tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2045574584792727532024-03-05T09:58:46.883-08:00Luddite With A Laser Gun: The Official B.Log Of Gabriel R. MillerWriting things nobody reads, saying things nobody hears, preaching things nobody believes...Gabriel R Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07592378274138637124noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204557458479272753.post-54144110905913040552018-03-18T00:26:00.001-07:002018-03-18T00:26:27.998-07:00The Unemployment Logs, Chapter i<div style="text-align: center;"><b>~ 3/13/2018 ~</b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdk3bRus4JZd6A9nGqfNe6pcvyvMtvr7ddKfOcH3S9I9pZLsJOAaMeF1jrImUdPScHFYOdtjLC0Xqv7U6tYfhiBUQ3FlMX_Ij6AiLW36Lzmh4bvb9vJZVzu_5KpVctm8EZMb2pA5Tkeo/s1600/nomadland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdk3bRus4JZd6A9nGqfNe6pcvyvMtvr7ddKfOcH3S9I9pZLsJOAaMeF1jrImUdPScHFYOdtjLC0Xqv7U6tYfhiBUQ3FlMX_Ij6AiLW36Lzmh4bvb9vJZVzu_5KpVctm8EZMb2pA5Tkeo/s320/nomadland.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Currently listening to an audiobook called <i>Nomadland</i> about American seniors forced into nomadic living and migrant work when their finances failed, and the more I listen the more I realize that I could never live this kind of life. Mostly it's the migrant work that I just know I couldn't handle. They travel from place to place working for a few weeks or months in an Amazon warehouse or harvesting sugar beets or working as campsite hosts in national parks, and from the stories in the book they're treated like shit, paid minimum wage, work mandatory 12+ hour days, frequently perform unpaid overtime, and expected to grin and say, "Thank you, sir! May I have another?"<br />
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I couldn't do it. Companies who break the law - many of them contracted by the government who is supposed to enforce that law - and then expect their employees to be grateful for it send me into a rage that - were I in that position - would probably end in murder. Am I just spoiled? According to the people profiting on the backs of senior labor I am, and apparently those companies are staunch vertebrae in the backbone of the economy!<br />
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I don't think I can ever work full-time for somebody else again anyway. That is my goal in life at this point: Find a way to work only for myself from now on. That is the central theme that all my post-layoff plans revolve around. I'm both excited and terrified to see if I can make them work.<br />
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Seriously though, it really is the ultimate violation. If I were an employer and asked a potential candidate to drop trou' and let me inspect their genitals, I'd be driven out of business overnight and probably locked up, but when a potential employer demands to look even deeper inside, at the fluids and sometimes tissue produced by those intimate parts, that is not only considered completely reasonable in the minds of the public, but to some that employer is looked upon as a stand-up member of the community - a bastion against a propagandized plague they've been taught to revile and fear their whole life. Forget that, provided it doesn't affect my on-the-job performance, what I do in my private time should be my own business. Forget that I should be able to do whatever I want with my own body, so long as it doesn't infringe on the rights of others. Forget that uncounted millions of Americans ingest intoxicants every single day and yet still manage to be productive, contributing members of society. Forget all of that, because we have to stop drug users from...what? Getting jobs so they don't have to steal to support their either recreational or habitual drug use?<br />
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Fuck that. I'm never taking a drug test again. If I starve, so be it. I'd rather be dead than live in Gattaca.<br />
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We should boycott companies that conduct routine and/or random drug screenings. Of course it would mean boycotting damn near every company, but maybe we could all just start with one and work our way out to the others in turn.<br />
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Yeah, and maybe people will start thinking for themselves instead of blindly accepting what the media/government/church/society tells them to.<br />
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I need to stop thinking so much. I need to learn to turn off my brain, eat my heaping bowl of shit, smile, and say, "Thank you, sir! May I have another?" I'd probably be a lot happier that way.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>~ 03/15/2018 ~</b> </div><br />
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(I feel I should note at this point that I don't actually know whether WorkSource is a private contractor or a government agency, and I don't want to mislead anyone into thinking that I do. All I know is that it kinda feels like one, and I worry about that sort of thing. If it turns out that I am wrong, I apologize. Don't take my word for this shit. How 'bout a little due-diligence on your part, slacker!)<br />
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On the upside, it turns out there are programs available for people like me, who hold grand delusions of self-employed success and would rather suck crabs off a camel's sandy sack than have to apply for the privilege of doing a job we hate in order to fill someone else's pockets with the fruits of our labor. <br />
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Did that sound bitter?<br />
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Well, fuck. I guess I am a little bitter. Maybe I would be less so if there were some individual or small group of individuals that I could convince myself were responsible for the sorry, cock-biting state of affairs that is the American job market, but there isn't, and consequently there is nowhere to aim my frustration, so all it can do is stew. This cluster-rape of the local economy was carried out by dozens - if not hundreds - of individuals spread out all over the country and was facilitated by laws and oversight that every American of voting age (myself included) allowed to spin out of control like a freebasing figure-skater and kick up the whirlwind of middle-class devastation that currently ravages the socioeconomic landscape.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXW17iNl5FXvAOhOsw1TZD90gL9BTqSGF43dZYf_gGU_vXLpLpOKaHCyP_wsAXGJZm2PxP393i7cCMHboKE4aqVHXUiEwWkWCHbr564KoYzvteemAyklBqXrxoCzMk9Xktt1EKRw0mkc/s1600/calvin+mediocrity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="650" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXW17iNl5FXvAOhOsw1TZD90gL9BTqSGF43dZYf_gGU_vXLpLpOKaHCyP_wsAXGJZm2PxP393i7cCMHboKE4aqVHXUiEwWkWCHbr564KoYzvteemAyklBqXrxoCzMk9Xktt1EKRw0mkc/s320/calvin+mediocrity.jpg" width="246" /></a></div>Which begs the question, whom am I to blame for this mess, when the pool of those responsible stretches as far and wide as the borders of this country and is saturated with the apathetic urea of three hundred million citizens, none of whom seem to have read the sign about not pissing in the water?<br />
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In the end, I guess I can only blame myself for staying mired in a puddle of lukewarm safety when what I should have done years ago was pull myself out and lay something on the line. Yeah, it could have ended badly, but at least I would have been striving for something worthwhile. Now it's still ending badly, but all I can say is that I risked nothing for nothing to no end.<br />
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On the bright side, I'm still eligible for unemployment.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>~ 03/17/2018 ~</b></div><br />
Submitted a story for publication for the first time in nearly two years!<br />
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Now, to be clear, I'm not talking about a new story. In fact, it's the same story I submitted almost two years back. Yay progress!<br />
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I'm not proud of this level of procrastination and I realize I should have been submitting my finished stories left and right until I either found someone to buy them or exhausted every market and had to resign myself to the fact that they are unsellable, but I'm doing it now which is a step in the right direction, so fuck you for being so goddamn hypercritical (he said to the one actually leveling the accusations at him - namely, himself)!<br />
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Now I just need to get some actual story writing done<br />
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-GABE<br />
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Remember, you can FOLLOW me on Twitter (<a href="https://www.twitter.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>) and Instagram (<a href="https://www.instagram.com/gabrielrmiller">CLICK HERE</a>), LIKE me on Facebook (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>), and SUBSCRIBE to my YouTube channel (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>) if you haven't already. Hope to see you there!<i><i><i></i></i></i>Gabriel R Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07592378274138637124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204557458479272753.post-46521380044520754122018-03-13T05:17:00.002-07:002018-03-13T05:17:43.985-07:00I'm Back, Motherfuckers!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yeah, I know, opening a post by implying that all of you good people are secretly doinking your own mothers is kind of an aggressive way to announce my return to the blogosphere, but after such a long absence I figure the first post I write is going to set the tone for everything that comes after, and I don't want anybody wandering in here thinking they're going to find the same old posts by the same old Gabe they got so comfortable with all those years ago. I am <b>NOT</b> the person who wrote those old posts. I am older, I have more scar tissue on both my body and my soul, and I have neither the time nor the inclination to tiptoe around the fragile sensibilities of the more conservative people I'm friends with on Facebook. No disrespect to you if you're one of them, but if the word <i>fuck</i> is too much for you to bear, please just block my posts from showing up in your feed. We can still be friends, but these posts are for people who are interested in what's going on in my head, and my head is a place where <i>fuck</i> is one of the kinder, gentler words getting bandied about on a minute-by-minute basis.<br />
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Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, I expect anyone still reading is cool with me just being me, for better or (maybe <i>especially</i>) for worse.<br />
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<b>A QUICK RECAP OF THE PAST THREE AND A HALF YEARS:</b><br />
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<i>- Year One -</i></div>
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Love!<br />
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No writing.<br />
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<i>- Year Two -</i></div>
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More love!!!<br />
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I write two short stories, neither of which reaches the point of being fit for publication. Net result: No writing.<br />
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All my favorite celebrities die.<br />
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My mother dies.<br />
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Creditors assure me that, due to my extreme credit card debt, I have qualified for emergency assistance and, provided I do not miss any future payments, interest will stop accruing and my debts will be paid off in no more than five years. I breathe a sigh of relief and they immediately charge-off my account and sell the debt to a collection agency. <i>FUCK!</i><br />
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My son has been accepted to Stanford!!!<br />
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The company I work for gets bought-out. The corporation that did the buying tell us to expect business as usual and that nothing will change, but I read between the lines and determine that there's a Texas-sized downsizing on the horizon. Corporate denies everything. Business as usual, they say. I refuse to be lulled into a false sense of security.<br />
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Trump wins the election.<br />
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At least next year can't get any worse.<br />
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<i>- Year Three -</i></div>
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Trump takes office.<br />
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It gets worse.<br />
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Corporate informs us that our entire department is going to be outsourced to North Carolina, but they're not telling us when. We'll just have to wait and find out. I hate to say <i>I told you so</i>, but...<br />
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Romantic love cools and solidifies into platonic love.<br />
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I haven't written anything worth submitting for publication in years!%&@*!<br />
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False starts at new novels, all of which fizzle out after a few chapters. Net result: No writing.<br />
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Platonic love isn't enough. The love of my life and I break up the day before I drive my son to California to begin his first year at Stanford. It is mutual but nonetheless crushing. I don't think I believe in romantic love anymore.<br />
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Several attempts at dating with absolutely no positive results.<br />
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Turns out the breakup wasn't as mutual as I thought it was. I feel like a steaming sack of shit, and the worst part is that I can only blame myself.<br />
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I forget to pay my property taxes for an entire year! Yay!<br />
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Hanging in a professional and personal Limbo the like of which I have never experienced, I want to believe 2018 can't possibly get any worse, but I seem to recall having a similar thought before.<br />
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<i>- And A Half -</i></div>
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I turn thirty-nine.<br />
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Notice arrives in the mail that a collection agency is suing me for my credit card debt. Panic ensues. Lawyers are consulted. I spend three weeks enduring sweaty terror-shits.<br />
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My boss calls me into the conference room and tells me that the hammer has finally fallen, that I will be out of a job by May 11th, maybe sooner (depending on how many people in my department up and quit between now and then).<br />
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With the impending end of my fifteen years of dedicated employment no longer just an amorphous doom cloud floating hazily in the future and my faith in the redemptive power of romantic love completely shattered, my fight-or-flight sense kicks into gear and I realize that if ever there was a moment to pull my head out of my ass and start pursuing my dreams seriously, this is it. In the words of Black Cougar Shock Unit (they're a band, I swear), I'm done fucking around.<br />
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What better way to stop fucking around than to update my blog?<br />
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Yes. Weep. A blog post as a life-affirming declaration of intent. This is the future, and the future is fucked.<br />
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And now you're all caught-up (or as caught-up as I care to get you)! Where does it go from here? Who knows. I have plans, but as Public Enemy once titled an album, <i>Man Plans, God Laughs</i>. I'll keep you updated. And this time, I might actually do it.<br />
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-GABE<br />
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Remember, you can FOLLOW me on Twitter (<a href="https://www.twitter.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>) and Instagram (<a href="https://www.instagram.com/gabrielrmiller">CLICK HERE</a>), LIKE me on Facebook (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>), and SUBSCRIBE to my YouTube channel (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>) if you haven't already. Hope to see you there!Gabriel R Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07592378274138637124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204557458479272753.post-91597530492436320212014-09-14T15:13:00.000-07:002014-09-14T15:13:28.674-07:00They Say You Never Forget Your First Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://pseudopod.org/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGDoIGAp0UPJjkzVhsvUHnjks_fBn04EJtP7j8ZY7rGNPVqQtGD8OjGLoTSw3hjulo03erY3sBojBmWSOX-0XX1wfGa3yDkSMHW6kdUbOacnTAQD9XVrOtwXlYtve2Y7Olr-cyjiLW9s/s320/Pseudopod.jpg" /></a></div><B>It's up now!!!</b><br />
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I am, of course, referring to my first published story - <I>Digit</i> - which you can find in audio format by heading over to Pseudopod.org (<a href="http://pseudopod.org/2014/09/13/pseudopod-403-flash-on-the-borderlands-xxi-the-tyranny-of-objects/">CLICK HERE</a> to go straight to it!), where you can stream it or download it, along with a backlog of over 400 more episodes, for free. It's also on iTunes, on Pseudopod's podcast page (it's episode 403: Flash On The Borderlands XXI: The Tyranny Of Objects).<br />
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Thank you so much to Pseudopod, for being the first to purchase one of my stories (Follow them on <a href="https://twitter.com/pseudopod_org">Twitter</a> and subscribe to them on iTunes!), and to Kyle Akers, for a fantastic reading (Follow him on <a href="https://twitter.com/notkyleakers">Twitter</a> as well!)!<br />
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So give the story a listen, will ya?<br />
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Oh, and for a little extra fun, <a href="http://pseudopod.org/2012/06/08/pseudopod-285-kill-screen/">CLICK HERE</a> and download or stream <i>Pseudopod 285: Kill Screen</i> - the very first horror podcast I ever listened to. It gave me a good chill, but then, I <i>am</i> a child of the '80s.<br />
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-GABE<br />
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Remember, you can FOLLOW me on Twitter (<a href="http://www.twitter.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>) and Instagram (<a href="http://instagram.com/gabrielrmiller">CLICK HERE</a>), LIKE me on Facebook (<a href="http://www.facebook.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>), and SUBSCRIBE to my YouTube channel (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a>) if you haven't already. Hope to see you there!Gabriel R Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07592378274138637124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204557458479272753.post-6079089524227621062014-09-12T13:22:00.001-07:002014-09-12T13:22:05.100-07:00Long Time, No See!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBr9u1_pJGrbRLSJ_Lxa3VSwdp8xtK_Tv4b76YK8qVKiDzHr_xi2_TlvijyEHV1iAIaJy5VymmZzw7_VUX4KdNHaUcAMHiWXccKipefdfXxz9BTRxmHVuOFHkQ72wsToiesfJK6glqTBQ/s1600/20140324_062145_resized_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBr9u1_pJGrbRLSJ_Lxa3VSwdp8xtK_Tv4b76YK8qVKiDzHr_xi2_TlvijyEHV1iAIaJy5VymmZzw7_VUX4KdNHaUcAMHiWXccKipefdfXxz9BTRxmHVuOFHkQ72wsToiesfJK6glqTBQ/s320/20140324_062145_resized_5.jpg" /></a></div>If you subscribe to my YouTube channel (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/GabrielRMiller">CLICK HERE</a> if you'd like to!), you might have watched the last video I posted, in which I silently shave my head before unceremoniously turning off the camera, and gotten the crazy idea in your head that I'd killed myself or something. My deepening depression in the videos leading up to it, as well as my total V.Logging and B.Logging silence thereafter, might have contributed to this misconception.<br />
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Well, I'm here to ease your mind. <I>I'm NOT dead.</i> I just wished I was for a little while there.<br />
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Okay, maybe a <I>long</i> while.<br />
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To bring you up to speed, in the intervening year-plus I've sold my first story, gotten divorced, started on antidepressants, gotten my first cell phone, made a rough peace with my ex, fallen madly in-love, and been fallen madly in-love with. I false-started a B-movie review B.Log that I hope to start updating again soon (<a href="http://spokaneschlock.blogspot.com">CLICK HERE</a> to see what I managed to post before sputtering out), and I've passed the 1200 page mark in my first novel. I've also stalled in the back quarter of that same novel, and have found it nearly impossible to get back into it. It's strictly a self-discipline (or lack thereof) issue, I know, but stalled is where I'm at, and I won't pretend otherwise, even if you good people have no way of knowing whether or not anything I say here is true.<br />
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Anyway, that story I sold should see publication later today, and I'll post the link to it here as soon as I see that it's been posted. I hope you'll check it out. I think it's a pretty good little piece, even if I am a bit biased.<br />
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</tbody></table>I started off with a half-assed attempt at writing a short story that ended up dragging on until early this month, when I finally decided to scrap it. I started a YouTube show in May (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/roadtothemovies">CLICK HERE </a>to go to my channel, if you dare) that consumed my time, drained me creatively, and interested nobody. During the YouTube months (May - August) I got exactly ZERO fiction writing done. I submitted stories for publication far fewer times than I should have. I managed to make only negative headway at paying off my credit card. And, to top it all off, my daughter (who officially became a teenager this year) refuses to hug me anymore.<br />
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Not exactly the end of the world, but still kinda crap.<br />
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But it hasn't been all bad. Though the YouTube channel never did any business, it gave me an excuse to have some fun with my brothers and some friends. And since quitting YouTube, I've finished 3 short stories, and am halfway through a fourth. My wife graduated from college and will end up earning a better wage on her date of hire than I make after working at my company for 10 years. And though my daughter refuses to hug me, all of my children are healthy, happy, and continue to maintain 4.0 GPAs.<br />
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So, yeah. Ups and downs. What can you do?<br />
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With that in mind, I present a recap of my month of beard growing, starting on the 1st (the day I last shaved) and ending with today. Goodbye, No-Shave November! I'll miss you!<br />
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Next up, Decembeard, Januhairy, and Furbruary!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/5/12 - Title: <i>Lost Hope</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/6/12 - Title: <i>Let's Get This Over With</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/7/12 - Title: <i>Seattle, 1992</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/8/12 - Title: <i>You Forgot To Wipe That Crap Off Your Face</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/9/12 - Title: <i>Grecian 5 O'Clock Shadow</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/10/12 - Title: <i>Transvestite Gives Up</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/11/12 - Title: <i>Potentially Suspicious, Depending On Location</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/12/12 - Title: <i>I'm Not Gonna Kiss You Until You Shave That Off</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/13/12 - Title: <i>Happy-Go-Unlucky</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/14/12 - Title: <i>Drinking Binge, Week 2</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/15/12 - Title: <i>Halfway There, I No Longer Care</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/16/12 - Title: <i>Just Reached Base Camp</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/17/12 - Title: <i>Everybody Must Get Stoned</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/18/12 - Title: <i>S.S.D.D.</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/19/12 - Title: <i>So Totally Over It</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/20/12 - Title: <i>Up For Review</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/21/12 - Title:<i> Wooly Manmouth</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/22/12 - Title: <i>Grateful Dawg</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/23/12 - Title: <i>Lone Survivor</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/24/12 - Title: <i>Moronic, The Hedgehog</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/25/12 - Title: <i>Mole-Man</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/26/12 - Title: <i>Dawn of Man</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/27/12 - Title:<i> Face-Kicked by a Hobbit Foot</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/28/12 - Title: <i>Hopeful Sailor</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11/29/12 - Title:<i> I'm Totally Over Clever Titles</i></td></tr>
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I call this look, <i>End of Days</i>.<br />
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Anyway, like I said, I blew it. I know I blew it. I take full responsibility. The month is almost over. I'll try again tomorrow. As for today, screw it. I feel like crap. I'm not writing any more today, which is probably a relief to both of us.<br />
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I call this look, <i>I'm Totally Over Clever Titles</i>.<br />
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I don't write regularly. I've been writing pretty much every day (I missed last Saturday), but never at the same time or in the same place. What I really need in my writing life is some regularity. Insert Ex-Lax joke here.<br />
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I built myself a writing nook in my furnace room earlier this year, and have only used it five or six times. It's small and free of distractions (the regular roar of the furnace necessitates the use of earmuffs, which effectively deafen me), which is exactly what King recommends. I think the main thing keeping me out of it is that the chair in there isn't very comfortable, but that's a BS excuse, because none of the other chairs in my house are comfortable either.<br />
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My guess is that I'll be pretty happy with the results. Assuming, of course, that I get to bed at a reasonable hour each night. But that's another bad habit I need to find a solution for. Oh well! One thing at a time.<br />
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I call this look, <i>Hopeful Sailor</i>.<br />
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I got home from work last night to find my wife still awake. She said she had a long day at school tomorrow (today), and wouldn't be home until after I'd gone to work. Armed with the knowledge that I'd be able to sleep all day if I wanted to and nobody would be around to care, I stayed up <i>a little</i> later than I'd initially planned. Only an extra 3 hours! That's not so excessive, is it? And I had it from my wife's own mouth that I'd be under no obligation to wake up early, so I could just pick up the extra sleep on the back-end! No worries!<br />
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Except - as I'm sure you realized by now - that's not how it went.<br />
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Sadly, it turns out my wife was not feeling well today, and elected to return home early (4 hours early, to be precise). And, in case you didn't already know, my wife can't stand for me to sleep late when she's home. It isn't that I don't still do it sometimes - okay, <i>a lot</i> - but I can't do it guilt-free, like I was going to today. So, now she's home and asks me to get up, and even though I want to keep sleeping, I can't do it because guilt is preventing me from getting back to sleep.<br />
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Let this be a lesson to you fine folks. When you make a plan, stick to it. Unless your plan is stupid. I mean, you've got to be smart enough to know when something's not working, right?<br />
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I call this look, <i>Face-Kicked by a Hobbit Foot</i>.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVBFrlZCM9PBxAEkaXof7hrehmTFXVnkIzG0F1ZDPUNO7ri_XDe7NGuicXe8lKELvfPYNxQyVpmzdBFwcGOer7KcpEuDdJuiCoZYDA9zs9MOX5j_ciVYf5Oh-YQAHhftkb_St0JcqzHA/s1600/exhausted2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="230" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicVBFrlZCM9PBxAEkaXof7hrehmTFXVnkIzG0F1ZDPUNO7ri_XDe7NGuicXe8lKELvfPYNxQyVpmzdBFwcGOer7KcpEuDdJuiCoZYDA9zs9MOX5j_ciVYf5Oh-YQAHhftkb_St0JcqzHA/s320/exhausted2.jpg" /></a></div>I think it's because I'm afraid to go to bed. No, this isn't some <i>Nightmare On Elm Street</i> sort of fear, it's just that every time I go to bed I know that there's a very good chance I'll spend the next several hours tossing and turning, and still wake up exhausted. It's happened to me pretty much every single time I've tried to get to bed early, at least in the last 2 years.<br />
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But I'm still going to give it a try tonight. I'm going to come home after work, do my daily writing, read for fifteen or twenty minutes, and then go to bed. No TV, no video games, no movies, no YouTube. Just writing, then reading, then sleep.<br />
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Will it work? Probably not, but at least I will have tried, and <i>trying</i> is half the battle. Or is that <i>knowing</i>? I can never remember. I'm probably getting it wrong, which means I'm probably screwed.<br />
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I call this look, <i>Dawn of Man</i>.<br />
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Is it wrong to rejoice in winning your first game of Monopoly ever when it's against your kids? It kind of feels like it is, but I just can't help myself. I've played Monopoly since I was my kids' age, and I have never once just trounced an opponent before. It shouldn't feel great to have that first big win come while playing against a thirteen year-old, a ten year-old, and a six year-old, but it <i>does</i>!<br />
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Okay, perhaps I'm overstating it a <i>teensy</i> bit. I didn't actually force them any of them to hand over their money and property. They all just quit. But a win by attrition is <b>still a win</b>, and I will take it!<br />
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I call this look, <i>Mole-Man</i>.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGD5mmeIu_YRhcdRn3mJqQNBtOuUKFPaU7kbsPj04xk9aRC848jPPBt21QYNU4aSfYwEfKcwLTAKRn_SlXzO1AmFo-MlyIN3oZXXpOi3mcWLBKNlc8_QyX3o1xaJT1mwyKgkH8E_XQOT8/s1600/WhiteChristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="304" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGD5mmeIu_YRhcdRn3mJqQNBtOuUKFPaU7kbsPj04xk9aRC848jPPBt21QYNU4aSfYwEfKcwLTAKRn_SlXzO1AmFo-MlyIN3oZXXpOi3mcWLBKNlc8_QyX3o1xaJT1mwyKgkH8E_XQOT8/s320/WhiteChristmas.jpg" /></a></div>I've listened to a lot of Christmas music in my years - I once worked in a toy store over the Thanksgiving/Christmas season, and I was treated to hour after hour of the stuff - and my opinion is that there really doesn't need to be any new Christmas music, ever. All these modern bands who come out with Christmas songs are just wasting my time. Between Elvis, Johnny Cash, and Bing Crosby, I'm good.<br />
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Actually, I'm more than good. I'm completely Christmas-musiced out. When I hear a new Christmas song, I just get pissed off. <i>You're not fooling anyone, you crass holiday whores!</i><br />
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So, yeah, any Christmas music that was made after I was born is, at best, superfluous. At worst, it's pop musicians shamelessly dropping a deuce on the most wonderful time of the year. Screw that, and screw them!<br />
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Merry Christmas!<br />
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I call this look, <i>Moronic, The Hedgehog</i>.<br />
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