Wire Dogs

Well, the dog on the far left I sold for $50 yesterday.  A larger dog made out of thicker wire sold for $100 last week.  That's $150 off of two sculptures.  That is some pretty good scratch.  Beats working.

Two girls sitting at 16th and Mission

     Okay, I just got back.  When I stepped off the escalator, I saw these two young ladies.  Of course, the one that got my attention was the one on the right, with her ass cleavage.  She had a cute face, too.  She was pretty.  She had a whole thing going on with how she looked.  Kind of a goth romantic feel.  Her energy vibe was good.
     I actually walked past them, then I walked back to get the photo.

     Earlier, I was in the Bart station, and I was sitting there minding my own business, and a cutie pie skinny girl was standing there for five minutes.  Then she pretended to walk by me, but she stopped, and she was looking at my sketchpad, trying to see what I was doing.  I caught her looking, and she was flabbergasted and didn't say anything, but she was nosy enough to look.  Then she continued walking, and stood in her new location, and then looked back at me, and I caught her looking at me again, and I just looked back with an expressionless look on my face.  She was really cute, and I would have talked to her if she had said something, but mostly she was a little nosy about my business.  Curiosity kills the cat, I suppose.  That's just the thing, people seem nosy about me, but they rarely say anything.  Maybe I don't seem all that approachable.

     The nosy girl, she was young, tall, skinny, and cute.  I guess I could be nicer, but it is hard to think about being nice to anybody and everybody who sticks their nose into my business, when I am trying to concentrate on drawing and writing.  Just how I work, I guess.

     I'm glad I took this picture.  Certainly, I am nosy about their business.  Just how that goes, I guess.  I don't even know if I have a right to take any picture of anything in this world.  The laws are all a mess. 

     I'm not too big of a fan of people photographing or video taping me, it depends on the vibe I get from them.  Sometimes I don't care in the least, and sometimes I care.

     Anyway, I have some things to do before I go to work, so I will continue on with the next blog entry next time.

David is about ready to go.

     "Let's see, go to the gym, shower, shave, draw on the Bart train, get some coffee, come back here, play some games, have a good time.....and then go to work," the artist thought to himself.

     "I had fun at the coffee shop.  I saw some fine examples of feminine beauty.  One girl had angel wings on her, and she crouched down, so I saw some ass crack.  Just to be able to see the beginnings of her luscious ass with that viable territory on temporary display, made me feel alive.  It's good to know people are human, and that we all have asses, some better than others."

     "What I think about of course, is lodging my cock in between her ass cheeks while I hold on to her breasts, or the bed, and cumming all over her back.  The chances of that happening outside of my mind is approximately zero."

     "I'm 43, but I still have the drive of an 18 year old.  I guess I'm healthy.  Some people seem to shut down sexually as they age, but not me.  Fuck it, I want to be alive."

Professional Video Game Player

     I am a professional video game player.  That is what I do.  The only problem is, I need to get paid for it.  Takes time.  Isn't easy.  Nothing else I would rather do.  I like playing video games.  It is fun.
     So anyway, I'm just sitting at my computer after playing facebook games for hours.  It is an activity that requires focus and attention.  To be good at any game is another matter.  That means that game is your life while you are playing it, and you know the disease has hit when you are thinking about a certain game when you are not playing it, thinking of your next move, and your basic strategy.
     I need a break.

     It was a good time at the coffee shop today, except for I had to listen to some girl rant for an hour about her vacation to her friend.  Previously before her friend arrived, I was subjected the monotonous drone of her cell phone call.  I was relieved when her friend showed up, because at least it wasn't a one-way conversation any more.
     Then some guy sat down to eat his store bought burrito and drink from a place different than the cafe, so I left.
  
     Some lady photographed my wire dog and I, and said she was going to do a write up on her blog about it.  She interviewed me briefly and jotted down some notes.  She said her blog gets two-thousand hits a day, which is more than this blog has gotten all-time.  She makes no money at it yet, but you never know, someday she might, and do quite well.  Those things are possible in today's world.

     Otherwise, I saw some beautiful women today, with their luscious bodies walking up and down the street.  Lots of eye candy for me on Valencia St.  The women are the main reason I go to the coffee shop, and to draw and write about them, which I find a fulfilling experience.

     So, I really put in my office hours on the video games today.  It's a full time job.  It does become work at a certain point.  It isn't easy to concentrate, and click on everything.  My body becomes challenged sitting in the chair.  It is like any office job, just being chained to the desk, looking at the computer screen.  At least it is something I like to do.

     I've been going to town making videos, so playing facebook games was the focus today.  Sony games are still down, and there is no sign those games will be up any time soon.

     So, I went to art school, and they had us read a lot of text, which kind of messed up my inclination to get information from visual sources.  Now it is a continual struggle to go from visual mode, to text and image, and to pure text.  All three make pictures in my mind.  Comics of course, are a happy meeting place for text and visuals.

     After all the video game playing, I just want to lay down.  Too bad there isn't a soft lady to lay down with me.  Too bad.  I've gotten used to sleeping alone anyway, and kind of prefer it.

     Let's see, what else?  I sluffed yoga to write at the cafe, and to play video games.  I didn't feel like going today.

     For the last couple of hours, I've been suffering from the mediocre sounds of the meat locker band, with their repetitive staccato bass lines, and unmelodic songs.  There isn't much musical talent in that band.  Silence seems to be a better sound than what they produce.

     A woman walked by in a short black dress today, and the sunlight made it see through, so I was able to see very clearly her lovely heart-shaped ass.  I wanted to fuck it, or at least grab it, or kiss it.  haha.

     Maybe it is good that no one reads anymore, then I can write whatever I want, and no one will give a flying fuck.

     I like writing about sex stuff, and being a huge Howard Stern fan doesn't help.  It's all just comedy.  People get so uptight about human bodies.

     Well, I hope the Sony games get back up into action soon.  I pay $30 a month to play those games, man.  It was a major hack for Sony to shut all the games down.  It pretty much cements my ultra hatred for computer hackers.  They are in the same category of other people I hate, those that produce stupid graffiti.

     That is enough for now, like I said before, I just want to lie down.

     I don't really know if it is 'lay' or 'lie'.  I will have to research that one again.  It's been a while since it was explained to me.

     So, maybe that lady will write a nice blog entry about me, who knows?  Anything helps.

     She kept asking me what I wrote about.  It's kind of hard to explain, but I just told her basically that I wrote about my personal experiences.

     It's a good thing my brother and I updated my website last night.  See?  You never know what will happen the next day.

Making Clone Wars Adventures Videos

     The problem with making Clone Wars Adventures videos for youtube is now I have a bunch of kids watching my shit, and they comment in bad English.
     It's bad enough they follow me in the game all the time, but that is what kids do.  They follow people, until they figure out where to go.
     If you are under 18 reading this shit, get out of here, this shit is not for you.  It's not even legal for you to be here, you little nosy brat.
     Anyway, I'm having fun.  I would be having more fun, but somebody hacked into Sony's old database, and the result was that Sony had to shut down all of their games, affecting  every single person that plays their games.  I don't know how many that is.  Hundreds of thousands?  A million?  Not sure.
     So basically, hackers suck ass.


     Anyway, my website has been updated, so I'm happy about that...    
http://www.wix.com/mattanddavestudios/davidlovins#!

     I've been listening to hours of Howard Stern, playing facebook games, doing computer stuff.  It's a busy life, and I like it.  However, I've got to get going with the financial end of things.
     I want to have more fun in life, and that takes some financial support.  I can't go to Amsterdam, for example, if I don't have the bread.
     I'll figure it all out someday...

     Anyway, it was a good day today.

Selling Myself Into Slavery

     When I make up a title for a blog entry, it's like spinning a wheel of titles in my head, and I pick what pops up.  In this case tonight, I spun it a couple of times, and 'Selling Myself Into Slavery' has been a recent theme for me so that is what the wheel landed on.  Plus, it made me laugh when I said it out loud, so I knew that was the one.
     So what is all this hubbub about selling myself into slavery?  Well, that is what a job is basically.  They own your ass.  I've worked lots of jobs over my life, and that is basically how I feel.  So, if they own my ass, they had better pay for it, or else I won't work for them.
     A lot of jobs I've worked hasn't been worth the ass-owning.

     Anyway, I really could use a job, but even that isn't necessarily true.  I just need the money, so I can continue with my art and video making.

     The reality of selling paintings has pretty much dawned on me.  It ain't going to happen for me.  There hasn't been much point in painting recently, because all that is going to happen is the painting will sit around and collect dust.
 
     At least with video making, people watch my videos.  With my art, no one sees that.  Even if I make a video of my art, not many people care enough to watch it.  But I will keep trying.  I just have had more ideas for Clone Wars videos recently than art videos.

     I haven't written on this blog much lately, because I don't think anybody reads this, so I don't know what the point of it all is, except I do enjoy writing.  So, I will keep writing from time to time.
 
     I write in my head when I am not writing.
     I draw in my head when I am not drawing.  In this case, when I am in yoga class, I draw the bodies and forms in my mind.  Then I try to remember what I drew, to put it on paper later.  I have mixed results, but sometimes I get the shapes and poses pretty good.  I would rather draw from a live model, but those have been in short supply lately, so I do what I can in public places, where every body is moving or walking.  It is good practice.  I like having drawing people as a basis for my art.  Each person is a story.

     So today, I made a crapload of videos for youtube, and put them up.  With the entire Sony gaming network down because their database was hacked into, I've solaced myself with facebook games.  I got caught up with a lot of those.

     The book I am reading currently is 'Conan The Barbarian' the original stories by Robert E. Howard.  I've never read the original stories before, and I am enjoying his writing.
     I guess the literary establishment doesn't approve of sword and sorcery, scantily clad big buxomed women, large snakes, blood, and decapitations, but that is too fucking bad.  I'm enjoying the book.  What the fuck am I going to do, read 'Bright Lights, Big City' about a guy who does a lot of cocaine?  Fuck the literary establishment, they don't know everything.  If Conan saves his kingdom by defeating the beast from the depths, he deserves to plow his cock between the ass cheeks of a pliable red-head or scantily clad blonde as far as I am concerned.  It's just words on paper, and people fuck every day any how, so I don't see what the big fucking deal is.

     As I get older, I am beginning to see some forces at work I didn't notice or care about before.  I see who is in power, and who makes money, and who gets to make the decisions.  I see advertising with its' heavy sexual themes.  No body says a word about the imagery or themes there.  A lot of it is sexual in nature, paid for by companies and corporations, and placed in areas where kids are.  But that is okay.

     So, they finally got Osama Bin Laden.  I wonder what took them so long?

     I'm tired of them calling the U.S.A. by the easier to say 'America'.  Mexico and Canada are America, too.  So are Brazil, Peru, Argentina, and Equador.  The way they use the word 'America' in the media is political, and pulls on people's deep-rooted heart strings.  I don't fall for it much. 

     I've seen a lot of political shenanigans in my life time.  Not much has changed.  I expect to see bullshit in politics for the rest of my life.
     W. Bush got away with it all.  He sure did fool a lot of people.  Pulled the blanket over people's heads, and created fear, so people couldn't see.

     It's all just one big circus.  A con job by the people in power over the populace.  Must be nice to be in the Harvard or Yale club, and laugh all the way to the bank.

     So, what I am is an artist, but for what I do, there are zero jobs for.  I either have to be one hell of an entrepreneur, or buckle down, and sell my soul so I can get a paycheck.

     I am not a fan of doing other people's bitch work, but it may turn out that way for me.

This might be one of the least popular blogs in the world.

     Maybe people read this by chance, or not at all.  Or maybe the hits I have gotten was just some accident.  I don't know.
     I like to write, and possibly spew.
     I've been having trouble making myself write on this blog, though I know if I keep doing it, that I will get more hits eventually.
     I heard on a Howard Stern news report that one blogger made $24,000 in a year.  Is that true?  It could be, if lots of people go to his site, and he earns advertising revenue.  I am glad it happens.  For it to happen to me would be nice, but I guess I need to work harder.  I am not sure.  Or work smarter.  Not sure about that, either.  People watch and read whatever the hell they want to.  Why in god's name would they read my ramblings?  No reason at all.
     I've had lots of ideas for this blog, but now that I am here, I am drawing blanks.  Let's see, I woke up today, being late for yoga, so I sluffed that, preferring to go to the coffee shop.  I literally ended up making a comic book page about a cute bunny fucking a brunette with pigtails who wanted to get fucked.  Haha.  I saw a beautiful girl with pigtails walking down the street, and she became the subject of my comic book page.  It was a fun page to draw.
     My coffee was good.  I enjoyed sitting out there.  It was a little cold, but I managed to get some work done.
     Mostly, it has been about 'Clone Wars Adventures' today.  I made some money, and continued with my building, which is a lot of fun for me.  It is the part of the game that I like the most.  It is a lot of fun.  I enjoy it.
     I was miffed at first by the building.  It was more complicated than building in 'Free Realms'.  I like it more now.  It is a challenge, and I like it.  I am experimenting with architecture, almost a dream come true.  People can visit me on my lot, so it is a cool thing to build a fun play area in a video game.  It is amazing technology.  Never before could this happen, it is awesome.
     The game does get boring, because 'Mine Buster' seems to me to be the best way to make money in the game, so I play that one over and over and over again.
     I enjoy the friendships on the game, and the kids from Clone Wars watch my videos, so it gives my channel hits, which is what I want.  Also, they like to be filmed, so that is good.
     Dialogue in the game is a challenge, with the dialogue box being heavily edited, but there are ways around it.  Hard to communicate, though, when the person doesn't know how to navigate the chat box too well.  It can be frustrating if the person does not have a good vocabulary, and doesn't understand how to form cohesive sentences.
     I am glad to be writing.  I don't know why I delay.  Once I am doing it, I fly.
     Days past, I would just sit at my typewriter, and no one would ever read what I wrote.  At least on the blog, there is a chance someone will read it.
     On the other hand, I don't know if I even want people to read what I write.  I feel naked doing this more than just about anything else.  It is easier for people I don't know to read this, than for people I know.  That is scary, because that affects how they think of me.
     But I don't care, everyone has their own lives.
     Anyway, I played some facebook games yesterday.  The only way I can justify playing so many video games, is that they will end up being videos on youtube, and there is a huge audience out there for people who like to watch video game videos.  I am trying to tap into that.  So far, it is working pretty good.  My art videos, on the other hand, are not doing well at all, but maybe the video game videos are an accessible doorway for people to watch my other stuff.  That is fine with me.
     Currently, an out of tune band that sounds mediocre to me is rehearsing.  It would be better for me if they did not play at all.  They just sound tedious to me, and derivative, without the talent to deliver the goods.
     Anyhow, so Clone Wars is going good.  I barely touch Free Realms anymore, though I like to go in there and build, too.
     Meanwhile on the horizon is Lord of The Rings Online.  That game kind of freaks me out, it is very intensive and realistic.  I love it, though, and enjoy playing it when I am on.
     I still have EverQuest to play for Christ's sake.
     Not to mention EQ II.
     Okay, I have plenty of games to play. 
     It is the video game life.
     I guess the idea is to write tons of blogs, to see what will happen.
     Yeah, I don't know why anybody would read this.  But you never know what people will like.  I have no idea.
     I guess if I worked on my writing more, something would happen.  I am trying, it ain't easy.
     A lot of kids don't even bother to spell words correctly, because it is fashionable to be stupid.  Let's see them get jobs when they are out of school.  Not knowing how to spell or write gets old really fast when you got college classes or you can't get a decent job.
     I'm one to talk.  I can actually read and write and that hasn't gotten me very far at all.  Of course, one day I am hoping it will, but I need fans, and people who read my shit.
     Let's see..what else?  So I love to listen to Howard Stern on youtube, but even that gets old.  I can only listen to so much of that, but then I listen to other stuff and I am not as entertained, so I go back to Howard and Robin.
    Artie Lang, what a fat fuck.  I love Artie, and I despise that fat tub of lard.  I wonder how he is doing?  Probably not especially well.
     So, I never won the popularity contest in school.  I did not even try.  I just tried to be myself, without putting on a show all the time for cheap attention.  I was jealous of guys who got attention from females.  I wasn't even smoking and drinking, and I was young and skinny, and mostly ignored.  Man, I thought people cared about art, they could give a fuck.  Haha.  It is the same way today.  I have not figured out how to get people to care about my art, or to even see it, even though it is available on youtube.  They just don't care, and why should they?  I don't blame them.
     Let's see...what else?  Let's see, can't talk about family...that is a no-no.  I don't know why.  I guess they don't want to be talked about.  Oh well.  Their loss.  I would love for them to talk about me.  It would just be free advertising.
    Let's see, I've been thinking about 'The Land of Oz'.  I don't know what sense that place makes.  Or what it means.  It is just make-believe, though growing up, I was wishing that place was real.  Now I got 'Free Realms' and it is the same thing.  Same kind of magic innocent land with pixies and fairies and magic and all the good stuff, and women in flowing elegant dresses or whatever, and armored men who can kick ass.
     Let's see...what else?  I don't know.  I just know I love to write.  I am pretty happy just letting my fingers move across the keyboard.  It took me years to get used to this computer shit.  I liked manual typewriters the best, I liked the ebb and flow.  Now I am used to this, and I barely touch my manual typewriter.  No one will read what I type there, so I don't bother.
     I like to share what is going on in my life and in my mind.  It is fun.  I hope no one holds it against me for being me.  I like being me, and if other people don't like it, then fuck them.
     People seem to be nosy about what I write and draw in public places.  They are always copping for a peek, but never say anything.  I notice their eyes.  I guess they are just curious.  I try not to peek or look at people's shit, or try to read the titles of the books they are reading, it is a little intrusive.  Okay, sometimes you can't help it.  Certain situations you can't ignore.
     I keep wanting to write about the behaviors of men in the YMCA locker room.  I walk into the steam room with a towel wrapped around me.  Sometimes, every body is completely nude and naked in there.  Sometimes, some are naked, and some have towels.  Sometimes everyone has towels, but then a completely nude man will walk in, not even holding a towel, apparently completely fine with imposing his nudity on the other men, who may or may not like it, or might not care, or some might care, or some might enjoy it a lot.  Anyways, there are lots of things I notice.  There seems to be an equal mix of gay and straight men.  Personally, I don't need to see male ass.  Only at times is it interesting if it is for some art thing.  I would much rather see naked women, that is more my thing.
    Let's see, I haven't gotten laid in a while.  I would like to rectify that situation soon, but that is impossible unless there is some woman who wants me to fuck her.
    One of the things I've been thinking about is the population of the world.  There are so many people.  Basically, we can not take care of the people we have, and there aren't enough jobs.  People go to bed hungry, well, some people don't have beds.  Or food.  Or a place to live.  Or clean drinking water.  So, it is a fucked up world basically.
     Humans aren't that important, or are they?  Only certain ones, I guess.  I am not very important, nobody takes me seriously, and why should they?  No reason at all.
     I can't get published.  I haven't tried.  Why bother?  No one reads anymore. 
    Well, they read a lot, actually.  It's just not always books.  They got their portable electronic devices.
     Man, I am really going with the words.  Happens, when I get on a roll.  I am not really writing about anything at this point, just spewing.  Maybe someday I will go over this, and edit...or not.  I  don't like to edit myself.
     I want to talk about dick and penis and vagina and orgasms and sex.  That sounds fun, but then I get bored after three minutes, like most people.  I just like to pump and cum, anyhow.  No, that isn't true.  Anyway, I am confused about the subject.  No, I am not.  I like sex, and I like all sexual things.  Well, some of the things, I don't like it all.  It isn't always pretty.  I am just fascinated, and sometimes I get pretty horny.  Booze makes me horny in a hungry way.  I've actually been successful to get laid while slightly inebriated.  It works, and it helps that I like to drink.  Hey, getting drunk is how the human race has populated itself.  Women are so passive, and understated in meeting me.  They don't care, and have nothing to say to me, nor I to them, except, 'Hey, you want to get it on?"  I don't enjoy talking that much in general, unless I am in the mood.  I am a sucker for people taking advantage of my willingness to listen.  My comprehension is good, so I can help piece together their fucked-up scattered minds.
     I have not been reading much.  The only book I am reading when I bother to open the pages is 'Conan The Barbarian'.  When I read it, it is good.  I enjoy the prose.  Robert E. Howard is a good writer.  Too bad he shot himself in the head.  Writers are fucked up people.  Imagine writing Conan in Texas during the thirties?  No one gave a shit about his work.  Now it is an online game, and there is a new Conan movie coming out. 
     Well, well, well.  That is enough damage for now.  I really enjoyed writing this entry.  It is mostly about nothing, just about shit that has been in my mind.  I haven't even bothered to empty out all of mind's contents.  Maybe I will at some future point when the next idea comes.