I get confused.

I really do.

Nah, it's not that bad. I just come up with a lot of ideas, then I have to pick which thing to focus on.
My idea is as long as I'm doing something, then that is good.

Of course, I over-heated my soup. Ooops. Common thing I do. Then sometimes I forget for a long time, and it is cold again, haha.

I had some sync-up problems with EverQuest, so I had to start the game up again.

Cute how a friend asked if there was more than one of me on Facebook. I have two accounts there now.

I am confused with all the computer crap. Passwords, accounts, etc. Boggles the mind sometime, and I have to sort it out in my head. Frustrating at times.

Computer life is confusing, much less my studio space, and my day to day life.

I have a routine, wake up, check computer, get coffee, write and sort out everything, come back to studio, do stuff, go to yoga, have coffee and write more, come back to the studio, and do what needs to be done. Takes time. Who has time for a job? It's gonna be a waste of time when I get one again.

Looks like that is my fate. Damn.

I'm gonna do my thinking on this blog today.

What I want to do is to set up my keyboard in a place where I can actually use it. That would be nice. It still works after all these years, unusual for anything from Radio Shack. I paid $150 for it back in the day.

Ah, fuck, who am I trying to kid? Fuck. Me? An artist? To be successful at it? Geez. For one thing, who cares?

Anyway, after I left up Scummy, I'm gonna work on my films. Might as well. Nothing else to do.

Why do I write this bullshit? Why not? Nothing else better to do.

Kind of funny to flood the world with crap, but I don't have to worry much, no one is reading this anyhow. It is kind of very free in that regard. Since I don't have to worry about who reads this, I can write whatever I want. I like that.

I basically have to prove to the city of San Francisco and to the State of California that I am worth something.
Right now, I feel somewhat worthless.

Maybe I will buy a bag of popcorn, that always makes me feel better.

Fame, riches, women, success, art shows, films, videos, cartoons. Ok, sounds good.

Now to do it. And books, too.

There is no one saying I can't do it. That is good. Nothing to stop me, and that is good, too.

I just need some people who will say 'yes' for my talents and pay me a decent amount.

Fuck the world. Too many rules, when I just want to live.

Jesus.

Woot. Scummy just became level 27.

Now what? I'm hungry.

I wonder how long I can make this blog? Haha. I can just keep going. It's not as if anybody cares.

Why would people read a blog anyway when they could read a newspaper or a book?

Maybe they read these things off of cell phones and ipods, who knows? I have neither.

Big pain in the ass.

I keep thinking about Quentin Tarentino. He's made it. He has exceeded all expectations, and has become very famous, and very well-received. Good for him. He's a hero. Hollywood wasn't even into him at first. Shows what they know.
'Oh, you worked at a video store?'
'Yeah, fucker, what is it to you? I'm making a goddamn movie now.'

Bye, I'm going into film making mode, or whatever the hell you call it.