Blogging is one of my favorite things to do on the web.
     I have a long history of writing in notebooks and journals, and typing on sheets of paper whatever comes to mind, so it is nice to put my thoughts where somebody can see them.  ( I am not holding my breath, though.  I know hardly anybody reads my work.  I think about this, and my main thought is, "Well, why should they?"  There is no reason unless they are bored out of their minds, and stumble across my blogs somehow. )
     I've been stressed out a lot lately, due to lack of sales of my art.  It is disheartening to know that people reject you. 
     I don't like to be rejected.  Nobody does.
     No matter what happens, or what I say, I will have to pull myself together by tonight, in order to bike to the bar, and try and sell.
     The nature of the beast is that I have to show up in order to sell.  No one is ever going to knock on my door in order to buy, that is for dang sure.
     George Carlin commented that it would be nice if people showed up at his door, and he could entertain them, and get paid, but you have to go to them.

     I don't know what is going to happen.  It is hard to sell my art, for it is always unfinished.  I can't seem to finish anything.
     The things I do think are done, no one wants to buy, so I keep working on them, until it is something that somebody wants.
     Then what happens is that people want a discount for all of my hours of work.
     It is almost as if they want it for free.
     I am screwing myself over because I don't charge enough, and now I am struggling for cash.  It sucks.
     I am finding it hard to be a businessman, and an artist at the same time.
     Plus, people just don't have a lot of money to pay for art.  They pay for what they can, but often it is not enough.

     Sigh.

     Anyhow, just had a good mini EQ session with my brother in The Steppes.  I like this zone because no one is there, and we have the zone to ourselves.
     We just fought some lizards, leopards, earth elementals, and gnolls.  It was fun.

     We may play some more in a while, after he takes care of some stuff.

     I was shocked that the ingame mic worked today, but my brother's mic wasn't working.  At least he could hear me.
     EverQuest voice chat has a long history of not working.  I wouldn't bet on it working on any given day.
     Normally I don't care about voice chat.  I usually prefer to type.  It is way less effort.
     But today, the voice chat was working good for our group, because I could tell him who to attack, and where to move, so that turned out okay.

     I'm all over the place today.  I don't know where this article is going, and I don't know if it is any good.  I also don't know if it makes sense.
     It looks like I need a nap.

     I get stressed out playing EQ with my brother sometimes.  The pressure is on, because when we play, I have to focus exclusively on the game.
     When I solo, I can take all the breaks I want, and reduce the screen, and write if I want to, or run errands, or whatever I want.
     But he does help me get lots of xp and loot, so that is helpful.
     He is actually a very good player, much better than I, the worst online player in existence.  I suck.  I still manage to have fun, though.
     I don't even know how to get my 'advanced class' in Star Wars, and I get people asking me why I don't have that yet.
     "I guess it is something I missed, " I say.
     Then they tell me where to get it, and I am too lazy to travel to where I am supposed to go.
     I don't know, I just don't care.

    Yeah, I am all fucked up today, and I just want to go buy some soup to heat up, and to buy some Hawaiian Punch.
     It is either high fructose corn syrup, or booze, and I don't know which is worse.

     I can barely think right now, but I was thinking earlier about 'An Alternative History of Earth' where all the events in fiction actually happened.
    So, the novel Frankenstein would actually be something that happened, as did 'The War of The Worlds', and 'Flash Gordon'.
     People think The Bible is real, so might as well throw that in, too.
    
     All I know is that I was listening to a Norse Mythology audiobook, and again it came to mind how much of Christianity has absorbed myths from various cultures.  It makes it really hard for me to take Christianity seriously.  I just consider it 'all made-up'.
     I know many will disagree with me, but fuck it.

     Atheists are a hated group in the world.
     "You mean, you don't believe in anything?"
     "Nope".

     All I really believe in is human beings to make up a bunch of shit so that they don't get too bored.
     

     A friend suggested I write some story about an artist who breaks into an artist's studio, and then sells his work at a bar.
     Some people don't believe that it is I who makes all the artwork that is on the table at the bar every night.
     The only way I can prove it is to show my I.D. that the names match, or to make art right in front of them.
     It's a screwed-up world is all I can say, and I'm hungry.
     Running low on cash, I'm going to buy something to eat.

     I am not good at writing short stories.  It is not really my forte.  I don't know how people do it.  I guess I could research it, but I also have to figure out how ebay works.
     I would rather just listen to audiobooks.

     I don't know why everything in life has to be so hard, I really do.

     Even online games are hard.

     Learning a musical instrument is hard.

      Making art is hard.

     By the time you get good at something, you are too old to enjoy it, unless you find success early.  Then, you freak out, because you wonder why you were so lucky that it happened to you.

     Yeah, I am starved, and I have to eat.

     There is always something.

1. Let's see....guy breaks into artist's studio, and puts small items into four shopping bags.
2. Then he takes the art the next day to sell it, claiming he did it.
3. Then, he has to make it look like he is the artist, so he also sits there drawing.
4. Then, the real artist finds that he is doing this, and there is a confrontation.
5. Then, both people end up being the same person, and it all becomes an exercise in paranoia.
6. What a great story.
7. To actually write it would be a pain in the ass.  I wouldn't know the first thing to do to get it started, except to just begin writing.
8. I could do that, or just play video games.
9. Or, I could write an outline.
10. It seems like a boring process to write a story, though I don't mind reading them.
11. Writing is hard.
12. I am feeling a little over-whelmed today.  Maybe I should eat, take a nap, and procrastinate some more.  That sounds like fun.  Or maybe I should get a beer.
13. The End.
14. I bought two cans of Country Vegetable soup, and some knock off brand of 'Wheat Thins', but the crackers are the same.  I was delighted that they got a new kind of soup in at the 'Dollar & Up' store.  It is named that now because everything costs $1.25.
15. Yes, it is hopeless.  Things are not looking too good for me financially right now, but regardless, I will go into the bar tonight, and try and sell my art.  It is a hard task, because I don't really want to sell to people who don't really want it.
16. I guess I should write more on my blog, so I don't ruin people's 'facebook feed'.  God knows that would be tragic.
17. Lately, I've been thinking of writing some dialogues.  There is another bread-winning idea I have come up with.  Woohoo.  I will try not to spend all the profits in one place from that.
18. I don't know how I will ever be a published author.  Well, actually, I am one.  I publish myself.  It would be nice to be a paid published author, but then I would have to work my ass off, and cater to the whims of a publishing company.  I don't know why I can't just have a 'ghost writer' like Hollywood celebrities do.  They get all the credit for writing the book, while some poor guy labors his ass off transcribing from a tape recorder the interview.  Because you know damn well an actor ain't gonna sit down and write a book.  If he was a writer, he would not be an actor.
19. An actor plays a fictional character in somebody's story.  I find it alarming that Keanu Reeves would show up in 'A Scanner Darkly'.  Then again, maybe he is the perfect person to be in that story, who knows?  I think Philip K. Dick would have thought the people in that movie were 'too pretty'.  I know Charles Bukowski didn't like the casting choices in 'Barfly' for that reason.  
20. A favorite recent story I discovered that I keep thinking about is one time Kevin Bacon wanted to see what it would be like to be a normal person, and so he had make-up done to his face, so that he was unrecognizable.  Then he went to a nightclub, and they made him wait in line like everyone else, and he said, "This sucks!"  Fame does have its perks.  No VIP for him that night.  Let's face it, being a normal person living a normal life sucks ass.
21. Thank god I can swear on this blog.  I just don't get why I can't swear on every blog I have.  They are only words.  I understand their policy about spamming on blogs.  Certainly, I could just mass produce text by mashing my fingers on the keyboard forever.  Anyway, comedians can swear all they want on HBO, and then have their comedy on youtube, and no one bats an eye.  But if I motherfuckin' swear on a vlog?  Then that's a problem.  I guess maybe it is because I don't have corporate backing.
22. So, my experience at the bank today wasn't as machine-like as I thought it would be.  It was close enough, though.  I am sure they were happy to see me go, with paint all over my pants.  Some man asked me if I had needed help at the end of my session.  Maybe he thought I had plans of staying.  That was not true.  Maybe he did not know that I had just finished my business, but I doubt it.  They have cameras on everything in there.  They were out of coffee, too, and so all I got to drink in there was hot water, which actually, was really damn good.  laugh and chuckle.
23. So....I am ready for a nap.  I could use a beer, though, after the day I had.  
24. Tim Burton didn't even help much on 'Nightmare Before Christmas'.  He had other people do all the work.  He came up with the idea, though, so that is something.
25. It is fun to write within numerical lists.  I can do this all day, and probably will until I have to go to work.
26. What I like about writing is that you get all of your shit out of your mind, and then you can think of new thoughts.  Imagine never writing?  Your head would be like a computer with no memory room, which is no fun.  Things start to work slow.  funny that this is exactly what happens with people.
27. I am typing in the nude.  I am sure you did not need to know that.  haha.  "That is too much information, David!"  I don't care anyhow, no one will read this.
28. I had a good jerk-off session yesterday, to some Russian 21 year old blonde in a 'casting couch' video.  Unusual was that in this hour long video, she was on her period, and she did not tell him until halfway through.  Never saw that in a video before.  The dude was alarmed, but then they got back to fucking, haha.
29. I could play EverQuest right now, but I am waaay to tired for that right now.  fuck it.
30. if people on online games don't worry about capitalization and punctuation, why should I?  Because that would suck is why.
31. Anyhow...

     Fuck.

     Shit.

     There is some kind of fuck up that I have to take care of at the bank.

     One would think they could take care of some simple shit, but apparently, I have to go make an appearance.

     It is the fucking last thing I want to do right now, but I got to if I want some money.

     What a pain in the ass.

     I would rather sit at home and play video games, and sleep.

     Goddammit.

     It fucking sucks.

     I was planning on having a fucking beer, but now I have to get on my bike, and go downtown.

     Fortunately, it doesn't take too long to get there, but I could be in the bank for an hour, just like last time.

     * * * * *

     Anyway, I am thinking about Flash Gordon while I play Star Wars online.  How in hell did Ming The Merciless make the entire planet of Mongo move towards Earth?  It makes no sense.  The entire planet would have to travel through an inter-dimensional portal.  Also, if the entire planet was traveling through space without the warmth of a sun, the whole planet would freeze.
     They said Star Wars had no scientific credibility, but look at the sci fi from the past.  No one complained then.

     Sheez.

     The threat of the planet Mongo to Earth is, I think, the seed that planted the idea of The Death Star against Alderaan.
     Aliens attacking with ships?  Fuck it.  Let's just have an entire planet disrupt everything.

     Anyway, I am procrastinating right now.  I should be getting to the bank.

     A thought comes to mind about the girl who complained that she had no personal life, when she kept posting everything she did on Twitter.  A notable example is, "I'm doing my fingernails."
     What a bitch.
     For starters, who cares if she is doing her fingernails or not?
     A sure sign that a girl doesn't play the piano is if she fucks with her fingernails a lot.

* * * * *

     Fuck.  I got my business taken care of at the bank.  It didn't take too long, thank fucking god.
     All we had to do was to put in the amount I wanted to withdraw, and fax it back.

     I don't know if it is all done yet.  Just got another thing in the mail that is related.

     I have developed a phobia of opening up the mail.

     I guess I won't have to worry about that if I end up homeless....hahahahaha.

     It never ends, the troubles I have.  sometimes I wonder if it is worth it.

     The problem is that there is nothing after this life. People think there is because it makes them feel better about things, but it really is not true.

     When you die, that's it.  There is nothing more.
     When a cockroach gets stamped on, the same thing happens to you.  Your soul does not go anywhere.
     "That's All Folks!"

     We are all going to die, every one of us.
     All the human race can hope for is to keep itself going, until the next disaster.

    

     Basically, my landlady wants me to move out.
     This is not easy for me, but I will have to deal with this issue.

     It is a little bit scary.

     I guess I'll have to move into a storage unit.
     What else can I do?

     I don't know.

     I don't have to worry about this issue today, but soon I will have to.

     I don't know if you've heard, but San Francisco is quite expensive.

     I would have to say that 'I am fucked'.

     If it is not one thing, it is another.

     No one ever told me life was going to be this hard.

     No wonder people have trouble making it, because there is no way to survive without selling yourself into slavery.

     My art sales haven't been too spectacular.

     Anyway, here is a picture of Mark Collins...

     He likes to read, and has stories to tell, but prefers to tell them than write them.  Often, the stories can go on for a while.  I wish he would write them down, but it is not his inclination.

     Anyway, here is a picture of Larry...

     He survives by bumming dollars from people all day long.  It's amazing he is still alive.  He likes crack...a lot.

     Meanwhile, here is some art...

     This is acrylic on newspaper.  It sold some while ago.  I like it as a piece.  I guess if I still owned it, I would keep working on it, and add more stuff to it until it sold.  But it sold, so I don't have to worry about it.

     I like painting naked chicks.  It is really hard work, though, just so you know.

     Meanwhile, here is a picture of me...

     It won't be too funny anymore when I don't have a place to live....eeek.

     Here is some more art...

     So, was 9/11 an inside job?  It would seem there were definitely some things that happened that were suspect.  I wasn't there, so I don't know.  I can only go by what people have said online, and...the evidence.

2024

     Espionage activities:  Larry is still doing his thing, and has done it for as long as I have known him.

     He likes this corner.

     I'm not a big fan of Larry.  He will never buy any art from me, and will never benefit me in any way, so why do I care?  He is a self-serving entity, and only looks out for #1.

     Amazingly, he is still alive.

     No one knows where he lives, though.  That is a mystery.  I have never met anyone who has information on this.

     We know he takes the bus past Safeway on Market, but we are not sure if he has a place, or a secret spot where he sleeps.

      "Write From The Gut?" 
      "Yeah, right," David thought to himself.

          "That goes without saying; otherwise, why even bother even trying to be a writer?"

     "Writing is hard work,"David thought to himself.  "It certainly is not easy, and requires a lot of actual physical labor, and a lot of thought.  Also, planning is required.  However, I don't work like that, because I am really fucking lazy.  That is my problem."

     "Plus, I can't make myself go back and read my own writing.  I find it a boring process, and very tedious.  It is about the most unfun thing to do, to go back, and read my own writing.  It is a terrible chore.  Yet, I want my writing to be really good, at least serviceable.  I guess that is what separates the amateurs from the pros, who are willing to take extra steps.  Yet, crappy writers like Dean Koontz gets published all the time, so I don't know."

     David sipped on his coffee, as more thoughts came into his head, "Shit, I have ideas all the time, but it is hard to get them onto the page.  I don't know how writers do it.   I guess the more you write, the easier it is to get your ideas out."

     David pondered these things as he continued with his online games.
     "Fuck it, I'll create another dark side character.  Playing the smuggler is fun, though, but let's see what else there is to play."

     David ended up creating an Imperial agent named 'Sashaax'.  She is a good-looking gal with a big booty, just like how he likes it, hehe.  But she's got white hair done up in a sexy way, and David was wondering if the drapes match the carpet.
     "Probably.  Imperials are precise about every detail...haha."

     "Well, that was fun."
     David had gotten a good start with his new character, and decided it was time to play another character.

     He was thinking it might be nice to create a Bounty Hunter character.
     "That might be fun, but I don't know if I should make a male or female....hmmmm....that's a thinker."

     He ended up creating 'Deathdoll'red', a fierce bounty hunter, with you guessed it, red doll hair.  He added cybernetics on her face to round her out.

     He noticed she is round in all the right places, and is a big girl, meaning tall.  But, she is also endowed in the chest area, so she'll be something to reckon with.

     Meanwhile, his art smuggling operation was going good.  This piece was recently sold.
     "Too bad I can't get more money for my work," he lamented.  "It would help a lot with things like...uh...eating...and rent...duh."

     He was getting tired of being paid crapshit prices for his art.
     "I hope to remedy that soon, though I don't know how.  I would like to charge more, but I can barely get sales as it is, even with my low prices."

     "It's a tough world," he added.  "All I want to do is make a living so I don't have to suffer so much.  I could use some perks, like my own bathroom, and a real bed.  That would be nice."

     "Someday, I'll show them all."

    

      Meanwhile, he looked at some photos he had taken of magazines at a convenience store he frequented nightly after his 'work session'.

      "What a bunch of junk," he thought to himself.  "It's amazing that anybody in their right minds even buys this garbage, especially when you can get everything off the web for free.  I guess some people still like tactile objects.  Interesting.  Or maybe it is a tax write-off for these big companies, who knows?"

      "Pretty is as pretty does," he thought, thinking that all a pretty girl has to do to make money, is just stand there while she has her picture taken."

     "It's a good gig if you can get it....then again, a lot of those girls probably do coke, and some of them probably are no strangers to the casting couch."

     David looked at his scrolls of art.  These works on paper had netted him some good money.  Maybe it was time to go back to working on them.
     "If I can find them.  Since the move, I've been having trouble finding where I put everything.  I'll be fine in the meantime, tough.  I have plenty of art to sell."

     As one last thought, he contemplated the police.
     "They are worried about me selling art?  You would think they would have something better to do."

     Fuck.
     It is my dream that if I become a writer of many books, that every one should begin with the word, "fuck".
     It seems appropriate to me.
     If people don't like that word, and throw the book across the room, I don't want them to read it anyhow.
    Meanwhile, people who are cool with that word is most likely 'my audience'.

     Anyhow, it was another day at the cafe, where I got mostly, completely ignored.
     I'm not waiting for anyone to tip me, or to buy my art.  Those people in the cafe are cheap as fuck.
     Really, they are mother fucking cheap.

     I got some painting done, so that was good.

     If I could just earn a couple of bucks at the cafe, it would help a lot.  I buy two cups of coffee every day, and that is $4.
     I can't start my day without coffee.
     Plus, I get some water, some fresh air, and I get to see some cute girls from time to time, and all this helps to keep me alive.  It doesn't do me a damn bit of good to stew in my studio cut off from the human race.  I like and prefer to be around people.  That is what gives me a connection for my art.  Otherwise it becomes an exercise in masturbation.

     Anyhow, I'm trying to concentrate on my writing a little more, instead of allowing myself to be too sucked into online games.
     I do feel a sense of accomplishment as I level up, and I like getting my daily dose of xp.  It is essential if one is to ever get anywhere in an online game.  One has to put their time in.

     I am still trying to get used to typing on this computer keyboard, and to find my rhythm with it.

     I am still recovering from the shock of not being able to buy typewriter ribbon anymore.  That sucks ass.

     Meanwhile, I'm listening to 'The Dark Tower' by Stephen King, a series of books I have somehow managed to miss.  I have a brother who doesn't like Stephen King except for 'the Dark Tower' series.
     I am finding it quite enjoyable, and I really like 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly', so it is a good match.

     I am just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with these books, so I am listening to the audiobooks over and over again so I can soak it all in like a thirsty sponge.


     I need to get back to EverQuest, though.  I am trying to get my main character to level 77, and that takes a long time when you solo.

     Well, anyway, I turned on 'Star Wars: The Old Republic' so that is where my focus is instantly going.  I can't write once I turn on an online game, haha.

     I could just leave this blog entry open, though, and just write whenever I get a thought....hmmm, I'll think about it.

     Meanwhile, a guy at the cafe who teaches yoga mentioned Mitch Hedburg, and recited a couple of jokes I hadn't heard before.  I like Mitch Hedburg, but I am still trying to suss out the guy who was telling me this stuff.  He is nice enough, but he has never bought art from me, and probably never will.  Most yoga teachers don't make a lot of money, unless they get people to pay $900 for this stupid yoga retreats in far away and exotic locales.
     I know if I was on one of those yoga retreats, that I would smoke and drink in my spare time, and try and see if any of the cute yoga girls would want to have some sex, haha.

     Let's see, what else is there to write about?  I don't know.

     I'm going to write an email to my older brother.  He's really into science fiction, and also into religion, which I now consider to be precisely the same thing....haha.
    

      This croc is thirsty.

      Animal Stacking in the bar remains popular.

      Someday I'll get back to doing some newspaper art.  I can only carry so much to the bar on my bike.

      Apparently, this adult blog is the only place I can post this, even though this was in a public newspaper.

      It is fun to paint stripes.

     I like to paint naked ladies the best, though.

      Brutal, huh?  Don't worry, they are just toys.

     Somebody said this comment.  I think it is pretty funny.
     After I painted up this napkin, somebody bought it.

     Meanwhile, my goal in life is to obtain my own bathroom where no one goes in there except me.
     This is hard to do when my art doesn't sell.
     Hell, I'm barely scraping by enough to pay rent.

     I was thinking of putting out a tip jar.
     I've tried everything else.

     People think I'm doing okay, just because they see me sell art from time to time.
     However, I saw a guy give a bum a dollar today.
     That is more than I made in the last two days, haha.

     Meanwhile, I'm finding that it is really difficult to impress people with art.  They've seen everything, and most people don't give a crap about art anyhow.

     Why should they care about art?  I don't know.

     Anyways, I'm drinking every day now, and I've never been happier.

     Fuck being healthy, who cares?

     Anyhow, I'm going to play some 'Star Wars: The Old Republic'.

     Laters.

     "I didn't sell a goddamn thing last night, and that sucks," the man thought to himself.
     "It's not easy to please people, much less Californians," he added.
     "I don't know what people expect when they see an artist working in a bar.  They want the best, most awesome art they've ever seen in their lives, and if they aren't dismissive at that point, and if they do want to buy, they want it at the lowest possible price, and often want a discount.  This leads me to the conclusion that some people just flat out suck."

     David then sucked on his cigarette.  He needed coffee, and he needed it bad.

     He contemplated the nature of turning himself into a fictional character, but then said, "What the fuck?  Who cares?  I might as well have fun, otherwise, what is the point?  I don't know."

     Yes, it was time to get coffee.  He needed some caffeine, and some hot coffee goodness.

     Then the memory of the blonde from last night came in.  She had asked him, "Are you painting?  What are you painting?"

     Then there was another woman who picked up a painting or two, and wasn't gentle with them.  David was really annoyed with her.

* * * * *

     Anyhow, here are some comic book pages that I found on my computer.  I would make a video for youtube of those photos, but youtube is for kids, doesn't like swearing, or my attitude.
     To me, it's just normal and funny to me.
     Anyways, without further ado, here they are....

I still like to make comics, but to do it professionally would be too serious.  I don't know if I would enjoy it.  Comics seem more fun to me when it is just something I dash off at the cafe.

     Hello, I just got back from the cafe.
     I got there early today.
     I can't sleep when it starts to be warm, so I might as well go out and get some stuff done.

     It was another typical day in the cafe.

     No one said hello to me, and no one acknowledged my work, much less bought something.

     Not a kind word in the house.

     That is normal.

     I take into account that I'm not the most approachable person in the world, either.

     I could use a shave.

     I still can't tell if shaving or not helps or hinders my sales.

     I've sold with both a clean-shaven face and an unkempt beard.

     It depends on whether or not the buyer lets my personal appearance get in the way of a sale.

     If they jusdge me like a cover of a book jacket, I probably don't want to sell to them anyway.

     I need people with depth to buy my paintings.

     Anyhow, I had two damn good cups of coffee. 

     Actually, I am finishing up my second cup now.

   
     I am trying to upload my second video that I made from 'Star Wars: The Old Republic'.
     It seems that playing the game interrupted the upload in the middle of the night, so I will try again.

     Sometimes that happens.

     Meanwhile, I am still trying to find a feasible way to type on this goddamn computer keyboard.
     My left hand can assume a normal position, but for my right hand, I have to use the forefinger, and peck that way.

     I am a pretty fast typist normally.

     I don't know, I just don't get much of a feel typing this way, or any way on a computer keyboard.  It doesn't feel real to me.  It feels really artificial.
     I don't know yet how this affects my writing.

     I do know that writing with a ball point pen can be very slow.  My brain works faster than I can write with a pen.  Then I get contemplative.
     Sentences can be shoprt or long.

     When you read long and drawn out passages from 19th century literature or before, just imagine that most of those people wrote with a crowquille pen, and that is quite laborious with the constant dipping of the pen into ink.
     I have written a lot with this kind of pen, which is actually kind of fun.
     It can also become a nightmare when ink is spilled.
     It is very difficult to clean up.
     Tape the inkwell to the table is my best advice.
     Otherwise, one knock from the pen can spill the whole inkwell all over hell.

     Anyhow, a guy from the bar with water on his brain fell and hit his head on the sidewalk.  An ambulance had to be called.
     He will be al right.
      I came upon what I thought was a bum asleep on the sidewalk, then I saw a 17" trail of blood, then I saw it was this guy I know.
     I rushed into the bar to alert the bartender, so then me and a couple of folks ran back to him, and he was standing up.
     I got him some ice.
     There was a nurse in the house, so I think she assessed that he needed a couple of stitches.

     I don't like this guy much, but I ran to help him anyhow.

     There are a couple of people that if they had fallen, I would not run back as fast, hahaha.

     Anyways, .....I guess it is time to play some 'Old Republic', and hope that my video uploads properly.

     I might as well link the current Philip K. Dick video I am watching....https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM921saJqXc ....as I don't feel too lazy at this moment.
     It is a good documentary, much better than I thought it would be.
     If you want to learn about Philip K. Dick, I think this video is helpful.

Dirk is back

     Yes, I got Star Wars: The Old Republic to work.
     It is the most bad ass game I have ever played.
     I am having a good time, and now I can get back to making Dirk Wampaflash videos, the character I created on 'Clone Wars Adventures'.
     Dirk is timeless, and spans all Star Wars generations.
     He is usually a soldier/slacker type who doesn't want to fight in the war much, but only does so reluctantly.  He likes to swear, drink beer, and smoke, and usually he just can't be bothered to do the bidding of others.

     Damn, I have to buy another character slot for my Sith Inquisitor 'BunnyBear'...no, wait, it's working...yay!

     Whew...I thought it was only going to give me one free character.

     I got two characters, Bunnybear, and Dirk.  That is more than enough to keep me busy.

     The Sith storyline is pretty interesting, and really evil, so I'm interested in that.

     See you guys in a year...I'm going to be busy doing this!

     Just kidding, anyway, yeah, wow, SWTOR is awesome, exceeding my expectations.
     Basically, it is a reboot of 'Star Wars Galaxies', except better, faster, and more intense.

     Funny to wonder if I have to edit or check for spelling on this article.  Not a single kid on online games gives a crap about that.
     I suppose they will when they get older, if they ever end up caring at all.

   
     I just had fun being in a group. 
     I asked how to run fast, but no one could tell me, so they had to wait for me all the time.
     Online players aren't always the best communicators, even when you ask a direct question.

     Meanwhile, I have to endure another girl band session down the hall.  I wish they would get better.  It would be easier on my ears.

      Well, gonna make some lunch.

      Laters, and thanks for reading, if indeed anybody ever reads this.

     



    

     "Goddammit," Darrin thought to himself.  "The Fuck!  Only 19.95% downloaded.  I want to play Star Wars: The Old Republic right now!!!"

     "Haha," he laughed to himself, as he happily listened to Philip K. Dick's 'A Scanner Darkly' read by Paul Giamotti.
    
     He found the story enjoyable.

     "Now if I could just type on this fucking computer keyboard, it would fucking help a lot," Darrin mused as a short spurt of pain shot up his wrists.

     "Why in fuck can't they make a computer keyboard like a manual typewriter?  That is what I am fucking used to.  Typing on computer keyboards is for pussies," Darrin snarled.

     "Goddamn Shit!" Darrin added under his breath.

     "This fucking sucks!" he ended with.

     Anyway, the download was continuing, and he was happy.
     He had just eaten some spaghetti and meatballs, and it was really good with some hot sauce added.

     He was also looking forward to a nap.

     He could sleep, and by the time he woke up, the game might be downloaded.

     Also, he could fall asleep to the audiobook.  He liked to do that.

     This particular audio book was on a loop, so he could listen to it endlessly, which he liked.

     23.82% downloaded.  He was stoked.

     He had bought his new computer for two specific games....'Age of Conan' which turned out to be super awesome, but the community sucked, and SWTOR.

     'Star Wars Galaxies' and fucking 'Clone Wars' have both been terminated.  He liked both of those games.

     So, Darrin didn't have a Star Wars online game to play, but now, he might possibly have one...today! 

     "Yay!" he exclaimed.  

     He joked to himself, as there was no one else in the room..."Kathy, cancel all my appointments....for the next month....I'll be playing video games."
     "Yes, sir," the imaginary Kathy said, as she took off her white blouse, and allowed David to suck on her left breast.
     "Okay, that's enough for now.  I'll be in your office within the hour to give you a good reaming," Darrin said firmly.
     "Yes, sir," Kathy said, and turned around, walking out of Darrin's office with her nicely shaped womanly ass.

     "God, I love when she wears her black knee-length skirt and white blouse.  It just makes me want to fuck her hard every day," Darrin thought as he smoked his cigarette.

     *  *  *  *  *

                                          Vampires love pussy.

 I've posted these photos before, but I don't care.  I do what I want, and I don't have to explain myself.

      I'm just amused how many women will get naked for money.

      I don't mind, I love naked chicks, and I don't see anything wrong with nudity or nakedness whatsoever.  I mean, who cares?

      Napkin art by the Lovins Brothers.

      My new uber computer.  She's a beaut.

      Two screen mastery.

      I go through a lot of paintbrushes at my job.

      I thought the brushes on top of the urinal would look like a nice bouquet of flowers.

      The sales of napkin art has helped me survive for the past three years.

      I love old school cartoons.

 Trillian:  Hey, Marvin, are you a pleasure android?

      Trillian:  Do you have a functioning pecker?

      Trillian:  How about fondling my tits?

      Marvin:  Now you know why I am depressed.

      Elmo kind of ruined Sesame Street, and it's not surprising that the guy who worked Elmo was working other things.

      I took this stupid picture from a JCPenny ad.  Note how the girl is focused on the camera, as if she doesn't care about the guy.  She wants to be seen.

      EverQuest is still a fun and entertaining game.  I like it.

     This guy holding the sign is a jerk.