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.
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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.
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