"Fuck, Motherfucker!"

     Okay, so those were the first words that came to my mind when deciding upon the title of this blog.  I said, "Why the fuck not?  They are as good as words as any."
     I have 512 hits on this blog, 400 of those hits are by me.  Actually, I am not really sure.
     Why do I blog?  I don't know.
     I was just reading Steve Martin's 'Pure Drivel'.  I haven't picked up that book in years.  I still haven't finished it.  He's not a bad writer, and he is pretty funny.  When I first saw an article of his in 'The New Yorker', I wasn't sure it was actually him, but it was goofy enough that it might actually be him, but I was still confused that he was writing for The New Yorker.  I didn't understand, nor could I comprehend that he could write.  He could tell jokes, and play banjo?  Ok, I could accept that, but write, too?  It seemed unfair.  God had given Steve Martin a 'Four of a Kind', and I only got an 'Ace with 7 High'.  The universe was indeed cruel.  Later I found out that The Universe actually didn't care.  It was into its own thing.
     Steve Martin is lucky.  He has a lawyer that helps him get paid.

     I suffered through another band practice today.  So much work into sounding so shitty.  It doesn't seem worth it.
     The guy practicing electric guitar right now is sounding better than normal.  He is starting to learn riffs from classic songs.  Nice to hear something familiar.  I don't think he knows enough about how music actually works to write his own stuff that actually sounds good.  I don't know anything about music, either, but I'm not the one playing the guitar real loud.
    
     I gotta take a shit.  I'll be back.

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     I feel much better.  Just terrible giving more information than people need to know, I know.  I wonder how I would feel if a writer just said he had to take a shit?  I guess I wouldn't give a fuck.  Everyone does it.  But why mention it?  I don't know.  Why the hell not?  I mean, does anyone really give a fuck anyway what I write on this goddamn stinking blog anyhow?  I think not.  Most blogs in this world remain unread.  It is mostly for the people who write them. 
     I've taken to use the blog in the same way that I would when writing for myself on my manual typewriter, my preferred writing instrument.  Actually, the ball point pen is my favorite thing to write with.
     Anyway, I just do my writing, and worry about the damage later.
     The guitarist is still going at it with his practice, so it makes it hard for me to think.  I can play my own music on youtube, and have that blast out to cover theirs up, but then that gets distracting, too.

     I had a nice lunch today at the Chinese place.  Sweet and Sour chicken.  I hadn't had that for a while.  I had tea and soup, too.  That was good.

     They have a new 'Coin Pusher' machine at the tobacco store.  I am fascinated by that thing.  I actually won $1.25.  I had made a profit of a quarter.  Then I pumped it back in.  I would love to win that $20 bill that is sitting near the edge.  It is a very clever machine.  Someone is very clever who invented that thing.  'Coin Pusher' machines are legal in the State of California.

     Life is a gamble, anyway, so why not gamble, right?  That's how most people think.

     I had a nice nap today.  It felt good.  I needed it.  My yoga classes of the last two days knocked me out.  Sometimes the classes give me energy to do stuff until three in the morning, sometimes it is right to bed.

     I made the video of my friend Chris Packer's artwork using Iron Maiden music.  It came out good.  I'm happy with how it turned out.

     My siblings don't like me to talk about them to other people, on youtube, or blogger...I mean, what siblings?  Haha.  I don't have any.
     Maybe I'll just make up a fictional family that I came from.  I can have three brothers who will be composites of the real ones, then I will have one sister, and say we all grew up in an atheistic household.
     It was actually a pain growing up Mormon, always having to go to church, when the other kids would drink beer and watch football games with their dads, or go water-skiing, or camping.  As a kid, you don't know that the whole thing is just made-up.  Everything.  Even God.  It is all made-up.  The whole fucking, motherfucking thing.  I can't believe it, but it is true.  The whole thing is made-up.  What a hoax.  A very successful one at that.  Jesus.

     I did watch the very first episode of South Park, the first one ever made, with Santa vs. Frosty.  I had never seen that one.  I saw Jesus vs. Santa, and then the very first episode where Cartman gets an Anal Probe, which is still a pretty good episode.
     Who knew that South Park would become such a cultural institution?  I read the whole wiki article on 'South Park' yesterday.  It was updated since the last time I read it a year ago.
      Trey and Matt are pretty much at the center of the political spectrum.  In the beginning, I thought they leaned towards the left, but they are right dab in the middle, which allows them to make fun of both sides, and of everything.  They've done very well.  They pretty much get an 'A' on their report card.  The episodes have improved steadily over the years, and just when it seemed like South Park had hit a wall, they kept going and going.  I'm a fan, I can't get enough of that shit.  I can usually watch a new episode two or three times before I put it on the shelf for a while, to have a look at it again later.
     Watching the first episode again means that I have begun the cycle of watching them all over again from start to finish.  The problem with the South Park website, is that they don't have the original intros that were shot for the VHS release of the episodes, which only had two episodes per tape, plus twenty minutes of Comedy Central commercials.  No one fucking watched Comedy Central before South Park.  I thought the network was a joke.  They are doing just fine now, motherfuckers, fuck.  Anyhow, so they don't have those intros, and they have all of those motherfucking commercials, including the new one for Axe with a new cleaner for your balls.  Mankind has survived millions of years without a ball cleaner.

     So, fuck.  The day started getting onto Free Realms, and a friend was there, so I used my Power Hour to talk to her, which was fine, but I didn't make any money on the video game today, and I need all the money I can get on that game to buy all the shit I need.
     Run-on sentences are fine these days.  It's all about what you want to do.  Who gives a fuck as long as you like it?  English teachers be damned.  Actually, it is all around how English is used these days.  Big companies are mis-spelling words on purpose to appeal to consumers.  I hate it, it is ugly, to be so cheap.  So people like me are offended, but it must work since they keep doing it.  It is all about money.  Sad, that is all it is about after all.
     They are playing a couple of Police covers now, but it is out of the range of the vocalist, who I hate so much.  I don't think he has a good enough voice to get anywhere no matter how much he practices.
     I can't hit a note if I was paid to do so.  That's my problem.  But I can draw like a son of a bitch when I need to, I guess that is something.
     Now what?  I don't know.  Kind of hard to read when I got the racket coming in through the walls.
     I pretty much got everything off my chest for now.  Writing a piece is like getting to the next plateau.  I'm actually at the edge of my creativity.  I've done all I can think of with video making, I've pretty much done everything I wanted to do.  The only thing to do is more until someone notices.  I try and come up with new stuff all the time.  I haven't yet written a script for any of it.  Maybe I should.  No one that I know of will appear in a video with me, haha.  Fine, I'll just do fucking everything myself.  I don't blame them, a lot of my stuff sucks, I can't help it.  Part of it is art, part is therapy, I can't help it.  Maybe someday I'll do something good.  It takes time.
     I guess I can always do some painting.
     Hey, I didn't even put a picture on this blog yet.  What's the point?  No one reads this anyhow, and printing pictures is a recent phenomenon anyway.  Even in books they didn't do it much. 
     I always wanted to read a regular novel, and then for no reason at all, it just goes into comic book form for a couple of pages before returning to the novel, but most writers can't draw too well, and most artists can't write too well, as you can see for yourself, haha.
     Ok, I'm done, I can't concentrate on this shit anymore.  Besides, I can always fix it later.