We Have Heat!

The last 2 or 3 days have gotten cold in Austin, and Brian & I discovered that out heater doesn't work.

It's kind of quaint, us bundling up and sitting cross-legged under blankets and drinking hot drinks to stay warm, lol. It's like we lived in the Old West or something, before heaters were invented.

Of course, we were listening to disturbed on the main computer while Indiana Jones movies played on the dvd player... So it wasn't exactly like the Old West. ;P

But a repair guy came this morning and fixed the heater, so I woke up having kicked off my covers.

After three days of cold, that was nice. :)

So I wake up and wander out of my bedroom to find Brian in the kitchen frying up a huge pan of meat. He was jonesing for Taco Salad, so he bought the ingredients on his way home from work and made enough for both of us.

Not a bad way to start the day!

Brian, by the way, is a master of flavor! He loves flavorful food, so he makes flavorful food! He'll take a recipe that's really good, then add a couple of spices until it's beyond good! So if you like Taco Salad, you LOVE Brian's Taco Salad!

(I know, I know... we sound like a gay couple, lol. But I remind you, he's my BROTHER.)

As he's cooking I play some TOMB RAIDER LEGENDS -- which is always a great time!!! -- and then after I hop in the shower to get ready for my last day of work before my weekend.

A hot shower isn't as necessary today as it was yesterday (when the hot shower actually raised my core temperature out of lizard level and back up to a temperature more resembling a mamal), but I always prefer warm to room temperature or (egads!) cold.

I towel off, put some gel in my hair, then run my fingers through it until my hair is no longer stiff. Then out of reflex or habit or something I look in the mirror, which is, naturally, opaque with steam.

Only, there are four small sections of the mirror that aren't steamed-up tonight...

They form the numbers 1408.

I laugh, despite myself, and yell out that Brian is a bastard. And when I come out of the bathroom he's laughing pretty hard. He apparently set that up this morning, so the numbers were fresh when I took a shower this evening. In fact, and I told him this, my first thought was to imagine an invisible finger writing the numbers on the mirror as I'm taking a shower!

So... Fed, clean, then clothed, I'm ready for a laid-back evening/overnight/early morning of work.

I step outside, and it's still sprinkling. It had started not long before I left work yesterday, and it was still going! As a result, the night was shiny and sparkley, and the air smelled like a waterfall, and it didn't feel as cold as it had been (though this might just be because I was stepping out of a heated appartment tonight, lol) and I just thought to myself, "What a GREAT way to start my day!" :D

I walk into work and we're airing the last half of THE INCREDIBLES (PIXAR and Brad Bird REWL!!!) and then after the local news SNL is a collection of Thanksgiving sketches from the entire run of the show!

OH! And my friend/co-worker Pete offered me a huge slice of something called Monkey Bread!!!

MONKEY Bread!!! :D

If someone offers, how can you NOT try something called MONKEY BREAD?!! :D

Monkey Bread!!! :D

So life is groovy.

At the moment, actually, I'm a little bit bored. But that's not a bad thing at all! Boredom means that nothing's blowing up, and there's nothing I have to do right this minute!

Boredom means "no drama".

If you're watching a movie or reading a book, boredom is bad.

I'm at work. So boredom is actually GOOD. :)

In fact, if I could remain bored until 2:00 am or so, I might actually get some pages of my the next chapter of my novel written! That would be REALLY good! :)

We'll see...

I hope, as you read this, that you are enjoying a freedom from drama!

And central heating!!!

RAIDERS of the LOST ARK on iPod...

As I type this, I'm watching RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK on my iPod!!! :D

And if you scan Itunes' movies, you will not find it for sale, lol.

I want to share with you how I got it, but please suffice it to say that freeware REWLZ!!! ;D

I want to tell you what I'm workin' with, but I don't know how copyright laws and stuff works, and who monitors what sites, so I will play it safe by not sharing my good fortune with you...

...however...

...suffice it to say that I did not search for long to find the answer to my questions.

Also, as for the ethics of making a copy of the movie for myself...

I bought the movie on VHS 3 times, and on DVD once, so I don't believe I'm violating any moral codes in using freeware to put it on my iPod, lol.

Umm... What else...

I watched RATATOUILLE on iPod. Have I mentioned that yet? (I've posted a couple of times, but one or both of them may not have actually posted...)

Also, I found an above-average Indiana Jones pocast HERE. It's a 4th Indy Jones "movie" in 9 parts. decent acting, GREAT sound effects and great music. The writing is sort of fan-fic natures, and the acting is -- depending upon the actor -- anywhere from acceptable to actually good.

I'm all Indiana-Jones-obsessed becase (a) Indy reminds me of Thanksgiving for some reason and (b) the 4th movie's initial production wrapped October 12, 2007.

Okay, I need to get to bed now. My bebe has said she should be able to hang with me this weekend, so I want to get some sleep and be up before she goes to bed.

PEACE!!! :D

Remember Me?

Hey, there!

I've been busy. ;P

I mean it; for reals!

I've finished chapters 2 and 3, watched FANTASTIC FOUR: THE RISE OF THE SILVER SURFER, THE HOST, RATATOUILLE, Season 1 of THE WEST WING and re-read just over half of HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.

AND I've gotten some Gnomey Love in that time, too! :D

So... Busy boy, I've been.

Hey, has anyone noticed that the Disney Corporation has NO IDEA how to advertise PIXAR's movies?

Actually, it's something that My Genius Friend Dave brought it to my attention. He keeps up-to-date with all many of animation goings-on, and he mentioned that part of the deal between PIXAR and Disney is that they get to market PIXAR's flicks.

Only, they have NO IDEA HOW!

Okay, maybe I'm old or something, but since MONSTERS INC. I haven't been drawn to see a PIXAR flick.

I'm serious!

I mean, I know they're PIXAR and I TRUST PIXAR to tell me a good story, but I didn't see CARS or RATATOUILLE in the theaters.

Why?

Because with all the movies being trust at us every month of the last few years, there are other movies with better trailers that make me want to see them.

I mean seriously, when you saw the commercials for RATATOUILLE, did you say "That looks like a great story!" or did you go "Brady Bird! He rocks!" Or, more likely "A new PIXAR movie!"

If you know who Brad Bird is, you probably wanted to see it because of him: He worked on THE SIMPSONS for years, then made THE IRON GIANT and THE INCREDIBLES before RATATOUILLE.

If not, then you just thought "PIXAR movies are ALWAYS great" and that's what got you into the theater.

I seriously doubt you saw the commercials or trailers and thought "Aw! A cute rat making food in Paris! I SO wanna see THAT!"

Blah.

Just venting.

OH! And because of My Genius Friend Dave I've noticed that Robert Zemekis is actually doing quite a bit to change the American public perception of animation!

Check it out:

Filmmakers in the States think that "animation" and "family entertainment" are synonymous. Cute animals and family values and (too often) singing.

But anyone who has watched good Anime knows that that simply isn't true.

Creative folks in the East have used the medium (not "genre" but "medium"... there's a huge difference) have used Anime to tell stories that not only deal with highly sophisticated themes and ideas, but that kids wouldn't WANT to sit down and watch.

I'm not even talking about Hentai, here. I'm talking about SERIAL EXPERIMENT LAIN and PARANOIA AGENT. You can't tell me that kids know what's going on in those shows because MOST ADULTS are challenged by them! They're these extremely cerebral DRAMAS!

And yet, here in the States we still equate animation with children. Wtf?!

But Zemeckis is making a certified effort to change that.

Okay, THE POLAR EXPRESS could easily be placed in the Family Entertainment genre. ("Family Entertainment", by the way IS a genre. "Animation" is not. Just clearing that up.) And if you never saw MONSTER HOUSE, you could easily slip that in there, too.

HOWEVER...

Zemeckis's intention become a little clearer with MONSTER HOUSE... It actually has many elements of Horror, utilized (in my oppinion) very successfully.

And faithfully.

There are scenes and sequences with that house that are actually scary.

Still, one could argue that MONSTER HOUSE is simply edgier than most children's comedies. And one would have a valid point.

But BEOWULF...

Someone in Hollywood grew a pair of balls, because it's being marketed as a straight-up Action/Adventure!

I mean, seriously, what kids will want to go see BEOWULF?

Now, I wouldn't be surprised if we start reading about parents who took their kinds to see it and complain that it's too scary and too violent. But the movie isn't being marketed as a kids' movie. t's being marketed to appeal to the same folks who went to see 300.

AND IN 3-D, too!!!

Come to think of it, all three of Zemeckis's animated features have been 3-D. Bless him!

Actually, because of the logistic of what it takes to make a 3-D movie, it's really only practical to make them with computer animation, because you can produce and edit your film, THEN go back in and render the additional reels necessary for the Left-Eye/Right-Eye effect. You don't have to rent an extra camera or pay for re-shoots because one of the cameras wasn't working right on-the-day.

So anyway, though...

If BEOWULF does well, America could maybe break off a piece of the animation money that belonged soley to Anime in this country!

AND...

I may one day be able to see what I've been waiting since the '90s to see... 3-D animated HORROR flick! I mean come on! You can tell a story in CGI animation that you couldn't afford in live action! And you could get REALLY scary then! :D

Blah.

Anyway, these are some of the things I think about.

Okay, retreating back into my little cave now.

PEACE!!! :D

Chillin' In The City...

My weekend's been pretty damn cool so far! :D

I've re-written Chapter One, and I like it a lot better now, and this morning I finally broke Chapter Two, which I plan to pound very soon.

But I've been a little busy in SecondLife, as well, hehe.

Not NEARLY as busy as Brian has been, though...

Brian created us a city!



It's HUGE, too!

And I think you'd be surprised by the amount of detail he's gone to.

In the pic above, I'm the dude with the blue hair and the HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE shirt (naturally) and Brian is the evil Martian from MARS ATTACKS! to my right.

He made that avatar, by the way. :)

And, you know, what city would be complete without...



...an invading Martian army?






Ever since I was a kid and learned about Orson Welles's famous (or infamous) 1938 radio adaptation of H. G. Wells THE WAR OF THE WORLDS, I've been a bit obsessed with it.

My imagination was so struck with the idea that, had I been alive and listening to the radio on October 30, 1938, I might have believe, for 40 minutes anyway, that Mars was invading Earth! I mean what BETTER Halloween trick AND treat?!!

As a teen I owned a vinyl copy of the album, and on the back was a brief account of the hysteria that is said to have taken place that night. (Current historians tend to believe that the actual confusion and reactions were probably exaggerated by the media back then, so we can't know how freaked-out people ACTUALLY were.)

I've long lost the album, but I -- naturally -- have a cd version (I think I've bought 2 or three as an adult: I'd buy one, move, loose it, then buy another next Halloween when they were available again) and this Halloween I converted my most recent cd version into an mp3 and have that loaded on my iPod along with Lux Radio's adaptation of the film version and Lux Radio's adaptation of THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL, hehe. :)

I think what inspired Brian to create these GORGEOUS -- and HUGE -- Martian attack vessles, though, is that I happened upon complete sets of the faces of Topps's 1963 trading card series MARS ATTACKS!!! (The exclamation points there are mine, not part of the title, as in the Burton film version, lol.)

Every single card!

In 1994, Topps reissued the cards and released a comic based on them, so at one time I owned several of the cards and some of the comics. But I never had more than half the set.

So to find images of these cards online was AMAZING!!!

Plus, this came alongside my reading HOW I CONQUERED YOUR PLANET by John Swartzwelder. That novel plays on many of the "invading Martian" and "alien invasion" cliches and stereotypes (to hysterical effect) and that made me wanna play DESTROY ALL HUMANS for a few hours at a time...

And that might have lead to Brian's desire to recreate the MARS ATTACKS! Martians in SL...

Then finding those cards (which I now have as pics in my iPod, so I can stare at them whenever, where ever I go, hee-hee), I think, may have put it over the top.

And it's interesting... When I'm inspired by something I want to put it into words. When Brian is inspired by something he wants to MAKE it, reproduce it in 3 dimensions.

This started LONG before SecondLife. When he was a kid he was taken with A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET and recreated Freddy Krueger's glove! He's A KID! I mean, he was, like, 9 or 10 when the movie came out!

And then when he was married, I remember visiting him at his apartment and seeing the things he was making with plastic, action figures he altered or customized or whatever (there's a term for that, but I don't remember it right off hand), seeing space ships he had whittled, lol!!!

THEN he discovered FLASH ANIMATION! He was lost inside Flash for YEARS, just always pumping out a new animation whenever he got a new idea, lol. And always trying to do more with Flash than he knew how to do before!

Then we discovered SL a couple of years back, and so now he can create THIS...






You can see us down there in the pic just above... I'm the blue spec and Brian's the green one, lol.

At first, this was just a set of skyscrapers that we could take pictures on. A photo set, basically. In the picture below you can see two of the buildings I created. (But Brian expanded them when he turned the set into a full-on city. So they're his creation, now.) But Brian looked at the tops of skyscrapers and decided he wanted a city you could walk around or drive around. So he made it.

Then we both got obsessed with the ideas invading Martians, lol. (In a playful way, mind you... Not a realistic way.)

So I decided I needed to take a photo tour of the place and share Brian's devilish genius with you! :D



And walking around a city being leveled is hungry business.

So we stopped at a hot dog stand for some grub.






I actually made that hot dog stand! :D

Brian mentioned that he wanted one, and I've been lucky at creating or altering pictures to create textures that save prims (for instance, I might build a phone booth that was made up of 49 prims, take pics of it from all angles, turn those pics into photos, then I can recreate the phone booth with 6 prims), and I had finished rewriting Chapter One and needed a break before I could figure out Chapter Two, so viola!

And, more importantly, Brian liked it!!! :D So it's now part of the city!



After lunch we took a tour of a part of the city most visitors probably will never stumble onto...






That's shallow water, by the way, so you can drive a car or motorcycle around in there! :D

The grate in the ceiling leads up into one of the buildings above ground.

My brother is A friggin' GENIUS!!!

All the nooks and crannies you used to play in as a small child, Brian builds them into the worlds he creates in SL!!! Our lands in SL are his imagination unleashed!

And, being an overgrown kid myself, I get to play and play and play, lol!!!



Life can be SO SWEET!

:D

Talkin' To Strangers...

Okay, so here's an interesting wrap-up to the work week...

The night goes smoothly. Not only does nothing blow up on me, but I actually discover an online cache of SIX MILLION DOLLAR MAN episodes, and I get to watch one.

Then I think about a new approach to Chapter One, and I actually get a bit of that written.

All very cool.

When I get home I stop by the mail boxes. (I have this secret belief that any day now I'm going to win a contest or something and fine a big-ass check waiting for me in there. And even if that happens, I might have some Netflix waiting for me.)

As I'm checking the mail, this dude wanders out of the darkness of 6:35 am and up to me and asks if I have a cell phone he can borrow to call a friend to pick him up.

I look over at the guy, and he's young-ish, not wearing shoes, shivering in a tank-top, and had dried blood smeared across his left cheek.

Now, if I know you, I'm a pretty outgoing guy. I'm very open and friendly to people I know.

But if you don't know me, and you approach me, I tend to be cautious.

And I'm told that I can come off as surly, even though that's not my intention. Like my blank expression, when I'm thinking about a story or just letting my mind wander, has caused more than one friend to ask me "Are you okay? Is anything wrong?"

So hopefully I don't come off as too much of an ass, but I have reason to believe that maybe sometimes I do.

But the guy only asked to borrow my phone, and he seems pretty vulnerable and helpless at the moment (although, that's something that always gets my guard up... I've had too many people try to sell me stuff, lol) and I can't figure out any way that loaning this guy my phone for a moment gets a knife in my ribs or anything.

So I hand him my phone.

He dials, like, 5 numbers -- very slowly, I notice -- pausing for a long time in between.

As he's dialing, I'm noticing several smaller cuts and nicks, and small blood stains that don't seem to have a wound beneath them, like they're from somewhere else. (Mind you, he's not covered in blood, Horror-movie style. But there's more than you're used to seeing on someone who walks up to you our of the early morning darkness.)

With all the slow dialing and pausing, Suspicious Guy gets the distinct feeling this guys wants more than just to use my phone. But Suspicious Guy can't figure out what just yet.

Trusting Guy inside me realizes that this guy might not remember any of his friends' phone numbers, because we live in the age of cell phones, where all our important numbers are stored in our phone.

In between dials, Bloody Dude is filling me in on parts of his back-story:

He was hanging with friends last night, and some of these friends jumped him. In the fight, his cell slipped out of his (stylishly baggy) pants. He even voices what I was thinking about not remembering his numbers because they're all on speed dial.

After (what feels like) a really long time of him sluggishly dialing, then sluggishly trying to remember, then sluggishly dialing, and so on, I ask if he remembers his own number.

I'm not being condescending here, I swear. I know a few people who are really smart, but don't know their own phone number. (Why should they? They never call themselves.)

He does, and I suggest we try to find the part of the parking lot where his phone might have slipped out and call it.

As we're walking back to a section of the apartment complex parking lot, I notice that this guy smells like alcohol. I guess that he got took (that's a Kelly Montgomery phrase, "got took", and for some reason I dig it) because he was too wasted to effectively fight back. In my head I concocted a scenario where the guy maybe passed out for a few hours, then woke up not too long before I came along to check my mail. I could totally imagine that happening to me.

It's my Writer's imagination, always trying to fill in the gaps and understand. (Not alawys a useful trait, mind you, lol.)

We get to a section of the parking lot, and he doesn't remember it. So we try another section, then I hand him the phone and he calls.

No luck. In fact, I think I hear that mechanical female voice that tells you if you have any voice messages, and then he pulls the phone away to press a button and listens some more.

Then he remembers that his phone might have slipped out in someone's car or in someone's apartment.

He closes the cell, and starts to apologize for wasting my time (but not yet handing the phone back to me), and Suspicious Guy is really getting the sense that this guy wants something he's not asking for. It's like he doesn't want to be alone again.

But Trusting Guy has the obvious answer...

I ask him if he lives far from here, he doesn't, so I tell him I can drive him home.

It's not freezing in Austin, but if you've spent a lot of time outside overnight in a tank-top and your socks, it can get cold. Every now and then throughout our interaction I notice Bloody Guy shivering. I'm wearing a Jolly Rogers T-shirt and one of my floral over-shirts, but not my jacket, so I can't offer him that.

So after he accepts my offer to drive him home, I'm kind of relieved to be able to turn on the heat for him in the car.

On the ride to his apartment, I listen as he sort of carefully rambles. I even add to the conversation where I can, opening up just a hair. I can use a smoke and I offer him one, and he accepts.

It's not a long drive, but I feel ever half-second of it. The guy seems like a nice enough guy, if almost tragically naive on one or two levels.

But... No more naive than I was in my early 20's or late teens. (I am, after all, the guy who -- at 20 or 21 -- left his wife and child in Texas thinking that I could get a job acting in Hollywood in 3 or 4 weeks.)

As we drive he fills in more of the gaps:

He went out with friends and friends of friends. He was pretty wasted. His ride left, but he decided to stay and get a ride with a friend. He seemed to be getting along quite well with a girl. This sort of impromptu party kept moving, stopping to get more liquor from time to time, and before he knew it his friend (the one he had planned to get a ride home from) was gone. Before the night was over, the girl is flirting with this other guy. Then this other guy starts wailing on Bloody Guy. The fight subsides -- or so Bloody Guy thinks -- but then This Other Guy starts back up again. And poor Bloody Guy is too drunk to be able to really react to the sudden introduction of violence into what had previously been a really cool Saturday night.

Just as I'm finishing my cigarette and before he's finished his, we're in front of his apartment.

He's very appreciative and I assure him he owes me nothing, I just suggest he get some sleep.

And then I'm here, blogging about the experience.

One thing that's really cool about being a writer is that I can tell 2 completely different stories from my single experience: The first would be where I'm in Bloody Guy's shoes, and the second is where I'm in my own shoes, only Bloody Guy turns out to be malevolent.

And all I did was let a stranger borrow my phone and then give him a ride home.

Poor guy, he got a (hopefully) valuable Life Lesson out of the night, and that's all.

Now, I'm not saying I'm gonna go capitalize on this guy's pain. But it's an interesting realization for me to discover that despite my extreme lack of financial wealth, I do have riches elsewhere. (Not even counting the value of knowing to be careful about whom I get drunk around, because that was a lesson I earned, lol.)

And another odd/interesting aspect about this encounter: Doing a nice thing for someone who's in a bad situation isn't hard. I mean, if he were looking for money out of me, he'd have been S.O.L.. But ultimately, all he needed was transportation home. And that was no problem for me -- I was off work and just about to begin my weekend; what may have seemed like a big-ish favor to him was really no trouble for me at all.

Blah.

I don't have anything profound for you here, just sharing the experience because it was rather out-of-the-ordinary, and usually all I have to share with you is what dvds I watched in the past few days, lol.

Btw: THE HOST rules!!! My friend Lothar loaned it to me and I watched it last night ("yesterday morning"... before I went to bed) and it WAS SO COOL!!! :D

Also, Lothar loaned me the latest Frank Burly novel, which I hope to start on this weekend. But I've got the first chapter of my own novel to rewrite, and hopefully a second chapter to write. So I don't know how much reading I'll get done this weekend.

Good Week So Far :)

This is going to be another boring one, sorry.

But life is groovy here!

I started thinking about Chapter Two (due Tuesday) last Wednesday. I came up with about 3 pages of notes about the characters and the world. Thursday and Friday are always busy, but I was actually able to write several more pages of notes tonight.

So that's cool.

I still don't have my "hook" for Chapter Two (that thing that excites me and makes me feel confident it will excite my reader), but I still have a couple of days to come up with that. The first chapter was super short, so I want this second one to be meatier, and therefore would prefer to start working on it as soon as Sunday.

But creativity comes in it's own time, so I'll just have to be patient.

Stephen King visualizes The Muse as a stubby, fat, cigar-chomping little bastard who comes and goes as he pleases (which is never when you feel you need him).


So King recommends we settle down to the blank page with technique and skill, and while we're in the midst of just doing the best we can, The Muse pops in and does his thing.

This, I feel, is probably excellent advice.

Only, until now, I really didn't have any idea what King meant about applying "technique"... As far as I'm concerned, I can't apply technique to my writing unless I have something to write.

But now I'm starting to think that "technique" is -- among other things -- whatever devices you use to make story appear. You don't know what happens next? Pick something and make it the best you can, and get going. As you work to write something compelling and interesting (if I understand the theory correctly) The Muse will eventually show up and give you what the story really needs.

I mean, I dunno... We'll see...

That's why I need to have someone willing to kick my ass if I don't turn something in every week: I have no idea what I'm doing, lol!

Okay, I need to do some more work. (Work work, not writing work, sadly.)

I'll try to check in soon, even if I don't have anything cool to report.

PEACE!!!

:D

So Chapter One Is DONE!!! :D

I was going to wrap it up today, but when I reread what I had written, I discovered that there was really nothing I could add to it!

Very cool! :D

Now I need to figure out Chapter Two.

I'm writing this the Stephen King way, meaning that I simply write chapter by chapter, rather than plotting the whole story out first. He feels that the story comes out more organically that way.

We'll see.

With screenwriting you really kind of need to know everything first. There are those that would argue that point, but I find that when I've written pages without a good solid outline, the finished product just isn't as good.

My baby's back from dinner, so I'm gonna chat with her for a bit! :D

PEACE!!!

10k Fists

Have you heard Disturbed latest album?!!

OMG!!!

I am SO obsessed with Ten Thousand Fists!!! I can't get several of the songs out of my head!!!

DUDE!!! Their cover of "Land of Confusion"...!!! PERFECT!!!

In the '80s when I heard the original Genesis version, it stir something DEEP within me that I can't describe. but then when I heard the Disturbed cover... I just almost came all over myself, lol!

It's BRILLIANT!!! :D

Got me some Gnomey-love! :D

I've caught her online a few times before work, and she's texted me, too! :D

OMG she is a PERFECT woman!!! I kid you not! This woman is AMAZING!!! Just a little bit of love can last me for WEEKS! And Gnomey never gives just a little bit of love!!! :D

Bless her!

Also, I just wrote the first part of the first chapter of what may well be my first novel!!! I've written, like, 75 pages of a novel before, in the early '90s, but I never finished it.

What I'm working on my be my first COMPLETED novel EVER! :D

It's a "space opera" type story, and my friend Sharla is helping mae sure I complete it! :)

(Well, as I write this, I don't have her final confirmation. But she seemed pretty enthusiastic when I proposed the idea.)

But I gotta tell ya, it felt REALLY NICE hangin' out in that un-Earthly jungle as I wrote the first part of the first chapter!

I swear, I must be a writer, because I SO ENJOY the feeling after I've written a thing! I mean, I fight against writing when I'm not doing it, but after I've written a bit, I feel like a GOD!!! lol :D It's really weird!

I mean, writing a bog entry is cool... But it's basically "Dear Diary, Kimmy said she maybe likes me too..." lol. But creating a piece of fiction that I think may entertain someone else... There's just something DIFFERENT about that!

Not to take away from the blog! Please don't misunderstand me! With the blog I am just 100% myself, and I appreciate the fact that ANYONE might read my ramblings, lol!

But there's a different FEELING about writing fiction...

I can't describe it.

The blog is my interpretation of events that actually happened. But when I write fiction, it's COMPLETELY of my invention! In the case of my current project, it's 3009 and I've created the entire future history of the planet Earth, as well as the history of 5 colonies of humans that have immigrated to the planet Virgo...

You can see how that might be more ego-stroking than just reporting the uneventful envents of my life, right?

Anyway...

Brian is off to work, and I've already gotten to chat with the Love Of My Life, so it may be time for me to go to sleep.

PEACE!!! :D