It all makes sense now. It's all about Hanoi Rocks.

     It took me days to get around to posting the Marilyn Monroe pictures.  The pictures were not on this laptop, where I am now, but at home.  I usually don't feel like writing on my blog at home.  It's too much of a shift for me.  I don't like to switch gears if I am in a groove with one thing.                                                                             Anyway, I leveled up to 23 with my dwarf Daktharr on lotro.  That took a while to do, with the way I play.
     Did you know you can't even use the word 'way' in a sentence in the 'Clone Wars Adventures' chat box?  It won't let you.  It is a War of Words there.
     Anyhow, Daktharr fought bravely against Barrow-Wights, who are nasty and scary creatures.  Some of the things in Lotro actually scare me.  Even in relatively safe areas, you can still die if several enemies gang up on you.
     Anyway, I'm in the cafe on a Saturday morning, and I am practicing the art of writing, which requires one thing.  You have to write a lot.
     You also have to read a lot if you want to be any good.
     I've never been too good at telling stories.  It's never been my bag.  Stories are for kids.  Even 'The Lord of The Rings' is a glorified fairy tale, intended to be read by 11 year olds.  It took an adult to write it, though.
     Funny, with all of the modernism of the 20th century, Tolkien went backward in time instead of forward.  Robert E. Howard did, too.  Many writers could barely give a fuck about what was going on in the present time.  They wanted sword and sorcery and scantily clad babes.

     Well, how you deal or perceive of women is a highly intellectual activity.

     Anyway, I'll let you figure it out.

     Well, time for a cigarette.

* * *

     I think when I am out there.  I thought about this kid by the name of 'vergen' on 'Clone Wars Adventures'.  He was a real pain in the ass.  He started it with 'were did you get dat droid'.  It Was All Downhill From There.
     I had to put him on my ignore list.

     I also thought about typing on my manual typewriter for so many years, almost twenty.  It doesn't do me much good now.  I still type on it for notes, or to remind me of what I am supposed to do, but I no longer write long diatribes and rants on it.  There is no point to doing that.  No one will ever read it.  The chances of someone discovering my writing are nil doing that.  At least with the laptop set-up, people can read this if they ever discover me.
     I think this will just end up being an unloved non-attention getting blog, but I will continue to write on it, because I love to write.
     Maybe some would just call it typing the first thing that comes to my mind, it matters not to me.

     I thought about writing songs and lyrics last night.  I'm not especially inclined to.

     Nice that I can just put the external keyboard on my lap.  It's much nicer to type here than at home.

     I guess it would be nice to be a writer like Stephen King, and have your stories read by people, and made into movies, and to make money with the thing you love doing.

     I was just kidding when I said stories were just for kids.  They are for people of all ages.

     I just want one story, though, that everything goes on, and instead of brushing over the sex stuff, it goes into detailed description.  That's what I want as a reader.  People are such prudes.
     Personally, I like dirty books and smut.
     I actually don't look at much of them.  I have porn on the internet, and that seems to solve all of my problems.

     It's another good day.

     I am glad I have this blog where I can write whatever I want, instead of stopping on my other blogs in mid-sentence whenever I want to write the word 'fuck'.
     I guess with repetition, 'fuck' can be a boring word for readers, but it sure is a fun and satisfying word to say.

     I guess if I ever wrote a novel, that I would clean up my act.  I would much prefer to write like this, where I can just say whatever I want, though.

     Anyway, I got some piping hot coffee, a good place to sit, girls walking by outside the window, and a full day ahead.
     I still got to figure out what I am going to do for a living.  This is a mystery to me.  I don't even know what I want to do to make money.
     The plan was to be a working artist.  I don't want to stand outside doing those art fairs anymore.  It gets cold, and it is a real pain in the ass to lug all that stuff there and back just to make a couple of bucks.  It really doesn't do much for my career anyhow, and I don't feel like interacting with the public much, being so vulnerable like that, and exposed.  It is pretty much the same as being naked, or worse standing out there with all of your art.  Because not only do people see you, but they see the inside of you.  That is a scary prospect.

     So, I started getting more serious about 'Lord of The Rings Online'.  It's basically just like EverQuest.  You go out, you kill, and you get xp. 
     I haven't been especially impressed with the kin chat recently.  There doesn't seem to be much going on. 
     'Clone Wars' on the other hand, has more socializing than I could ever want.  Too bad so much of the chat is filtered, and that people don't know how to write.
     I seem to be able to find ways to say things, but it does test all of my language skills.  Sometimes I have to guess what other people are saying.
     Sometimes, if one single word gets blocked, that the other person can not make an educated guess as to what that word is.  Some of those clone war kids aren't too good at inferring.

     It's just like being a school teacher sometimes, except with the game, I can just log off.
     I'm sure many of my teachers just wanted to log off at times, especially with the bad behaviors of myself and other students.
     Kids don't know what they are doing, and I sure didn't.
     I had problems sometimes.
     All kids do.  It is part of the learning process.

     Now I am 43, sitting in the cafe, writing a bunch of crap, but I am having the time of my life, so who cares?  Nobody except me, and that is fine.

     It's all pretty much hopeless now in terms of my career.  Yet, I have a growing number of fans on youtube.
     My facebook audience is non-existent.  No one gives a shit about what I do there.  I think I have burned everybody out.

     Too bad they have the music on loud in here.  I can never make a phone call in this cafe.  It is just too loud.  The other problem is the slow internet, and it makes the phone call choppy.

     Well, it is fun to write on this blog, because it is all purely just for fun and for my amusement.  I certainly will never get paid for it.  People will never read it, and they certainly won't comment on it.

     I am lucky that automated bots look at this blog.

     So, some cop got shot in the line of duty the other day while chasing a bad guy.  Sucks to go to work, and you end up dead.
     'Sorry, kids...Daddy is in the bye-bye box'.

     Without this blog, I wouldn't have a way to express myself, and I am thankful for that.  Too bad blogger and adsense can't overlook my excesses.  It's not as if I'm posting pictures of my cock and balls on here.

     I was a funny little kid, I guess.
     Same way I am now.
     I was a Star Wars kid. 
     I became one right after the first movie.
     I stopped being a Star Wars kid half-way through 'Return of The Jedi' and did not recover for years.
     Even after 'Empire Strikes Back' I was starting to outgrow the toys.  We didn't have video cameras back then.
     If I was a kid now, with a video camera and youtube, I would fucking go to town.  That would be fun with my dad being a filmmaker that I could just make videos when he was away, and then when he got home, he could watch them.
     Too bad.
     Sucks, but that is just the way it is, and how it all turned out.

     We had a sucky life sometimes, and I didn't always help.  I was a little out of it at times.  I'm lucky I survived that whole mess.
     You know what?  Bountiful was a real bloody boring town.  There was nothing the fuck to do.  Living up the goddamn hill, it was fucking impossible to do anything when we didn't have a car.
     I have some regrets of some of my behaviors.
     I was a little crazy, and sad.  It was a sad life.
     It's all better now.  Funny what internet can do and video games to repair the soul of a damaged person.
     I was broken boy.
     Goddamn, there was nothing to eat in the goddamn house.  The fuck, what were my parents thinking?  Now that I am older, they weren't thinking about that shit at all.
     Too bad I wet the bed.  I remember crawling into my parents bed, and then I would fucking wet the bed, so I got banned.
     My father wasn't too happy when I would drip piss on the toilet seat.  He sure wasn't happy one day when he came home.  He made me clean it.
     My father didn't always have the best sense of humor about things.  I think he was wound a little tight.  Oh well, nothing I can do about that now.  He's dead.  He died at age 55 when I was 17.  It's a shame.  I wish I had visited him in the hospital, but we couldn't get out there to the V.A. hospital.  We just kind of let him die.  I wasn't even there.  I kind of didn't want to watch that.

     Women in their tight stretchy pants...I just saw one..she had grey yoga pants on, and you could see her underwear.
     I just love it.
     I can't get enough.
     I love to look at women's butts.
     Some of them are so dang cute.
     They fuel the imagination.
     They make me think of things, bad things, and it all turns out to be incredibly normal.

     I just read about 'Hanoi Rocks'.  I never really knew anything about them, and I never really listened to any of their songs.  It sounds good to me now.
     I had no idea how big of an influence they were in terms of that L.A. glam look.  It was them, and they were from Finland.
     I get it now.
     Everybody wanted to be Hanoi Rocks.
    
     It all makes sense now.

The Assets of Marilyn Monroe

     Well, I've been meaning to post this blog entry for days, it took me a while to get around to it.

          Marilyn Monroe has some ass, eh?

          It's like a work of art.

     Her ass is an exquisite sculpture.

      It would be nice to go back in time just to tap her.  She sometimes slept with working class men, or whoever happened to be around for a weekend.

          Kind of leaves me speechless.  Too bad she has a swimsuit on in this pose.  Of course, the photo can always be altered, though.  Somebody needs to do that.

     She has some rump on her.  It is stunning, and beautiful to look upon.

    
     Marilyn knew how to work it, that's for sure.  She knew what she was doing.

          This image wouldn't be hard to photo-retouch at all.  She's already mostly naked, so all that needs to be done is to get rid of that swim suit.

        She made it look like she was a fun girl.  Of course, she had a lot of problems, too, in her personal life, but she sure didn't show it in public.

          She's just an amazingly attractive human being.

     She had many talents, and she could sing.

              She still gives joy to people even though she is dead.
              Thanks, Marilyn.

    One thing about her, she had class, there is no doubt.

The Pigman

     Hi, I'm at the cafe.  It is a beautiful day.  I wasn't about to let The Pigman ruin my day again.  He's done that enough in my life.
     I don't know what to do with him.
     He claims he has ADD, but I attribute a lot of it to how my mother raised him.  Then it all becomes about choices after a certain point.
     He is an adult, so he is responsible for his own choices.

     I love Magic The Gathering.  I just typed in 'MTG Pig' into the google bar, and I got this.  Haha.  It's exactly appropriate.
     The Pigman used to be obsessed with The Zodiac Killer.

     Basically at this point, The Pigman wants everybody to take care of him and to love him, yet he doesn't seem to want to do the work.

     I can't help him.  He seems like a child about certain things, and he can never get enough attention.

     Well, like I said, I'm not going to let him ruin my day. 

Notes from the cafe

     See?  I love this blog.  I just spent an hour working on a blog entry, refraining from saying, 'piss, shit, fuck, and cunt', and then after a while I go nuts being edited in that way.  I just like to write how I talk.  I hate to have to edit myself.  I guess those words get boring if you overuse them, but they sure are fun to say.
     The reason not to say them is that somebody will be offended.  'Fuck it', let 'em get offended, Jesus, I don't care.  I think it is good to find out what offends you, because then later, you don't get offended again.

     Anyway, there's always been a sketchy quality to my work.  Maybe I ought to work on that.
     I'm not a professional, and I barely care to be.  I just could give a shit.  Writing some piece of shit article for some piece of crap commercial magazine just doesn't appeal to me.

     I am missing the girl who was sitting to the left of me.  She seemed like a nice girl.  I wouldn't mind fucking her, and seeing what she is made of. 
     I am sorry, but that is how guys think.  If you don't like it, don't read this blog is all I can say.  You have plenty of options in terms of what you view on the web.

     Now there is a guy both on my left and to my right.  Not as visually interesting to me at all.

     I guess the appeal to being gay for some people is the feeling that fucking a guy is somehow wrong.  I can see that.  Not my cup of tea.  I'm just not attracted to men.  I would rather be a man.

     There is a certain joy with being with a woman.  It can be very nice.  I like it every once in a while when I can get it.

     The guy to the left is talking on his phone while his friend is there, and I have to listen to the drone of his phone call.  It sucks.
     I liked it way more when the cute and nice girl was intently writing in her notebook and just looking 'o so cute'.

     Funny to see an x-rated blog, and they had lots of pictures of guys who looked like 'Bro Guys' getting fucked with their backwards baseball caps on.  That was really funny to see.
     There are a lot of tough guys in this city, and it is really funny to think that when they go home, they get fucked by some other tough slob of a guy wearing a baseball cap.

     Some men really just prefer the other company of men.
     For me, I'd rather be alone all day long.  I do like the company of women in short bursts.
     The only guy friends I really have are the guys I play Magic The Gathering with, some people I know at the bar, and some acquaintances here at the cafe.

     These two guys to the left of me have their paper bags, and their chatty voices, and I can't stand listening to them.  I gotta step outside.

     So I got the two guys sitting next to me who seem to enjoy each other's company way too much, and not I got some guy with glasses texting...but he is dressed like a Moslem woman.  Okay, that is a little too much for me.
     Good, the two guys on the left are leaving, thank god.  They sure did need a lot of attention.  It's a pain in the ass when I am trying to write.

     Always interesting in the cafe.

     Never a dull moment.   I hope the guy to the right leaves soon, too.  It's annoying to see someone on their portable electronic device, holding on to it so preciously as if it was a dick or something.

     Anyway, this is the freedom of speech I yearn for, the ability to write about anything I want.

     I did see some young girls outside, with a poster in hand, probably looking for a place to post it.  They hadn't blossomed yet.  Only one of them had the beginnings of a mature woman's ass.
     Speaking of which, I did find a picture with Marilyn Monroe with her ass exposed, posed in a very attractive way, as if it was a still life, or work of art to be admired.  Indeed it was.  That woman had some caboose on her.  One of the best asses ever.  Something about her.  Part of it is the lipstick she uses, but it is also the fact that she learned how to talk deep and sexy and slow, and men love that.  They hate the tinny, excited girl talk, but they love the voice of a sexually mature deep-throated woman.  It's nice for us guys, and brings happiness.  Also, we love to see other women get jealous about the women we are more attracted to than others.

     Anyway, let's see, what else?  My coffee is good.

     Oh yeah, for the first time, I learned that some steel mill workers stole Charlie Chaplin's body from his grave for a while, and had hoped to extract money from the family.  Their plan failed, and they were caught, and the body was buried under concrete so it would never happen again.
     That is an awful thing for the family, to bury your family member, and then have some bastards dig up your loved one's grave for ransom.  Jesus.

     I saw in a Marx Brothers clip last night that some guy walked into a room, and upon seeing a woman's ass in a dress, he said, "That's what I like, you've got class".
     That is basically the only way you could say in a movie back then that the woman has a great ass. 
     She has class. 
     Haha.
     At least it rhymes with 'ass', so it is apparent what they are talking about.
     'She's got class', and 'she's got ass' is almost interchangeable.
     It could be further worked into 'that girl's got a class ass'.
     'That girl is a class act' is another way to say it.
     Ultimately, it all means the same thing. 
     'She has a classy, voluptuous, curvy, womanly ass that is ripe for the plucking'.
     'Plucking' and 'fucking' are pretty interchangeable, too.

     It sure is easier to generate words on this keyboard than it is with writing with a pencil or typing on a regular typewriter.

     I grew up to the sound of my father typing for hours whenever I was at my grandmother's house.  He had a certain rhythm to it.
     My mother played the piano.
     So both parents had their keyboard to make them happy.

     I guess I should work on a blog that I can monetize, but I do like the freedom of this one to say the word 'fuck' whenever I want.
     Adsense is a little uptight, you know.

     I guess with the blogs, that Blogger can mathematically analyze your writing to see how smart you are, and what the extent of your vocabulary is, counting how many different words you use in your language.  It's all very important.
     I don't care, let them do what they want.
     I am sure they can take this blog, which has 276 entries, and compute how many unique words I produce, and they can calculate how many times I say each word.
     They might eventually get surprised with how many words I know, who knows?  I certainly don't.
     It could turn out that I am completely average.
     I guess we shall see over time.
     It is never good enough for people, you know.

I need to make a website or something

     I'm at the cafe right now, and I really need to make a website that is x-rated, where I can do whatever I want, and still somehow make money, and to have complete control over what I post, and be able to get away with it all.
     I'm an artist, and it sucks to have a website where I can't even put a picture of a naked woman's butt if I want to interspersed with all my other crap.
     The thing with all these pervs posting a lot of naked pictures up is they don't really write about the pictures.  So you get some blogs with just words, some with pictures, and it is difficult to find a blog with a good combination of the two.
     If you are a person who puts pictures of his naked girlfriend on the web, and you don't also give a detailed explanation as to why, well to me, you are a lazy sod.  I want text, video, and pictures.  I'm going to have to do this myself to show how it is done.
     A good blog should be like a magazine, basically.
     It's actually incredible that we live in a day and age where we can make an electronic video magazine with text, photos, and moving video with sound that people can read and enjoy.  It is amazing.
     So, I need to do more stuff like this.
     A magazine that I would like to do is called 'ArtPorn'.  That would be pretty fun and funny.  I could post all kinds of stuff, draw some cartoons, write articles of all kinds, and just kind of goof around.  Sounds like a blast to me.
     I need money to get all this stuff off the ground.
     There is always trouble when it comes to my content.  Sometimes I draw characters based off of Disney and Warner Brothers cartoons, and at other times I will draw two women eating each other out.  It's all normal to me.
     I know you might not believe me, but in an art sense, there is a relationship between cartoons and pornography.  Eyes in those Tex Avery cartoons look like breasts sometimes, and noses drawn in cartoons are usually indicative of the male characters dick.  For example, Fred Flintstone is fat, and he has a stubby little penis that he can barely reach, but Barney must have one hell of a schlong.

     So, I was looking at wordpress as a possibility to blog on, and, well, they don't really like mature content.  Did I see people posting naked pictures there?  I think I may have, I am not sure.  I always check that to see what other people are doing.
     I guess I am a double weapon, because I have both the writing and the visuals going for me.  I don't know if people know what to do with me.  I don't know what to do with myself to be honest.

     Wow, I am really jamming on this keyboard.  I used to jam out on my manual typewriter for years on end, and the papers would just end up in a stack somewhere.


     I can't read over this blog right now.  I am confused.  Too much going on.  I lost my train of thought, happens.  But I went on a tangent, and I can't find my way back.  I don't know where I was.
     It's fun to go on tangents, though, as long as you can find your way back to the main road eventually.

     Since this blog isn't monetized, it really does allow me to say whatever I want.  I wonder if this blog will ever be canceled on the basis of my thoughts?
     I'm interested in thought crimes, where you just think something, and that is considered a crime without even actually doing anything.  I've read 1984 more than a couple of times, so I am always aware of The Eye That Is Everywhere.  It's getting to be more and more like that, just so you know.  They are watching us, well, maybe.  Well, they don't watch us unless they have a reason.
     Prisons are a business, you know.  It's nothing to them.  People are just customers as far as the prison system is concerned.

If Howard Stern's radio show was transcribed into a blog, would adsense approve it?

     Hi.  I'm at the cafe.  I'm really on a roll with bringing my laptop to the cafe, and blogging here.  Writing on the blog goes a lot faster than writing with a pencil.  With typing, I get to use both hands.  With writing or drawing, I only get to use one.
     I like the tactile feeling of writing with a pencil, though.  It feels good.  I used to hate writing with pencil on that school newsprint paper.  Gives me the shivers just thinking about it.
     I saw a newspaper picture of a jockey on a racehorse for some big race event.  So that was the first image of the day that took me out of my regular thinking.  Good to get out of the house sometimes.
     Degas did some racehorse pictures.  He liked that kind of subject matter, along with his dancers.  He ended up doing okay as an artist.  Research has indicated that he may have been some kind of an asshole, though.  He was a good artist, though.  I still like his work.
     Toulouse-Lautrec's name was brought up in life drawing class once, and the students didn't know who he was.  The kids are into their graffiti art stuff.  It's what they know.
     I had just woken up for the second time today, and I was on Clone Wars, and some kid wanted to make a video.  He said, 'dude' and 'come on'.  These are the peer pressure words of youth.  When he typed them in, I could almost hear his voice.  So I returned the words back to him.  I wrote 'dude', and then I wrote 'come on'.  I wasn't going to take his shit, so I shoved it right back into his ass.  Then he wrote the word 'silence'.  Good, I was glad to hear him shut up.

     One of my favorite recent subjects to write about is adsense.  Now, they don't really object to my material, but they do object if I want ads on my blog.  Well, I don't want ads on this blog.  I find that adhering to their standards just to have crappy ads on this blog is not worth it at all.  They make it seem like I am losing a lot by not having their shitty ads here.  In the case of this blog, I'd rather have my freedom to say what I want and post what I want.  Yes, I am doing this for free.  Some of these yuppie people can't compute that, I don't know what goes on in their minds.  It's not as if I've ever gotten paid by adsense anyhow.

     Do you know how many blog entries I'm going to have to write to generate any kind of income on my blogs?  A lot.  We're talking as something to shoot for, one-thousand entries on each blog.  I have eleven blogs so far.  I also need to come up with new blogs, and put tons of entries on whatever I come up with.  The fact of the matter is, at this point, I have no idea which one will be successful.  All I know is that I have to keep cranking out material.  I don't know if anything I do will be any good,.  I know that things improve with time.  I was watching some of my old youtube videos.  They make me cringe in parts.  But I've gotten better at video making in the last year, and I make slightly better choices with what I do.  The idea is to not be a pain in the ass to the viewer.  No need to torture people you don't know just because you don't know how to hold a camera or you don't know how to edit.

     Most of my videos I do for fun.  It wouldn't be worth it if it wasn't fun.  I had a good time making my new 'Hitler prepares for Magic The Gathering World Tournament'.  I hope this video gets tons of hits.  That would be great.  I don't own the copyright to it, but a big hit video would do a lot for my channel.  I have 204,000 hits, and that ain't good enough by youtube standards.  I want to get my numbers up.  I really do, because numbers don't lie.  They tell the truth.

     If I put this entry on my other blogs, I don't think adsense would like it.  So, mostly everything I do, adsense does not like.  My mind they do not like.  I put a lot of material on my blogs, just think of what I don't put on there.  For example, I just saw a nice looking woman take off her jacket.  She has some nice, firm melons on her chest, lol.  Mmmm, I'd like to get a couple of handfuls this fine Saturday morning.

     Anyhow, that would be so cool to be a blog king.  I wonder who the biggest blogger in the world is?  I have no idea.  I also wonder what the top bloggers in the world make.  Enough to live on?  Man, if I could make $1000 a month blogging, that would be awesome.  I would do it all day long.  Seriously.  I like to blog, and I like to get paid.  I have no readers, though, and I don't know if my material is any good.  I haven't had much of a critical response to hardly anything I've done.

      Well, I got a good cup of coffee, and it is time to have a cigarette.


      It is pretty hard to make a living in this world.  I'm going to have to start shaking my money maker to do something in this world.  I don't know what I'm going to do.  There hasn't exactly been a demand for my art lately.  I don't even know where to work.  I guess the only thing to do is to get started.
     I figured I would just make videos, because then at least people would see them.  I am famous on Clone Wars Adventures, relatively.  People know me as a person who makes a shitload of videos.  They want to be in them.  I get nothing out of it.  They don't give me credits or furniture items, so I don't know why I would do their shit, when I would rather do my own shit.  If I am going to get paid nothing for my work, I might as well do what I want.

     I like this big table at the cafe.  It is really nice.

     There was a new Tradio segment that just came out on Howard.  It is awesome.  I love the Richard and Sal Tradio stuff.  It is so awkward and funny.

     I saw a girl jog by in grey yoga pants.  She was across the street zipping by.  The side of her whole right leg was visible to me.  The pants hug so tight, it's almost as if she is naked.  I like to see women in motion, and to watch how their muscles work.  It's beautiful.  I like to imagine what they would look like naked running down the street.  I would like that a lot better.  It would be more appealing to me.  I would have no problem with that.  I like naked people.  It's funny, and it is very honest.  It's just a body, I wish people would get over it.  Maybe some day, women will wake up in San Francisco, and go jogging in the nude.  That would be a good reason to wake up in the morning for me.  Clothed people don't do me much good as an artist.

     So, it looks like I need to become a famous artist if I am to survive in this world.  I don't know any other way to do it, except to show people how awesome I am.  It would be cool to sell my paintings, and just make a living being an artist.

     There is a photography show up in the front room here at Muddy Waters.  The photographer is here.  I'm not crazy about his work.  It is just kind of standard.  The frames are crappy.  They aren't matted well.  There is damage on a couple of them.  It is amateur stuff.  It's a good idea not to put glass in the frames in a place like this, though.  The pieces could fall onto people, and no one wants that to happen, not even me.
     I was thinking of video taping the art show here, and making a tube video, but I don't even know if it is worth it.  There is almost no point in critiquing the work of someone who is clearly an amateur.  He has a photo of my friend Marco The Finn.  I photographed that.  I do like his angel girl, though.  I ought to photograph that one.  It would make a good magic card.

     I need to use the bathroom.  I know, more information than you need to know, but it is human.  Howard talks about bathroom stuff, I don't know why I can't.  It's funny.
     If The Howard Stern Show was transcribed into a blog, I wonder if adsense would approve.

     Based on their policies, advertisers would not approve of some of the subject matter.  Also, photos would have to be edited.
     However, like with anything in this world, if it was popular enough to get millions of hits, advertisers would jump at the chance to advertise on it.

     Ads are barnacles on a ship.  They attach themselves, and eventually help to dissolve the ship.

     I was looking at a couple of my videos that have ads on them.  The ads completely ruin the videos, and leave a bad taste in your mouth even after you click the ad off.  It gives the wrong visual impression, and makes the viewer confused before they can even watch the video.  So, sometimes I don't even know if it is worth it.

     I would imagine that some of the clicks are complete accidents.  The ads are placed in a way where it would be easy to misclick.  So, a lot of money made with adsense is probably due to accidental clicks.  You gotta be goddamn careful clicking those ads off, damn.

     Other people can swear, why can't I?  People have made millions swearing on their rap albums, but I can't say 'fuck' on a monetized blog.  Jesus H. Christ.
     It's obvious to me that there are a lot of people like the swearing and consider it funny.

     My parents used to think swearing was so wrong, but they are both dead now, so I don't know what the point of it all was.
     The theory is that their soul lives on somewhere, that their consciousness is still alive in some kind of spirit or soul form, but that is a bunch of horse shit.  It's all just a big fairy tale.  It would be nice if it was true, but you know what, folks?  It ain't.

     There is no God, and there never was.  It's all fucking made-up.  Too bad.  It would be nice if a Father in Heaven loved us, and was waiting for us to return, but it ain't going to happen.

     As an adult now, I can barely tolerate kids for more than five minutes.  They are a pain.  So for God to sit there and listen to everybody's petty problems, I hardly doubt that he would be into it.

     The premise of all these churches around the world is that there actually is a god of some kind.  Based on evidence, it is hardly possible that there is a supernatural being somewhere that created everything.  It's a pile of horse shit.

     It's all based on lies, and to channel where the river of money flows.

     If you go to church to experience the human spirit, well, that's another story.  If you really like people, church is a good thing, I guess.

     I have no problem with people going to church if they want to go.  But they ought to be free to leave when they want without pressure.

     I guess my time could have been spent better rather than going to church, I should have been doing something useful that would help me develop a career or something.  Instead, I got a lot of ridiculous stuff put into my head, and now look at me.  I'm still trying to undo all that.

Cafe Stuff including Superman, Batman, and superhero pontifications

     Well, I have to keep going on this blog until I have a thousand entries at least.  That seems to be the number to shoot for either with youtube videos or blogs.  It takes that many in order to have your material come up in searches.  I have tested this.  So, if you start a youtube channel, or a blog, just plan on doing at least a thousand videos or blogs.
     Of course, some people get lucky on youtube with only making ten videos.  I've seen many channels where they only have ten videos, and one of them becomes a supersmash.  If it is monetized, sometimes they can make some cash.
     I have mixed feelings about adsense.  I'm starting to like and accept it now.  I understand that they want the content clean.  I get that.  They don't want anything to be about sex, because somebody might be offended.  I don't know if that is true.  We are all human, and we are sexual beings for the most part, unless you are some kind of stick in the mud.
     Anyway, I heard a commercial on the radio from a television show called 'The Big Bang Theory' where it was talking about a woman putting a full hot dog in her mouth, and then some guy says something about how talented she was.  I was offended by the commercial because they can get away with it, but I can't.  Advertisers use sex all the time.  They use sex in their ads to sell products basically.  So if they can do it, why can't I?  Well, the reason is that they want to take that kind of power away from individuals, so that only corporate-approved sexiness can be in place, with top models selling toothpaste and mouthwash and stuff like that.  They don't want Joe Blow to express himself, that's for sure.  But Shakira can shake her ass until Kingdom Come, and no one will bat an eyelash.  Now there's a girl who is talented.  I can watch her shake that thing all day.  She is a master of the booty shake.  Guys love that stuff, because it makes for one hell of an easy orgasm time after time.  Ooops, should I be talking about that? 
     Geez, I feel like I am being watched.

     I am sure people at adsense have mixed feelings when they review my content.  I'm all over the place. 
     My answer to that is it is a big world, and people have lots of different interests, and they want all kinds of content.  They like variety.  As a viewer on youtube, I watch all kinds of things.  I start with one video, and watch one after the another until I've had enough.

     So, I don't know if I can put any sexual content on this blog, even though it is set to 18 and over.  There are no ads on this blog, so I don't know why it matters what I put up.  I don't want to have this blog canceled, because I have put so much work into it.  I also stand by what I've put up as a human being and as an artist.  There's a lot of people out there who like good smut once in a while.  It's pretty harmless.  I don't think I'm really providing jack-off material for anyone.  That's what porn sites are for.  I don't consider this a porn-site.  Big deal, so I posted some dirty home-made comic book panels, and some pictures of naked ladies.  People in adsense ought to look  at the work of Robert Crumb.  He does lots of dirty and perverted stuff, and he's a big artist now.  People need to lighten up, and stop acting as conservative as my mother.  Goddamn, was she conservative.  Mick Jaggar to her represented the worst of humanity.  Sheez.  He entertained millions all over the world, but she just didn't like him,.

     Anyway, time for a cigarette break...I can't wait to see what happens.  Will somebody ask me for a cigarette or for change?  We shall see....wish me luck....

     It's raining out there.  The old tall guy said hello and sat on the step with his coca-cola.  He's kind of a pain in the ass, and is banned from the cafe more or less.
     Anyway, all I thought about out there was Superman.  He had the power to fly into Germany, pick up Hitler, and fly him back to the United States.  So why didn't he?  Superman also could have stopped The Korean War, The Vietnam War, and the Iraq War.  Yet, Superman does nothing.  What kind of Superhero is he if he can't stop a war?  He is supposed to be an American fighting on our side, so what kind of hero is he?  Geez.

     Batman is pretty useless when you think about it.  In all these years, criminals have never thought to pull on his cape.  If there are ten guys fighting him, not one of them grabs his cape and pulls him down, and then wraps himself up in it.  Then they can punch the shit out of him, or shoot him in the head.  Criminals can be dumb at times, but not always.

     Superheroes are a little gay.  They don't seem to be too sexually motivated about anything.  It's always about fighting and violence.  How they make a living, I'll never know.  If Daredevil is out all night fighting crime, how in hell is he going to be awake enough to appear in court the next day, and to have everything prepared?  There is no way he could be both a good superhero and a good lawyer.  There just aren't enough hours in the day.

     It's convenient and makes sense to me to put all superheros into an Earth alternate universe, where superpowers can be possible.  It sure doesn't work in this universe.  The physics are impossible.  How does Superman fly?  He 'wills' himself through the air?  He changes his molecular structure so he becomes without weight?  How does he project himself?  It's all a dream connected with the fantasy of flying, which is, in itself, sexually connected, to be able to fly.  Easy to dream that you are flying when you are asleep and unconscious laying in bed.  Your mind makes it possible to fly over China, or anywhere you want to go.  Landing isn't always easy in a dream.  Some nights, you can fly easily, other nights, you can't get off the ground.  I've had dreams like that.

     Superheros have become an accepted part of our culture now, and no longer on the fringe.  Once you make a movie of something, it's accepted.  Money talks, bullshit walks.

     Anyhow, my coffee is good.

     Oh yeah, there is an update happening on Clone Wars Adventures right now.  There will be a new Umbara lot, I was told yesterday.  That is cool.  I'd still like to just have the Clone Wars version of a Tattooine lot, though.  That would be cool.  Anyway, I hope they have a new furniture set.  I can't get enough of new furniture.  Every set they come out with increases exponentially what I can do on my lots.  I love variety in building so I can individualize my lots and make them unique to me.

     I am so stoked and excited about online games.  They are great.  Yet, I still get bored by them despite the razzle and dazzle.  They get repetitive.  Same old thing over and over again.  It is really difficult and time consuming to program the varieties of ways people can die.  In Lotro, it seems there are three main ways an enemy can die.  I need more variety.  How many times can I see somebody I just killed fall to their knees and do the Boromir death thing, and fall flat on their face.  Sheez.  It was over-played in the movie as it was, and now I have to be reminded of it every time I play Lotro.
     I'm going to have to play Champions Online again.  I like that game.  I like to go in there, fly around, do some grinding for a while, and get out.  That is mostly how I play online games, just get some xp, and get out of there.  I have a tendency not to get too involved in quests or in grouping with other people, because basically that means I have to be chained to the computer desk.  Sometimes I have been in a group, and I just have to sit there for an hour or two.  It had better be fun and worth the xp to make it worth while to me.
     Hell, I still have stuff on EverQuest to do.  I still like that game,  So much to do.  So much I haven't seen yet.  I still have expansions to buy for that game.  I'd like to get them all, but I need to clear out more memory on the computer before I can do that.   It's been a long-time problem for that.  My plan is to use all the photos in videos, and then I can delete them, and then I will have more room.  It's working so far, it just takes time.  Sometimes I look at the photos, and I don't know what to do with them.  At other times, I look at the photos with fresh eyes, and I know instantly what to do.

     What I'm trying to do is make videos now that I own the copyright to.  It is in my interest to do this.

     I'm wondering if that National Lampoon video I saw with their Star Wars parody if they can monetize that video.  With somebody like that, maybe they actually got permission from Lucas.  Who knows?  I'd be curious to know how they do it.  I'm still trying to figure out what I can and can not do, or at least, what I can get away with.

     I guess that is it for now.

So, what can I and can't do on this blog?

     It is set to 18 and over.
     I have no idea what I can and can not do.

Well, adsense sent me some letter about my content on this blog

     Well, I set this particular blog to 18 and over for a reason.  It's because I'm an artist for one thing, I'm 43 for another, and I'm also a male heterosexual.

     I don't care if I have ads or not on this particular blog.  This is the one place where I can be myself. 

     The other blogs I made I keep relatively clean.

     When I created this blog, I saw that there was a setting for 18 and over, so I said, "yahoo, I can be free here!"  So I went to town, and I'm still going strong.

     Adsense and google have the right to cancel my adsense account at any time.  It's their house. 

     If they do cancel my account, that means they can keep the $4 I made.  I won't be needing it.

     If this blog is set to 18 and over, I understand why they wouldn't want to put ads on this one, but as far as what I put on here, that's just me exercising my free speech.

     Since it is set to 18 and over, that should deter anybody underage from entering this site.  It's not my fault if they read this blog when they know they aren't supposed to be here.

     Anyway, now I am confused about what I can and can not do on this blog.  It's like they are saying that sex is wrong and the human body is bad. 
     Well, that's pretty archaic of them.
     Sheez.

     It's not as if they really talked to me about my content, as much as they said they can't advertise on this blog.  That seems to be what is important to them.
     Well, this particular blog has already been canceled for advertising, and then they kept putting ads on it anyhow, so I don't know what their problem is.

    

Couldn't Connect to The Internet at The Cafe

     That sucked.  Their internet has never been particularly good.  It's always been a long wait in order to watch a video.
     For the last two days, the signal strength has been so low, that I haven't been able to connect at all.  That sucks to lug the laptop up the street and then not have it work.
     Anyway, I wrote, drew a picture of Princess Leia in a bikini, and then talked to friends, so it was a good morning.
     I like to blog at the cafe because I feel free to write there, and I like being a different environment.  No dice today.
     Kind of a little cold today, but still stunningly beautiful out there nonetheless.

     Election, Occupy SF, and other things going on.  I see it all as 'how and where the money flows'.

     Anyway, I have my work cut out for me, so laters.

     I guess my final note is to mention that it will say, "Can't connect to the internet.  Contact the person who manages your network."  The cafe person didn't know how to make it work, and in the past I've gotten that message when I had troubles.  So sometimes I am the person to contact because I am managing my network, and I still don't know how to make it fucking work.

This is my home base blog

     All things in my blog world stem from this blog.  They are become inter-connected together.  This one is the real me, though, and how I really talk and think.  The other ones all have to edited to meet Blogger's adsense standards, which make some sense to me.  Those standards basically edit out many great works of art, and certain literary explorations would be considered unacceptable.  Instead of fighting that, I just do all that stuff here, and then adhere to their standards on my other blogs, so I can hope to generate some income.

     Across the board, adsense kind of sucks based on what I've heard people say.  They must be making a killing, though. 
     I just want a piece of pie.

15 year old vomits to '2 Girls 1 Cup'....lol.

     Hello, it's been a good day.  It was really, really beautiful outside here in San Francisco.  I really noticed how nice it was.  It was a day that stood out.

     I've just been playing Clone Wars Adventures for the last four or five hours, while having Stern videos play in the background to keep me entertained and laughing.  Good stuff.  It is tedious to make money in the video game, so to have something to listen to helps.

     The internet didn't work for me at the cafe today even though it worked at the exact same table yesterday.  The internet was so slow today in the cafe I could not connect.  I even asked the nice counter lady, and she said it was on.  Other people could connect, but not me.  Maybe it will work there tomorrow.  I had plans to write a lot of blogs there today.  Instead, I settled for working on an animation piece, and it turned out that I was glad I did that.

     A lot of people talk to me on Clone Wars.  It gets overwhelming at times.  However it was nice that some kid said I was famous on youtube.  That's cool.  I don't get paid for being famous, but maybe someday I will, who knows?  I'd like to get paid, because I could really use an upgrade with my living situation.  Plus, I just need more room in which to make artwork.
 
    The bass player from Weezer tweeted that he was going to die in Chicago, then he actually really did.  They've done some good stuff.  The band will continue without him, because that is what he would have wanted for them to do anyhow.

     I'll be back in a minute.....

     Jesus.  The guy tried to charge me $4 for my pouch tobacco, and the other day the price was $3.50.  So he said, "I want you to be happy when you come here," so he charged me the price I was expecting.  He turned out to be a nice guy.   I just don't like to be hustled.

     Anyway, my goal on this blog is to eventually reach one-thousand entries and then go from there.
     I've found that blog entries can be just as time consuming as creating a video from scratch.  A lot of thought has to go into a blog entry before hand.  My mind works on what I'm going to write way before I write it.  I usually have to have some kind of a plan of what I am going to write about.  I also have to decide what it is that I want to write about.

     That would be so cool to just make a living writing blogs and making videos all day long.  That sounds like something I would want to do.

     You know, one problem with playing CWA and Free Realms is it messes up my English with those damn chat boxes that edits out words.  On the other hand, it puts me in direct contact with young people, and I get to see how they think, and what they write about.  It is invaluable in terms of market research.  I get to see what they think is cool.
     To talk to them is pretty boring at times.  Some of them need a lot of attention, and I just don't have that much energy.  They need emotional bonding.  I know how it is.  They all have to go to school, and their time on Clone Wars is probably a bright spot on their day.

     The funniest thing today was my friend on Clone Wars was told by a friend to watch '2 Girls 1 Cup' on the web.  So he watched it, and he actually vomited when he saw what he thought was them eating their own shit.  lol.  To me, it was gross, but it really did look like it was something made to look like shit.  Funny that he vomited, though.  haha.

     So, this blog is not monetized, so no point to work on it anymore.

     I wonder if this blog will get hits just because of the title.  You never know. 
     It is a completely true story that my friend told me today, though.

This Blog Has Been Viewed All Over The World Now...

     And it can't be monetized, and that sucks.  Oh well, you win some, and you lose some, but I seem to lose a lot.  That sucks.

     Adult Content can not be monetized.  Well, adsense can keep their stinking two bucks.
     I wonder if they care if I insult them?  Probably not.  They don't read this shit.  It's all just advertising for them anyways.

     I'm not worried, though.  I will monetize all of my other piece of shit blogs.  I will make a lot of blogs, and have as many entries as humanly possible.  I'm going for it.  I have nothing to lose and everything to gain by posting as much shit on the web that I can.

     I would love to just sit at the cafe all day and have some revenue coming in so at least I can buy my coffee.  That would be nice.

     What I am doing is working towards obtaining that first special check from Google and Adsense.  Once I do that, then I'm in business.  I've been trying to figure out how to make money on the web for years now.  This seems to be the best way that works for me so far.  With Etsy, I have to produce cheap crap that can be sold, and then I have to deal with shipping and handling.  I can't deal with that.  I would need a stock room for that.  I just don't have the room for all that shit right now.  Maybe someday I will, who knows?  I hope that happens for me some day. I need more room for my shit, and with which to create in.  I need space, and tons of canvasses, and paint.  All that ain't cheap, you know.

     I've been thinking a lot about pop songs.  You know what they are in today's terms?  Monetized Audio Tracks.  lol.  That's all they ever were.  It all makes sense to me now.

     Another thing for this blog.  As it is set to 18 over, it's funny that so many people would look at it.  They are probably expecting a regular porn site, and they see what I'm doing and it is.....haha.  I do have some porn content, but that really isn't what this blog is about.  Not really.  The sky is the limit on this blog, and I can do whatever I want until they tell me I can't.  Maybe someday they will cancel this blog.  Who knows for what reason or why?  All I know is I'm going to have a good time with it, and write about the things that really matter to me in the way that I want, which is the most important thing.  I hate being edited and restricted for what I can or can not do.  Fuck it all.  I'm going to do it my way, haha.

     THE FUCK!  THEY STILL MANAGE TO PUT UP AN ART ACADEMY AD ON THIS BLOG, THE DAFT FUCKHEADS!  JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!  Goddammit to hell.

     You know what?  One of the targets of advertising is the user.  I'm convinced of that.

California Dreaming and other stuff

     Fuck.

     The beauty of this blog is I can say whatever I want, and no one will care.
     The goal of this blog is to do a thousand entries, and then go from there.  I have a long way to go.
     Even though this blog can not be monetized, I can still write the hell out of this blog and post whatever shit I want until kingdom come.
     Ironically, 'California Dreaming' just started playing on the stereo.  It's been a theme for me in the last year.  I started thinking of my dreams, and what I wanted, and how it all relates to the state I live in.
      Somebody stole my jacket that contained the Mamas and Papas cd I was using to make my painting of them from.  I found the same image on the web, but it isn't the same as holding it while I paint.  Thieves are fucking loser bastards, and there are a fucking whole lot of them all up and down California. It's a freaking epidemic.  All those meth and crackheads will steal fucking anything at anytime, whether there are people around or not.  It's whatever they can get away with.  What a life that must be.  Sounds like it would suck being addicted to that degree, and having your face eventually looking like a dried up skeletal prune.  Drugs make you fucking ugly, that's for sure.

     Time for a fucking smoke.  I hate when there are so many people in the cafe that it slows down the internet even more.  It sucks!
     I just saw a girl that looked just like somebody I know.  It would be fun to stand them side by side.  The nickname for this girl was 'Beaver Shot', from a bartender friend of mine.  It's a cruel nickname, but he could get away with it because he did it finesse.

     It's difficult to be able to take a piss in this cafe.  The other day, the buzzer wasn't working.  Today, there is a lot of people so it is hard to get in there.

     I often have to piss after I have a cigarette.

     Anyway, I'm going to leave soon.  Sucks to work with youtube here with a slow internet.  It's damn near impossible to watch a video here with the slow speed of the friggin' internet.

     Okay, peace out.  ( Did I just say that? )

    

$4.30 from adsense

     Always a good place to start with this blog.  I'm at the cafe, and I'm about to embark on a blogging session.  This is the only blog I got where I can swear prolifically, and talk about the shit I want to, in the way I want to.  The other ones I have to curb my speech. 
     I listened to a 2Pac song with 'motherfuckin' this and that, and that is okay, because, well 2Pac did it.  If I posted similar lyrics on my blog, I would risk having that blog sacked.
     Also, when it comes to art, and the nude body depicted in paintings, that is a pretty gray area.  I can post classical nudes, but if I put up Courbet's 'Origin of The World', I might get into trouble.  There's also been a lot of sexual art that has been marginalized.  I saw sex sculptures from ancient Asia that were quite pornographic.  It's screwed in this country because they all want to protect the children, and not to offend housewives sitting at home who would rather watch Oprah.
     Anyway, I am at the cafe, and it is a nice day.
     Voting?  That thing again?  I have the mail-in ballot at home.  I'll think about it.  I don't know who the candidates are, and I don't care.  No matter who I vote for, it won't change a thing for me.  It never has.
     Time to have a fucking cigarette.

     I was out there just standing there.  The street cleaner guy was walking toward me, so I moved.  Then the annoying cellphone girl started walking towards me saying, "Are you coming my way?"
     So I said, "No, I'm already here."
     A lot can happen when you try to mind your own business for five minutes.

     So yeah, I made $4.30 from adsense.  That is amazing.  I was at $3.90 yesterday, and I checked my stats not expecting anything, but my money had increased.  I was stoked.  It takes a long time to get the ball rolling.  I haven't even made a penny for each of the 1500 videos I have made.

     So I have 263 entries on this blog, which is not monetized.  It took me a long time to do all that.  Even that is enough, so when I start writing blog after blog on my monetized blogs, I have to do a lot, so the entries come up in searches.  Then I have to get a bitchload of hits.  We're talking a lot.

     Now I got the cellphone girl near me, along with three other sketchy plaid wearing people discussing pot.  "Did you tell me that you never smoked pot before last night when we were hanging out?"  Then they talked about inhaling, and papers.
     The thing with pot smokers is that they are easily identifiable.  Just wait for long enough, and they will eventually talk about pot.  That is a drawback to smoking pot, you just end up talking about the shit.
     I smoke fucking cigarettes but I don't talk about smoking.  Jesus.  It's the most boring subject in the world.
     Thank god they left.  Their chatter was so annoying.  Now I can hear the music from the speakers again.
     The sound of people talking can really get to me when I am trying to think.

     I read the article on the Red Hot Chili Peppers on Wikipedia.  That was some good reading.  They are a good band.  Flea rules on the bass.  They've had a lot of heartache and problems over the years, but they've also been really successful.  Anthony Keidis has done a lot of heroin.  Jesus, dude, drink some water, and take a nap, and eat some broccoli and an apple.  Geez.

     Well, this is my warm-up session before I work on my monetized blogs.  To think that this content here is unacceptable is ridiculous.  However, I have posted naked ladies on this blog, so I guess that got me into trouble.  I will stand up for this blog, though, because if there is some art, or a naked celebrity picture that I find, I can put it right here on this fucking blog, no problem.  I need to have a place for that.

     By following the rules of what is acceptable basically blocks out a lot of content.  Marquis de Sade, Henry Miller, Charles Bukowski, would just not exist without some open minds somewhere in this world. 
     People get a little uptight at times, and when they have a family, they have a tendency to get real conservative.
     I was an uptight little Mormon prick growing up, so I know what ignorance can do to a person.  In my case, all that shit made me go in the other direction..

     Anyway, talk to you later from the real me.

Clone Wars and Other Horses***

     I might as well start on this blog today.  I just missed taking a picture of a lady on her cell phone with her legs straddled apart.  She looks better from the back than from the front.  She sure is chatting a lot on her cell phone right now.  The sound goes through the whole cafe.  I'd have to be drunk to fuck her.  She would probably have to be out of her mind to fuck me, haha.
     Anyway, it is a beautiful day.  I've been working on my new Kamino lot on Clone Wars, laying in these white tiles with yellow trim.  I'm building a Bling Palace to go along with my Bling armor.  It don't mean a thing unless it's got that bling.
     I was trying to get a picture of this cell phone chick, but she kept turning around.  I had my chance, but then I was recharging my battery.

     HEY IF YOU ARE A CLONE WARS KID AND UNDER 18, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!  You don't belong here.  This is an adult blog.  It contains adult content, so get the fuck out, you little bastards.

     I know kids have visited this blog.  They told me.  HAHAHAHA.  It's funny.  Nothing makes a kid want to visit a website or blog more than if they are told that they can't visit it.

     This blog can not be monetized, so there is no incentive, except to do it for myself.  I've written for myself for a long time.  At least this is a way to get my stuff out there.  Better than a bunch of papers sitting around in my room for years.  At least I can photograph that stuff now, or rewrite it, and put it into text form.  I think they even have little devices that can scan handwriting, and put it into text form.  That would be cool.  Then I could edit it from there.  It's easy to copy what's written, though.  Just type it in.  I can type without looking at my hands, so it is no problem.

     So I spent a lot of time this week working on my Kamino lot.  Almost too much time.  But when it is done, it will be awesome.  I'm investing now in the construction of this palace with time and resources, spending all my credits, but once it is done, it will be there forever until they cancel the game, and the way things are going, that will be a long, long time.
     I guess Star Wars Galaxies will end in December.  I haven't been playing it at all.  Between Clone Wars Adventures and Lord of The Rings Online, I've been pretty busy.
   
     My life on the computer.  Well, I haven't been breaking out the paints lately.  I even stopped bringing my paints to the cafe, where I was doing a lot of work.  I was coming to the cafe just to escape the computer for a while.  I'm glad I have this laptop.  I think my blog entries are probably better here, because it is a lively environment, and there are people around.  There is also fresh air, a thing I don't have in my studio.  Fresh air is a good thing.

     Anyway, it looks like the cell phone lady left.

     It's really quiet in the cafe now.  I just had a smoke, thinking about Charles Bukowski, and all the drinking he did.  But he was a damn, fine writer, and really funny.  The New York literary establishment still doesn't think much of him.  Of course, his books were published in L.A., so New York doesn't like anything that isn't written there.  Yet, I listen to enough Howard Stern to know that people on the East Coast are just as fucking stupid as people on the West Coast.  So there you go.  There is no monopoly of intelligence on either coast.  It's all just a bunch of horseshit, my new word.  I got tired of the word 'bullshit'.  It's so common.  But horseshit comes out of more of a beautiful animal than bulls, and horseshit has a more pleasant ring to it.  Plus, the word 'horse' sounds like 'whores', another word I am interested in.

     See?  I can't write about this horse shit on my PG blogs.  Yet, this stuff has to come out.  It feels when I write on my PG blogs that I am putting on an act, and that I'm not really being myself.  It is as if I'm writing for kids, moms, dads, grandparents, or people dressed in nice clothes, who want a nicer place to go to than the dirt and filth of this blog.  Yet, I know there is an audience for the writing I am doing here, where it is really honest, and brutal.  That's how I like it.  I know the world is all about the negotiations between penis and vagina, cock and pussy, and like George Carlin says, "Women own half the money, and all of the pussy."

     This blog is not for my family.  They don't like this kind of horseshit.  It makes them feel really uncomfortable.  We were raised Mormon, and a couple of them are really into it.  Violent video games are okay at times, but any sex stuff, or swearing, is right out.

     To me, it is all just funny horseshit.

     Okay, so this blog can not be monetized.  That has been a constant theme in my head.  I want to write and produce material that I can monetize, because I would rather be doing this horseshit, than doing the horseshit of other people who can then monetize their material.  When you work for somebody, they own the rights to it.  When you work for yourself, you own the rights, as long as you don't steal material from anybody else.

     It is difficult to come up with original material.  So few people can actually do it, and then go through the process of legally obtaining all the rights to it to make it official.
     I have been unsuccessful so far, but I will keep trying, and pursuing my dreams.  I'm still fancying breaking out the paints again, and making some pictures.  It's hard for me to know what to paint anymore.  The artworld is so critical of everything, and they are quick to judge and to categorize you.  I'm going to give them a run for their money. 
     They don't really accept or acknowledge me as a working artist.  I have no professional representation, and my business acumen is very low.  It's a thing I'm working on.  It takes time.  I'm not Superman.  ( Oh yeah, that brings up another issue with that I've been playing with on youtube.  Well, basically, on videos that I can not monetize, I might as well steal both visuals and audio, because it fucking doesn't matter.  It will never be monetized, but it is okay to upload for fair usage, and acts for advertising for anything that I do steal.  It's all complicated.  I have to hink more about it. )

     So, anyway, I am alone with what I am trying to do.  Since my name is David, I always liked the Biblical story of David and Goliath.  For me, it is David and The Corporate Giant.  I am one little ant going up against a whole multitude of giants, and they are big.  I am small.  I am nothing.  But I have to get noticed somehow.  I have to create content that people like.  I know for a fact that if people like my content a lot, it will be for a reason.  It will mean that I worked my ass off.  I hope to confuse anybody who will wonder why people are looking at my content.  They will ask, "Why are people looking at this horseshit?"  All I can say is, "Because it is honest."

     I am a flawed person.  I make many mistakes repeatedly, time after time.  I make errors in thinking, judgment, and with words.  I need to read more, and learn how to fucking talk.  I don't do too good when I am just talking on the fly unless I am on a roll.  That doesn't happen too often.

     Anyway, it is time to put a picture on this blog...one sec....

     All of my naked lady pictures are on my other computer, but this one will do fine for today.  This is a still from a recent stop-motion animation that I am working on.

     All I can say is to have a nice day, and follow your dreams, and never let anyone get in the way of them.  Your family will fuck you over, and so will lovers and friends, so you gotta be careful in this world, and I ain't kidding.

Good Morning on a Thursday

     Hi.  I've been frustrated a little.  I've been having trouble uploading pictures to my laptop with my digital camera.  I have a USB 2.0 hub, but Windows does not seem to acknowledge it on my 2002 laptop.  Physical connection problems, too, with the wire on the camera.  It goes in and out of being connected.
     I've been making a shitload of videos on youtube.  I've been trying to figure out which ones I can monetize, and which ones I can't.  I saw in print yesterday that you can not monetize video game videos.  Okay.  I thought you could before, or I was unsure, but it is true.  You can't.
     I uploaded an original video to my other blog, and I saw a shitload of legal information to read.  I'll have to go through it at some point.
    Basically, I'm just trying to figure out what I can and can not do on the web.
    The general rule is, if you own the rights to the content, you can upload the content.  Anything else becomes an issue.
     But people love to make video game videos, and upload snippets of movies and t.v. shows, and things from pop culture they care about.
     My original goal with buying this computer was to try and earn money with it, to justify spending that much money on it.  I have yet to make the money back that I spent.  It's been a constant struggle.
     This blog can not be monetized because it features 'adult content', but I still like to write on it 'just because'.

     What is nice about this blog is if I want to put a naked lady photo on it, I can, no problem.

Today's Coffeeshop Entry: Lady in Lime-Green shirt and tattooed breasts

     Jesus fuck.  I started a new blog that is Rated PG, and I just get sick of being in that mode after a while.  I can only fake it for so long, then I have to come back to this blog where I can say whatever I want and not have to worry about whether my content will be evaluated for whether or not it is suitable for advertising.
     It's been a constant problem with my shit, especially being an artist that produces drawings of naked ladies.
     So, I just started writing this blog, then this lady sat down in a lime-green top, and she has really big cans, and tattoos on her breasts, yet she has a really sweet and innocent face.  She's gotta be around 28.  She looks real good. 
     See?  This is the arena which I feel real comfortable in, talking about babes and boobs, and imagining what she looks like naked. 
     That's about all I care about.
     Her friend didn't like the smell of the coffee shop, so she came and went.  Women have this whole thing with smells.
     For me, I have to be on a pig or cow farm for me to really care about the smell.
     Anyway, the blond I am looking at is on her cell phone, just sitting quietly. 
     She even has lime-green shoes.
     It looks like she is texting someone.
     I've never really texted anyone.  I don't have one of those stinking phones.  Even if I had the money, I don't know if I'd get one.  I could fucking care less.
     Thank god I can write without worrying about what the fuck somebody else will say or do.  It feels good, and who the fuck cares?  It's only a fucking goddamn blog.  Who the fuck cares?  And no one reads my shit anyhow, so what the fuck does it all matter?
     I'm glad this blog is set to 18 and over just to keep the fucking kids away.  They are all brainwashed by their parents at that age.  I know I was.  You don't really become a person of your own until you turn 18 and get the hell out of high school, another brain-washing institution.  Add church to the equation, and it is no wonder people are fucked up in this world.
     Anyway, even though I will never make a cent from this blog, it makes me feel good to let loose and be myself.
    Now the girls are looking at pictures of Felix The Cat.  Jesus.  Women and their fucking cats for Christ's sakes, Jesus.
     Okay, I admit it was fun to write a PG blog and to avoid all the filthy swearing and thoughts of tattooed breasts, but it is fun to come home, too.
     Ok, that's all I feel like writing right now. 
    
     The ladies next to my table finally left.  I filmed my animation, and got my work done on the table to the right.  They left right after I finished, and put the toys away.  Now I don't have to listen to their chatter and have them in my peripheral vision.  I'm glad I could entertain them for a couple of minutes.  They didn't say a word to me, nor I to them, except at the beginning of their entrance when the older, fatter broad asked if anybody was sitting there.  She got confused because there was a coffee cup there.  It took me and this black guy nearby to tell her three times that nobody was sitting there, and that nobody had been there for an hour.  The drama of a fucking simple question and answer session fucking kills me sometimes.  Jesus.

     Anyway, I think that is about it for my coffeeshop session today.  I didn't waste as much time today fucking with my camera.  My laptop just isn't liking my 2.0 camera much, and the laptop doesn't want to accept the USB 2.0 port.  It doesn't seem to read it as a 2.0, even though it is one.  Jesus.

     Maybe I will have one more goddamn cigarette before I leave.

     I write this blog for me, and if anybody else likes it, then I am fine with that.  If they don't like it, nothing I can do about it.  I don't force people to read my shit.  I just give them an option so if they want to read it, they can.
 
     I am becoming aware of all the Big Brother stuff with computer technology and how they can find out where you are all the time.  Another good idea why not to get an iphone.  Fuck.

     So, basically, they want to keep track of all us, so if anybody does anything bad, they can find that person, and all their friends.  It's only going to get worse.  Personal freedoms have been declining at a steady rate for ten years or more. 
 
      I keep thinking about how they almost make it a crime to make money in this country.  They certainly try to guilt people who make too much money, except if you work in Hollywood, then nobody cares what you do.

     I just a cute girl on a skateboard zip by in her summer skirt, with blond hair trailing behind her.  I took one second to think about it, and by then, it was too late to whip out my camera.  I would have whipped out something else if she had given me the chance.  I would have whipped it out for the blond with tattoos on her breasts, too.

     I basically get it.  This blog is not for women and children, but it sure as hell might be for guys who want a laugh.  That is my target audience on this blog, and for women who like this kind of shit. 
 
     You'd be surprised what women like, once they escape the Borg consciousness.

     You know, Mormons have that whole beehive thing going for them, and I really don't want to be a part of their insect tribe.
     Now that I'm older, it really looks like that whole religion is made-up.  They have the tendency to produce a lot of kids, and a lot of them end up joining the military.  It's a Mormon tradition.  Nowadays, a lot of Mormons go into business.  It's what they are good at.  And they like basketball, and all manner of sports.
     For me, I got sick of the goddamn music they play in church, and I got sick of praying to a goddamn invisible god that wasn't fucking there and never was.

I will have to make a new blog that I can monetize, but I will still keep this one.

     I like this blog a lot.  I can do whatever I want with it, since it is set to 18 and over.  I can address adult themes and issues in a mature manner.  The last time I checked, most human beings are sexual creatures, so to deny that  is well, to deny what we are.
     I was impressed with the writings of Henry Miller and Charles Bukowski.  Their writings kind of made it possible for me to just say, "Fuck it.  I'm going to write about whatever I want."
     I like Howard Stern, too, for creating a format for being able to talk about any subject he wants.  Like him or hate him, it doesn't matter.  In a way, he's been a champion for Free Speech.  He talks about dirty, filthy stuff, and people advertise with him, yet, this blog is not allowed for monetization.  I guess advertisers don't want to be associated with adult content.  I still see some ads when I log onto this blog, so I don't know what is going on.
     I'm an artist, and I like this blog because I needed a format that had no limits on what I could or could not put up.  On youtube, there is a line that must not be crossed.  If you do cross it, the video will be taken off of youtube, and, it can lead to your channel being shut down.  I don't want that, so I try to abide by their rules.  I test the waters with swearing.  Most people swear, so I don't see what is wrong with that.  It seems to be the community standard of the United States of America to swear a lot.  Youtube doesn't seem to mind with some swear words peppered about in a video.  Certainly the comments on youtube are very vile, disgusting, and foul, but nobody seems to mind.  Most of these comments are written by people in junior high or high school, it seems to me.
     I saw a video the other day of a real fat 11 year old.  It was kind of sad.  I felt sorry for the kid, and the video was kind of hard to watch.  In the video, he was sitting on the couch, and kind of just being on the camera.  I just thought I would mention this for some reason.  It popped up in my mind.
     Anyway, I think this blog is viewed by bots, and not by real people.  However, I like writing on this blog when I get on a roll.
     I would love for this blog to become really successful, and to get lots of hits.  That would be cool.  I won't make any money from it ever, but I will have a place to feel free as a person.  I certainly need a place to vent every once in a while.  Also, I figured that this place would be a good place to dump all of my photos onto.  They aren't doing me any good just sitting on my computer.  Why did I take them in the first place?  Well, it's fun to take pictures, and it is fun to look at them once in a while.  They preserve memories, and make you think about that time in your life.  They help to remind you of where you were in comparison to where you are now.

Here is the first photo I ever took with a digital camera.  It's a self portrait.  I look kind of sad in this photo, but how I felt inside was very calm, and very comfortable.  My face was completely relaxed.  I don't like to smile unless I feel like it, or something causes me to smile or laugh, then I like it.  This is my face that I like to have when I really feel like myself, and I am not trying to impress anybody.  I've always enjoyed having a nothing expression on my face for as long I can.  I think it is the best picture ever taken of me, because it really shows who I am, and how I am when I am completely alone.  I like that I took the picture by holding my arm straight out in front of me.  I also like the angle of the photo.
     Before this photo, I took photos with disposable cameras, or with Polaroids when I had money for film.