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.