Girls Can Lay Pipe

Yeah.

So I need to post more. Especially since I've been working the graveyard shifts at work this week.

To be fair, I also rented Knockout Kings for the X Box, so that's taken up the bulk of my time at work. Yeah, it's a hard life, I know. Either blog or play games at work. Life is full of the difficult questions. I look at it this way: if someone had just been hired to do my job, they would have next to no free time. I'm just so very good at what I do that I can do it all in a much shorter time.

Man, do I love Knockout Kings. It's brutally good. It just feels good to duck under a punch and then land a good solid hit to the chin, to see your foe's limbs go limp as they fall to the canvas, to pummel your opponent's limp body as they try to fall down but are stuck in a corner(my record? 2 hooks, 2 uppercuts and a jab. I giggled like a schoolgirl as I did it). Or, the best of all, the lucky hit. The punch that downs an enemy even though he had plenty of fight left in him. My record? One punch. I downed a man, a heavyweight champion, with one punch. My first punch.

I should really get the first chapter of my short story finished. Just a little chunk of words left. Maybe tonight.

Also, I bought River City Ransom for the Game Boy Advance SP. I'm a little disappointed. I loved River City Ransom for the NES, and I was tickled pink by the thought of having a portable version. Of having a version that worked, really, since my NES is long since dead. But the best part of RCR, its dented raisin as it were, was the 2 player co-op. There is no co-op for the SP version. Upsetting. Especially since the same company that is releasing RCR also just recently released Double Dragon and it had co-op. It's still a fun game, but damn. I didn't even check to see if co-op was an option when I bought it. Why would it ever be released without it?

Soon I will review that Peanuts book. But I've written more than I meant to all ready and my freaking back is killing me.

My back hurts all the time now. Especially when I even think about going to the gym. I think my body wants to stay flabby. Stupid body.

OW

We (Trev, lil Kim, Carla and myself) went to see Thornley on Friday. Good times. The opening band was forgettable except for the fact that they looked like they were still in high school and the lead singer looked remarkably like someone we used to know.

Thornley himself was fantastic. He rocked out the whole freaking time. He rocked so hard, he blew the voice right out of my throat. My voice is gone. It's three days later and my voice is still gone. That's how hard he rocks. But I'm going to stop writing now, because my throat hurts.

odds n sodds

I apologize for my lack of stuff lately. I've been a bit busy, but not so busy as to not blog for 11 days. My brother was in town for a week, so we shot that script I had written. Well, to be more to the point he and I acted whilst Kelly Toth directed. Kelly runs a pretty easy going shoot, so Ry and I tossed out ideas, but basically left the directing to him. It was good. I'm glad Kelly was the first to do the directing, because he's a lot like me. He made mistakes I would make, but since he's made them, I don't have to. Hopefully.

And we got chased from a couple locations by security. Yeah. This was a very low budget shoot. One camera, no lights. Dogma-esque if you will. We didn't ask permission for most of our locations and that ended up costing us a bit. We managed to get everything shot, though, minus a few pick-ups here and there. There were a few one take shots though, so I'm interested in seeing how well it all edits together.

And there are a lot more scary people down town at night then I thought. We thought about doing some shooting there, but chickened out.

Ry, myself and Carla went to dad and Diane's for supper and I finally saw some of the Godfather. Still haven't seen the whole thing. I really should. I loved the bit that I saw.

Other than that Ry and I didn't hang out to much which I regret. I'm not so good at talking to family members. I was a withdrawn kid and I can't seem to get past that even now. I didn't tell Ry how incredibly fucking proud of him I am. He floors me. I am one of his biggest fans. See, even now I'm tempted to just delete this whole bit because it's making me uncomfortable.

But him being here for that little bit was all just part of this weird feeling that's been hanging over me for a while now. I look at him and see all the success he's all ready had and will have and I wonder about me. I'm talented, I feel like a prick for saying it but it's true. But I am also profoundly lazy, which is unfortunate. This blog, and the short story are attempts to help me get used to writing more. The movie we shot over the course of a day and a half was to help me, and Kelly, and others to get back into the habit of DOING. Of MAKING. Of CREATING. It also made me want to act more. And I feel good about all of this.

But I'm also always afraid. Of not amounting to anything. Of failing. Of succeeding. It's very annoying. Plus I have always had these dreams of success and so on (I'm sure everyone does) and the older I get the more these fantasies seem to mock me. I'm getting old. I can feel it. I feel old. I ache. I can see it in my face. I've had a lot of dreams lately about loosing my hair. Carla tells me it's starting to go grey. Good God.

I was going to write good grief to segue into talking about Peanuts and the book I just bought. But I didn't, but still managed the segue just fine. SO I bought the collected Peanuts, from 1950-1952. I quite like it. I really fits into this mood of mine. Cute and cruel and funny and deep and everything all mixed together so much that you don't know quite what you're feeling. I'll write more on the book once I've finished it, but I can heartily recommend it.

I think I'm done for now.

E3

So me and Kelly are all sorts of busy, trying to figure out how we're going to get this film of ours done. We shouldn't be wasting our time on anything else.

But...

It's E3 baby!! That's right, THE videogame event of the year. Where everyone brings their big guns. And I gotta say, I am overcome with joy.

I love Nintendo, always have, always will. Last E3, I was a bit worried about them, but I think this one is all theirs. Sure, there's the Half-Life 2s and Halo 2s and Fable and all sorts of other really great games. And there's the PSP.

But nothing makes me smile more than the new Zelda footage. Or reading about all the crazy new games for the DS. There's a version of pacman, that... I can't explain it. You draw the game. There's a first person shooter that uses the stylus as part of the control. I am just overjoyed. And I ain't the only one. Tonnes of forums are filled with cum covered geeks right now, basking in the afterglow of Nintendo press conference.

I am a happy, happy lad.

Of course, I will be out of the country when all this good shit goes down.

Also... remind me to talk about the PSP later. I ain't gonna do it now. Don't want to ruin this good feeling I got.

Story stuff

This isn't more of the story. Just letting you know that I changed a couple lines of the last bit of story. Can you guess which ones?

Nearing the End of the beginning

Lucky stared at the three men and the three guns they had pointed at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said to no one in particular.

"Why not, baldy?" asked the long and lean and stupid one.

"It ain't proper." said Lucky, looking squarely at Steve.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucky could see the bartender reach under the bar. "Hold your horses there Hector. Me and my friends are just talking here. Ain't that right fellahs?"

"Nah. You're talkin. We're shootin." said the tall one again.

Even though his death was looking to be eminent, Lucky felt absolutely no fear. In fact, he began to smile. He hadn't felt this good in days. Of course, he couldn't remember anything from before he woke up a few minutes ago with a nose bleed. And he had felt pretty damn good when his head was in Jane's lap. Still, this moment was pretty alright.

"When was the last time you cleaned that thing, stretch?"

"What're you talking about?"

For some reason, the word Willis popped into Lucky's mind. And for some reason this one word made him laugh out loud.

Stretch didn't much like being laughed at. He didn't much like being called Stretch either. He pulled the trigger (on his gun that had never been cleaned). The gun exploded, taking most of his hand, a good chunk of his belly, 3 teeth and some lip with it.

Before the incisor fragments could hit the ground, Lucky's gun was out and blazing. His finger never touched the trigger. He fanned that bastard.

Five slugs hit fatso square in the chest. He didn't fall over, though it looked like he might for a little while. He just stood there, chins resting on chest, and bled out.
The penultimate bullet tore the gun out of Steve/Dave's hand. It slowly arced through the air.

With a laugh of delight Lucky spun his revolver around and around a few times before slipping it back into it's holster. "Now we're going to get to the bottom of this." thought Lucky, mind racing. "How can you be alive, and a Steve, Dave? What are we doing here? Where did I learn to shoot so good?"

All these questions were racing through Lucky's brain when Steve's splattered all over his face.

The Fates had a weird relationship with Lucky. Most folks, after seeing him in action, would call him blessed. All his dead friends and relatives would likely have a different opinion.

Steve's gun had flown out of his hand fully cocked. It completed five full rotations before it hit the ground. Hit hard. Hard enough to jar the hammer. Hard enough to slam it home, which in turn caused the bullet to slam into the back of Steve's head. Had the barrel been pointing a smidge or two to the right or left, Steve would have been just fine. A little bit lower and the bullet would have passed through his shoulder and into Lucky's head instead.

The three non shot people just kind of stood there for a while. Hector sweated, Jane marveled at the fact that she remained blood free, and Lucky dripped. He watched a few red drips of blood collect into a drop at the end of his nose before he realized that Stretch was still alive. Alive and screaming.

Crud

I can't seem to get my new bit of story to publish. Blogspot has changed their interface a little. A lot, actually. And I think that might be the problem. I had written most of the text down already, back before the new Blogspot interface. I tidied a few things up and hit publish post. I've done that many times now. It's just not showing up on the page. Bothersome.

Second Verse, Slightly Different Than The First

So it's been months since I have had a full, uninterrupted night of sleep. I always wake up some time between 3 and 5 AM. I don't always manage to fall back asleep either. This morning was no exception. I was up a little before 5. So I tried to fall back asleep. No dice. Instead of lying in bed, trying, nay spraining my brain in attempts to get back to sleep, I did stuff. I went to the gym. I did laundry. I got stuff done. Yay me. But now I am felling very sleepy.

Yet Still More Beginning

He sauntered over to the little lady on the stairs. She looked at him, shook her head and then looked over his shoulder. Lucky stopped in his tracks. Something bad was coming. Something bad was just about here. Lucky shook his head, trying to shake loose the dread. Not a good idea. About as good an idea as drinking Tequilla on an empty stomach. The world tilted without warning and Lucky lost his balance.

His head ended up in the girl's lap. Lucky tried to think of what her name might be. "Jane." she said. She ripped a loose piece of cloth off her dress and placed it under his nose. "You're leaking again."

"Thanks." Lucky debated as to wether or not he should stick the fabric up his nose, or if that would be uncouth. He decided to just dab at his nose. "Is there a mirror around here?"

"No. Don't worry, you look fine. But you won't for long if you don't get out of here soon."

"Too damn late for that."

Lucky looked up to see a trio of shapes step in from the storm. There was a tall, lanky, stupid looking man with a hat too big for his head, a fat, bearded man with a shirt too small for his gut and then there was Dave.

Lucky grew up with Dave. They were good friends. Then Dave had been shot to death right in front of Lucky's eyes. Needless to say, Lucky was confused.

"That's not the Dave you knew. That Dave is long since dead. This Dave is not Dave, he's Steve." whispered Jane.

Lucky had never met a Steve he liked. "Now darlin', what have I told you about whispering sweet nothings into dead men's ears?"

"It ain't proper."

"That's right."

Lucky still hadn't met a Steve he liked. He stood up. Three guns were trained on him as he did so.

Blurg

My brother and his troupe made another quick stop in town this weekend. That was nice. I got to visit with him for a few hours which is something we haven't done in quite some time. Talked about film and theatre and wrestling and all sorts of stuff in between. Gave him the script I had just finished writing. He might be back in town in a couple of weeks and we're going to try to shoot it. Hope it all comes together.

Been working the day shift at work, which is something I very rarely do. It makes me tired. I'm not used to being up this early. I still can't manage to sleep through the night. Always get up around 3 or 4 in the morning. Sucks.

That's Right.

I work shift work at work. Work. I'm also tired all the time.

That's right, my sleep schedule is all messed up.

I planned on going to bed at round half past midnight last night.

That's right, that didn't happen.

Yesterday, I had more than half of Battle Royale still to read.

That's right, I read it all in one great gulp of text. Staying up until six in the god damn morning.

That's right, I'm an idiot.