding a home for it. Which I will. I think it’s an appealing story, to be honest. At some point, I’ll post some more info on it, but well…truly, right now I’m blitzed. Or smidgy. One of them. I’m something that isn’t totally coherent. I’ve been helping MY good friend, Jim Mundy, this week at a chess camp he puts on each year. 20+ kids, 5 days, 6-7 hours a day. Exhausting, and I didn’t even do the bulk of the work. Been hard, squeezing in writing on a tenth of the brain power.
Oh, and if you happen to be interested in the timeline of Anointed, we reach an important date on Tuesday, June 9th. That would be the day, within the world of the book, in which Billy Christ anoints Timothy Webb as his successor. Despite the fact that it hasn’t developed the way I had hoped, or planned, I will still be following through with the Twitter switch over. Billy will announce his retirement on Monday, spend the day reflecting on that, and then Timmy Christ will come in a few days later. He’ll assume control of Billy’s twitter account, and I’ll be working to gain him a true following. I plan on using his account more than I did for Billy–though in fairness to Billy, he has never truly embraced the technology at his disposal–and also hopping back on the TCC website and revisiting the blog, with Timmy in control. Then we’ll all go for a six-week ride, as Timothy’s story unfolds. I think, of all the things I have looked forward to with this project, these next six weeks may be at the top of the list. Now, more than ever, the time to ruffle feathers has come. I shall let (Timmy) Christ lead the way.
So, make sure to check in. I’ll be tying all the sites and tools together in order to innundate everyone with what I’m doing.
But now I’m a bit smidgy and blitzed. I shall sleep.
Here’s a video to entertain you, and make sure that this visit wasn’t entirely in vain. Go. Watch it. Enjoy. You’ll love it.
And so it begins…
It’s been some time since I remember stating that I should start a blog. They’re useful things, after all. Especially when one feels they have something of relevance to say, or promote. In my case, I have ME. And, as such, I will promote ME (Caps are necessary in order to inflate my ego) as necessary, and hope that you (sorry, no caps for you…this is show is about ME) get some facet of enjoyment out of it. So, let’s just start with an introduction of sorts. Things you must know about ME in order to fully appreciate anything that I may decide is worth writing about:
Not that face in particular, but one that is not too unsimilar. In fairness though, this is what she sees when she wakes up:
In order to avoid making this entire post a list-oriented detailing of ME, I’ll bypass further numbering and save that instead for a Facebook meme that more accurately described ME in an entertaining, yet less than literary, way. Oh, a further note of use. I am no friend of Grammar. I will slam the door in its face if it attempts to visit. I have a restraining order against grammar and insist that it speak only to those who edit my words. Grammar can go to Hell. Elipses…are…my…friend, and, I, don’t, use, commas, correctly, if I use them at all. Do not attempt to point out flaws in my grammar, or lack thereof. I will get a restraining order against you as well (“And if you don’t believe me, I’ll put a jihad on you, too.”).
What I hope to utilize this blog for, aside from having an outlet that is purely ME-centric, and without the weight of Christ guiding my words, is to promote and encourage discussion of whatever inane subjects I wish to talk about. I’ll drop some bits from Anointed, write unpublished additions from time to time, bore/entertain you with the Fantasy League Baseball (forever to be FLB henceforth) exploits of the Chrysler Salvation, tap into the myriad selection of religious news of the day (looking for conversation here folks, otherwise I’ll just look at myself in a mirror and watch MYSELF talk), and lastly (or perhaps just thisly, as there is likely to be more) give a once in a while look at how not to run and operate a bookstore. Or perhaps any business at all. Learn from me here. I know I’m trying to. Regardless, there will be a very ME-present atmosphere to everything, as I wish to promote ME and only ME (and on occasion you, if it benefits ME). Though cheese is pretty important to0.
So as to keep this intro brief, I leave by way of offering you a glimpse of sheer stupidity. This, from another my favorite sites, Fail blog:
Be glad you aren’t that oblivious.