April 27, 2009
April 14, 2009
Ever have one of those day that you wished you stayed in bed? Those days that it seems nothing is quite going your way? Those days that after 20-some-odd years you managed to somehow wet the bed? I probably lost the majority on that one, and no that hasn’t happened to me. Honest. I’ll admit to being a gassy offender in a crowded room, but bed-wetting? That’s where I draw a line.
But I’m not here to talk about wee toddler life problems. (Ha-ha… wee.) Just life in general. If you’ve had one of those days that feels like “Oh no, it’s going to be one of those days,” then this is for you. Especially if you are not a morning person.
Welcome to life!
Everyday isn’t going to be sunny. Apparently, especially, if you live up in northwestern USA like the characters from Twilight. And did I just make an obscure Twilight reference? Yes I did. For no reason. It’s weird how I stopped caring about how pale everyone in the movie looked by the time the movie was over. I also almost sorta forgot the movie was even about vampires and forbidden love. Okay, maybe not. But yeah, that movie surely snuck up on me and made me like it. I hate you Twilight, and for that I may end up in a theater to see the sequel. I hate that I love you. I wish I knew how to quit you. Curse you.
Mondays. Wait, no. Tuesdays. It’s like Monday though. Especially if you didn’t have school/work on Monday. Basically it’s just the dreadful beginning of the week. I need to find motivation for getting up and getting the job started. Sometimes wearing myself out the night before works. I get so worked up that I’m knocked out by 10pm. That usually involves dancing like the Peanuts gang in my room for a good hour to whatever iSaac might be playing at the time as long as it’s got a solid up tempo beat.
Or perhaps I’ll plan to prepare myself an unlawfully good breakfast when I awaken from a stupendous slumber. I think this is where it might help to have a clone, or a wife, or a man-servant, to prepare this for me, so I can wake up to the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes, french toast, coffee, orange juice, milk, apple juice and a napkin. Oh, how I love the smell of napkins in the morning!
That might not work for you. And to be honest, it doesn’t always work for me either. It’s not that I think Tuesday (or Monday) will be dreadful. I know it is. I don’t want to find out if I’m right or wrong.
And staying in bed doesn’t help matters. It gives me flashbacks of having the flu. The pampering and sympathy is nice, but cabin fever will quickly put a stop to that. And no, not that horrible movie. Hey, I personally did not like it. I don’t care if it was supposed to be subtle humor! That was the first time I lost my appetite and I was really enjoying my cup of ramen noodles. I’m so glad I wasn’t eating extra saucy BBQ or buffalo wings. [Cringes.]
So how can one escape the Monday Morning blues? Escape from your bed. Immediately! Staying there will only prolong the onset of Monday’s dread-lock. Considering you are awake and giving yourself the too-tired-to-care stare in the mirror, crack a smile. They say smiling is contagious. So is yawning, but don’t do that! Stop it. If you feel it coming, start laughing. Out loud. Loudly. And shake your head side to side so that (if applicable) your hair does a silly dance.
Continue this until you consider the possibility of someone walking by knocking and/or poking their head in to see if you are feeling okay. If you live alone, and someone does this… then apparently you aren’t alone and you might begin to be in terror. Regardless, it’s a different start to your morning and your day might not be as doomed as you dreaded. Don’t believe me? Try it. In the meantime, I shall relish in the thought of knowing there will be a number of people across the planet actually doing this. Besides me, of course. However, I wonder how many of said people will be enjoying a delicious breakfast afterwards. Just a thought.
January 20, 2009
We’ve waited for this moment for a long time, and it’s become something of a sweet anticipation. I know I’ve been waiting for close to a year for this to happen waiting for the day, down to the hour, and now its here. History in the making. I know people who were there since the beginning, and people who are on the way. And now, the time has come. Change will happen. Today… the new IHOP is open!
Oh yeah, and today, Barack Obama will stop using the “President-Elect” and will be officially sworn in as “President of the United States of America.” Like many of my family members, specifically the older/elderly ones, I didn’t think I’d see this day. Actually, I didn’t think I’d see it so soon. And I think it’s like summer vacation, where it doesn’t really hit me until a few days later, “Hey, I’m on vacation!” So from election day to even later today, it’ll just hit me again, “Hey, a black dude named Obama is my president!” I’d like to note, I’m going to miss the Bushisms.
I wasn’t planning on being in DC whatsoever, regardless if I thought I could make it there or not. I’m a CNN junkie. Plus it’s winter and there’s a wave of disgustingly bitter coldness. So excuse me whilest I stay indoors. But it’s amazing to see the footage of the millions people all over the Capitol city. It gives me flashbacks of the footage I saw when MLK marched in Washington about 50 years ago for this very reason. It’s like history comes full circle. It’s been an amazing weekend for America. And it can’t be coincidence that yesterday was King Day.
So, I’m speaking for myself here, but it’s great to be alive and American (and Black) today, because I’m witnessing history and going to IHOP sometime later.
January 5, 2009
October 27, 2008
My brain is severely scattered today. I’ve managed to complete about 7 files… which isn’t too bad, especially for how I’ve been feeling these past few Mondays. Plus my day isn’t nearly over. I’d much rather remain asleep and start work on Tuesday. But that won’t work because then Tuesday becomes the new Monday. It’s a terrible cycle. Too many distractions. Right now, my grandmother is preparing something that looks like apple crisp. It looks delicious even without being cooked yet. But I feel not-so-good due to a hefty breakfast I made myself this morning. It was good, but maybe a little too good. AND I’m a little sleepy from reading too much into all five of the Saw movies. I’ve only seen the first two… And those movies I’m not really into. I don’t care much for gore and torture. But with my overactive imagination, I read the plots to all 5 movies, and how the devices worked and what happened to all the victims. I did that for about 2-3 hours before I realized I should get some sleep… but I was a bit too terrified to do so because images like to playback in my dreams making it a little too real for me. SO after watching some Marx Brothers movies and a few Sudoku and solitaire games later, I was off to sleep with no torture-related nightmares. My waked-up time was between 6 and 7 am, and I didn’t fall asleep until about 3 am. Yay!
Prior to my research into dreary doomland, I hopped back into my screenwriting chair and formatted a previously written script into a more professional-looking one. When I’m in a zone (or away from a computer that has Final Draft), I’ll write a rough draft in MS Word, and just use a format I always see in high school or church plays:
BILLY: I ate a rock.
TIMMY: That’s too bad.
BILLY: I know. (cries)
It’s only 4 pages, but it tells quite a story. I strived for realism in the dialogue, and after having someone read through it, I think I achieved that much. Unlike what I usually write, this is on the dramatic/sad side. It’s about the break up of an affair between a guy and a girl who have a secret to share with each other. Hey, it’s only 4 pages, I can’t give everything away.
I feel like working on one of the last projects I started back on my last writing retreat… which is coincidentally titled “The Writing Retreat.” Guess what it’s about! That’s right… making apple crisp. Well, after sitting in bed trying to clear my mind of senseless violence, I came up with another character to add to the story. The hotel I stayed at seems like it encouraged people to live there… So I came up with a character who lived at the hotel that the main character can interact with at different occasions while he’s there. I haven’t really touched the story itself since a few months ago, but if I get a chance tonight, I’ll rewrite it before working on the actual script itself. All of this after a quick Sudoku of course. I also want to put some time in on my Noah Madison project thanks to Jaden’s latest post. I need to schedule time to work on certain projects just so no one feels ignored. (I hear your cries Fickette, I miss you too!)
I have a love/hate feeling towards the actual screenwriting process. I like writing dialogue… but it just takes so long for me sometimes–keeping track of the character’s personalities, how they would speak, what they would say, and still making it sound believable… unless every character is just so outrageous, that they can get away with grunts.
I really want to see Wall-E after hearing so much good about it and it’s non-use of speech. Better yet, I wonder if I could get my hands on the screenplay to see how that reads.
Okay, I must snap out of it and get back to “real work” and do some early knocking-out-of-the-park numbers so I can slack off on Thursday. We’ve got a meeting at the office and it’s requested I be there so I can bring some food back for my mom. It’s supposed to be catered with all sorts of yummies. But I’m in a Monday mood, so I can care less about going to a meeting right now. Even with free catered food. What do I really care about? I want to either be on my laptop or under the covers being unconscious. But we can’t have everything, can we? Yes we can! Obama told me so.
October 20, 2008
‘Tis a new week. I feel good. I feel pumped. Perhaps this is the week I’m back on my game destroying these files and ranking in the high numbers. Taking back my imaginary invisible crown I pretend I don’t like to wear. I wouldn’t wear it either, I’d just hang it somewhere so no one would even know I have it. I like to let my work stand out. But I desire some BK French toast sticks first.
In completely non-office related news, I had a long discussion with an old friend, er, brother from Purchase on Friday night… or Saturday morning. It inspired me, no, propelled me to publish a poem I had written but never typed. Due to where it’s published, I’m not going to display it here on the blog and I’ll make you use the link to read it. It’s on Behance, since it’s such an awesome site and all, I like to plug where credit is due.
Anyway, I actually wrote this poem while I was at work one day (still in the office at the time) and had Coldplay’s Viva la Vida on repeat for who knows how long. But the song was motivation for the inspiration of this poem about my friend, who I reigned as an outlaw king with, on a starry night on campus. (If you’ve never heard the song, give it a listen, and if you can help it, listen to it while you read the poem.) There’s lot of metaphors galore and surrealistic images about in the poem and tells an abstract true story. It’s a poem that’s really meant for him, but appeals or relates to those who went to Purchase too. I could imagine a lot of my friends having a similar experience to what I portray. One friend has already revealed they truly felt the message I delivered. But I can completely understand if you have no idea about this college, or the relationship my friend and I had, and this one kinda goes over your head. This is just my disclaimer in saying, this one might not be for you. But if you “get it” and enjoy it, then that’s awesome! Welcome to a slice of Purchase life. And even if you don’t really get it, at least enjoy the imagery I paint. Without further adieu, I present The Night We Ruled the World.
Special shout outs to the Dagger and Magz.
October 3, 2008
September 26, 2008
I want to start a weekly thing here. Every Friday I’ll talk about a song or album or artist or something musically involved that I think is on the awesomer side of life. Today I’d like to discuss the beautiful and talented Solange Knowles. I’m not sure where to begin, but I guess we’ll go with the obvious. Yes she is a girl.
Really though… this singer has managed to channel her sound back to the 60′s, 70′s and instantly I think I fell in love. The same thing happened with Joss Stone. So now… I think there’s an inner battle–Joss or Solange? Solange or Joss? Chicken or the egg? Cheese or meatlovers? Paper or plastic? …Oh wait, they don’t really do paper anymore. But the point is, these two women now have a special place in my heart. And let’s not forget the awesome Leela James. She’s got raw power too. Leela, Joss and Solange need to get together and do something awesome… But I don’t see it happening. Personally I think Leela is on another level all her own.
But I digress, we’re talking about music, not my future possible wife. Solange’s Dancing in the Dark is my pick for a song everyone should listen to at least 3 times. I’d have it on repeat for about an hour. I actually did that yesterday. The whole album is about an hour, but I took off like 3-4 songs I didn’t care for. I love her, but I need the space on my iPod until I get a newer bigger one. Anyway, the whole album is great to listen to, but if I had to pick one song, I think ummmm… T.O.N.Y. or ummmm… Sandcastle Disco. There’s actually a video for that one. OH! 6 O’Clock Blues. Okay, so for my iPick, I’ll just say Sol-angeL and the Hadley St. Dreams. Check it out immediately.
In other news, it’s raining a lot today. My fingers got pruny just looking out the window.
I had a rough week trying to make my quota at work. BUT I did it. And almost with flying colors. Wednesday I took a bat to those files and start beating them senselessly. Figuratively of course. I don’t own a bat. But after going crazy, I continued my rampage most of Thursday morning. I drifted off into another world for a couple hours, came back and ordered bad fried food, then went back to work. And by the way there is good fried food and bad fried food. This was bad just because it was fried badly. Good fried is like… bacon. My grandmother made some today. I wish I had more and I’m glad I didn’t share. She made eggs and buttered toast too.
I always wondered if it’s possible to be too awesome. I think it might be. With all this cooking my grandmother is doing, I’m going to be obese. Obesity is excess awesome. But I need to get back to the gym. I know I keep saying that, but I think maybe Monday. Monday seems good. Yes, Monday.
Texting and driving is dangerous. Slightly less dangerous: iPodding and driving. I kinda just shortened it to just iPodding. Or is it iPoding? I don’t know… but the definition would be manipulating your iPod in anyway. It’s a verb. Even though I’m know to text and iPoding and eating while driving… I don’t advise anyone else should live on the edge like me.
Lastly, I bought a game for my computer. I’m allowed! I can have some fun sometimes if I want. I don’t have to work or write all the time! I need to exercise my brain with other things… which is why I bought this $10 game called “Brain Teasers” so I can tease my brain. It might hate me later for the insults, but we’ll get over it.
I’m gonna go play now.
August 22, 2008