Hey, I made another penny from this blog. I'm up to 72 cents. The idea came to start another blog, but I don't know what the hell I'd do. Just maintaining this one is more than enough work for me. I don't even know what I am doing with this one. Maybe if I came up with a clever, cute idea, and just wrote about one subject, that would be better than being all over the place with this one.
But I have fun is my problem.
First of all, I don't think anyone really reads this. I don't even bother to read what I write, and I suppose I should go through every entry, and check for errors, and see if I can improve what I have written. Writing is all about the rewrite and the revision. If you don't do that, you ain't a writer. It's all right if you are just dicking around, but yeah, if you want to be a real writer, you really have to make it so people understand what the hell you are saying.
I have Howard going on, and I can't even think, maybe I should turn it off, so I can concentrate.
I'll figure it out.
Anyway, it is all turned off so I can think a little. Captain Beefheart is dead. There is another one dead and gone. I was never into him or his music all that much, except for his association with Frank Zappa. Beefheart did end up being a gallery artist, though, and did pretty well. I was reading all about the Captain on wikipedia. I acknowledge that C.B. made a contribution to both Art and Music, and that is commendable. I still have to go through more of his music and art, before I can really comment. It never really hit me about Captain Beefheart until I started listening to Frank Zappa's 'Hot Rats' album, and Beefheart did the voice on 'Willie The Pimp', then things started clicking, that maybe I should pay attention to Captain Beefheart.
Thank god for youtube. Now I can just go through his catalogue of songs at my leisure.
I would kill to be a real artist like Captain Beefheart. I have a long way to go, but I am trying every day. It isn't easy.
So what am I doing? What am I writing about? I don't know. I just let it flow and happen. I have no plan.
One of my brothers has a blog. He's made a dollar so far, probably from all the times I've visited it, haha, is what I think. If he supported me on my blog as much as I support him on his, maybe I would have more than 72 cents.
My family doesn't want me to write about them much at all. No names mentioned or anything. I don't know what I am supposed to do. I guess just not mention them. They are a big part of my life, though, so it puts me in a quandary. Out of respect, I don't write about them, or talk about them on youtube, or anything, though I think that would be kind of fun. I bet if I had a radio show and they had something to plug they would want to be on the radio show.
They aren't too involved in my life at this point, anyhow. It is kind of surface. They mean well. A couple of them wish I would go to church and repent or something. It just ain't going to happen. But that's how they see me. The only reason they want me to go back to church is to make themselves feel better about what they do. It's not for me, it's for them. I ain't going to church for them. They just hold me back from being free in my mind. I have other places I want to swim besides 'Mormon Lake'. It gives me the shivers just thinking about it. Brrrrrrr.....
Anyhow, I'm just trying to get some painting done today. I've started. I have problems with organization and not enough room for things. It's a legitimate problem for me. I have to solve it somehow.
The Business Aspects of Art are too much for me to handle. That's for other people. I just make the art, but you know what? I'm going to have to take care of that shit eventually. No one is going to do it for me. I have to toot my own horn.
All I want to do is paint naked ladies. I'm going to have to make some money so I can hire some models again. Someday, I'll be sitting there with a glass of wine, a big canvas, and a big-titted model, and I'll just go to town with the painting. Haha. But I don't even need all that. I can paint from the computer screen now, for free. Nothing like having it live, though.
I'm making some corn, broccoli, and carrot soup. Mmmmm. So damn good with some hot sauce. I don't have any, but I could buy some next door.
My sister and I did a video call for the first time. That was really fun. I'm glad we got it set up. We talked about this and that. She seems to be the only one besides me who really wants to get out there and do stuff. I like that. In this life, you have to make it happen for yourself. No one will do it for you.
My time will come someday. In a way, it already has. To be able to blog is a great development. It's a long time since the printing press was invented, and now we have this. It is great, even if no one reads this.
But the truth is, even though someone might not read this today, they may tomorrow, or the next day. You never know what can happen in this world. So to actually write some decent material would be nice, it surely would.
I've had all kinds of ideas what I could do on this blog recently. I'll get around to it all eventually. It takes time to get into the right mode, you know what I mean? Good, because I don't.
But hey, it's a good life. All I need is a paycheck and I am set. I will make that happen sooner or later. I gotta live, you know.
Let's see, do I have any pictures to show?
I have a kitty. That is something. I drew this yesterday. I like kitties. They are nice, cute, and sweet.
Just seeing that picture has kind of killed this blog, though. I can't write any more on this entry after seeing this.
But yeah, someone may see this blog someday...oh no, I wonder what they will think? It is difficult to try and suss that out.
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