Thursday, September 6, 2018

Why Am I...


Bought coffee. One sip, and I'm already jittery. WTF?!? Why isn't WTF in the spellcheck
dictionary? Who am I going to inflict these words on? What was I thinking when I told her
I was going to write a book too, and we'll see who finishes first? 

Damn me. 

Hell is where when you go there, they have to take you in. Standing up in front of a
crowd of people that you may be meeting for the first time is scary. In fact, fear of public
speaking is a fear that most of you have. I know I don't. My mom put me on stage at
what, three, maybe four years old, and I did okay. I spoke lines in another language as

I'm still attempting to figure out what year that was. Teahouse of the August Moon. Tea
House is two words? Hey, that's great. Sakini. Cho demo'd key word memorization for us
at Van Mar. I wonder why Ivan didn't ask me? Intellectually, I get it. We can't all be on
stage at the same time. Unless we can, in which case, I may have to be the one to write
that scene.

It's the big production number. Phantom has one at the beginning, and one in the middle.
Masquerade has always been my favorite. Paper faces on parade. I guess that's where
my need to emcee comes from. You can be behind the scenes, or you can be in front.
The question becomes, "Can you do both at the same time?" 

I know I can. I can compartmentalize too. It's how you make a successful 168 Project film
that goes on to bigger and better things after. Blue Blazes. Seven years ago!!! 

These morning brain dumps get harder and harder. I feel like I'm writing the same stuff
over and over. What am I selling? My book. Wait! It hasn't been published yet! 

Neither has hers. It's not a race. It's a calling. We can all write. We can all read unless
you're like a toddler. At some point, we all know our alphabet. We know how to
pronounce things, and most of us can gain meaning from context. The writing discipline
means that I should be writing something every day, and all the time.

But I can't sit here 24/7. To write what you know, you have to know about it. That doesn't
come from sitting at the keyboard all day. At some point, your brain will be completely
drained. Have I written something that others want to read? 


That's for you to decide. Do you share this? Do others come here and leave a comment?
Sometimes instantaneous gratification takes too long. Everyone wants success NOW!!! 

Do the hard work first, and then maybe you'll find your passion. It took me x years to do
that, and I needed the motivation of several amazing women to get to this point. You
may even meet a few of them in the future. 

You may not know that you have. They may not be with me at the time. I could start a
list, or simply post an #FF at the appropriate day, and then you'll figure it out. However,
most aren't on Twitter, unless they are. Have we discussed how Twitter, and by extension all of social media is a drug? 

Everyone wants to be famous, however no one wants to do the work. The 'net is the
culprit. By virtue of the fact that there's almost 8 Billion, yes, that's right, Billion with a
big fat B people on the planet, not too many people know that I'm famous.

Communications and the ability to broadcast myself out to the unwashed masses as they
were called back in the day allow us to put words in some semblance of an order to
allow for others to read them. 

We all have opinions on how things should work, and most things work the way we want
them to wrote he, before he took another sip of coffee. I may need to write a poem about
the need for tea, or coffee. 

What was the movie in the 60's? Coffee, Tea, Or Me? About stewardesses and how they were selling not only over priced liquor onboard, but themselves to the various passengers. 1969 is the year I remember, however that's ayear or two after I became self aware for the first time....

Well, that's the required. This will be posted elsewhere for commentary. Hope to see you

Thursday, August 30, 2018

These Are My #ThursdayThoughts

Literal day today. Anyone speaking in metaphors will have to talk to me another day. Seriously. I don't have time to translate your memes, even if you think everyone knows them. This goes for acronyms too. By definition, there are 26^3 possible three letter acronyms, and that's just in the English language. Each of those may have multiple meanings that I don't have time to lookup either.

Turns out I have a life outside of sitting in front of this beast we call a computer. I can't be here 24/7, and I'm pretty sure neither can you. I just got a day job wherein the #1 rule is and I quote, "Cellphone use while at post is grounds for termination!" Okay, I added the exclam, but you get the idea. Exclam is short for exclamation point, however I didn't think you'd think it was a former mollusk.

While writing this missive, I'm not going to be going for any particular pie chart changes either. They are what they are. I do remember one time when one of them was 100% affectionate, however I don't know how I did that at this point. I was thinking mostly at that point too.

These mourning pages are colored by what's going on around me on a particular day, and today we have construction going on across the street for about another month or three, and a cooking show that shall remain nameless running in the background that I'm somewhat paying attention to. Yes, I've committed the cardinal sin not to be confused with an ordinal sin; I've ended a sentence with a preposition.

Colors are going to be primary for most of the rest of the year as well. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and finally, Violet. Roy G. Biv, a character name that I will use at some point.

Oh, Crayola in their infinite wisdom gives you six colors plus white and black in their 8 crayon set. I made this observation the other day, and yet again, Indigo gets short shrift. How short is a shrift anyways?

There's a theory out there that the coat of many colors, or the amazing technicolor dream coat for those of you that have seen The Musical by Andrew Lloyd Webber, tells all stories. Or rather, tells you how to tell a story. Maybe this theory is mine that I'm putting out there for the first time for everyone to see. 7 main characters, and they all have a color. Seven acts and they all have a color. How many different combinations and permutations from here? It's not astronomical like the odds against a royal fizzbin, but we haven't even considered genres yet. PS, those of you that put a "D" in genre need to go back to elementary reading and pronunciation school.

As a magician, I perform pick a card tricks for a living. I have roughly 20 minutes of comedy magic I can perform if someone hands me a deck a cards. I don't necessarily hate the fact that I'm always asked to perform at a moment's notice, however it does get annoying at times.  I'm happy to do it if I'm all propped up as it were, but most of the time, I'm just me.

So, I perform impromptu mentalism. Okay, spellcheck, if that is indeed your real name, I KNOW THAT'S SPELLED CORRECTLY!!! Sometimes, you only need three exclams. 

Digression is a matter of fact these days in the million dollar minute. It used to be a thousand dollars, however I'm adjusting for inflation. Oh, I'll be on a panel at Alpha Omega Con coming up soon in Downey, CA, and I may talk about some of the above.

So, now that I've paused for reflection, I'll continue.

Contrary to somewhat popular belief, okay, it was kids in a pre-school class last century, the world didn't magically turn from black and white to color like in the classic, The Wizard of Oz. The world has always been in color. I wonder if there's anyone left that dreams in Black & White?

Pretentious film school students want to make their movies in B&W. When I was acting for film school students, I was in a few of those myself. Something for your reel. Well, this is real life, and you only get one take.

In any case, if writing comes downto choices, and the fact that as the writer of a particular script I get to create the world, doesn't that make me a god of sorts?

I'll let you figure that out. If any of the above doesn't make sense, by all means, let me know below....

Monday, August 6, 2018

Flight of the Bumblebee - Canadian Brass

I don't know if you know when you first heard Flight of The Bumblebee, however for most like me, it was part of the theme song for The Green Hornet.  Seriously. I fell in love with it then, and still play it every once in awhile. I did some research on the tune itself at some point last century, as I found out that the original lasts a mere 1:10.

There's more to say and write about how music affects us in various and sundry ways, however whole industries are dedicated to it, and you've probably read most of what I have to say about it elsewhere. As this tune is very fast, it tends to get me wound up, and the brass makes me smile.

The arrangement here by Canadian Brass is unique, as they were able to create an almost 2 minute version. Let me know what you think in the comments. Thanks!!!

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Hey! I'm In A Movie!!!

Coming soon to a device near you!!!
THE BIG NOIR 2 from Steve Oakley Films on Vimeo.

All the proceeds go to the filmmaker, so your generous support of several cups of coffee would be appreciated!!!

What do you think of my costume?

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

The Race To 5000

I don't have to tell you times are bad. You have other places you go for that. However, as the recent result of all the new privacy laws trickle through the various sites at varying paces, an interesting phenomenon has taken place. First, let's talk about the purge, not to be confused with the movie franchise of the same name.

This one took place on Twitter, and by extension, the other social media sites as well. At the same time, a proliferation of 'bots has materialized on Facebook, and with my steer into the iceberg philosophy fully intact, I plan to max out my book of the face friends at the titular number.

Other sites play the friends game differently. You can have as many connections on LinkedIn™ as you want, and I'm a LION there. If you don't know what that is, look it up. Most of you are using your social media responsibly, while the rest of the planet is attempting to monetize your experience there. I may be somewhat guilty of this, as I ask you to buy me a few cups of coffee every time I post something new. Coffee keeps the virtual engine running, and if you were around during the 80's, Coffee Achiever is a title that I would gladly embrace.

However, you're not obligated to buy me coffee, or anything else for that matter. Pay Per Click, or PPC, has taken over the entire 'net. Advertising and subscription are the only two valid ways to make any kind of money, and the tech exists for anyone to do both, and the big boys want to keep all of theirs, while giving you crumbs.

What's this got to do with anything?

Well, I'll tell you, if for no other reason to make some semblance of an arbitrary word count deemed current by search engines this week. Most of those accounts that were purged were NOT real people. They were 'bots programmed to artificially inflate clicks. Someone figured this out, and as server space is at a premium these days, and they decided to do something about it. I've talked about the GDPR elsewhere, and IIRC, May 25th is when all of this started.

It may have started before that with fallout from #Brexit, but I'm only descended from Irish Nobility. I don't live in the UK, and I'm only remotely affected by things they do there, like drive on the wrong side of the street. Of course, from their POV, we're driving on the wrong side of the street, but that's because we rebelled (See:American Revolution).

I don't necessarily know with absolute certainty that A implies B in this case, I just have a notion that it's true. I didn't start getting face requests on Friendsbook, wait. Strike that. Reverse it. Until after the purge that took place, what a week ago?

So, I'm simply going to sit back and allow all the 'bots to request friendship, and I'll let them know that the ship is sinking. Because if the other indicators of desperation are true, it's only a matter of time before the book of faces collapses under it's own weight. Hint: Nothing is too big to fail. They just perform BADLY.

72 and Sunny in Redondo Beach. Adjust your expectations accordingly™

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Alas Poor Yoric

I've written about this before. There is a unique hammock of things that exist 30, 60, 90
days out.

My life is scheduled for me at this point. Everything is about Comic Con. Also, 30 day free
trials rule the land. If you sign up for one, make sure you save all your work, and then
cancel your subscription, because you don't want their issues.

The problem with this is, they have your email address forever, and they've sold it. With
or without your consent as it doesn't matter. You want to know why? It's part of the terms
of service, which you probably tossed aside, no pun intended. Most of us that have been
dealing with those for years simply scroll and check without reading, however buried
deep within every boilerplate TOS contract I've seen there's a clause that states
something on the order of, "We have the right to share your email address with 3rd party

That may be a paraphrase. My point is simply this: If you have an email address, and by
virtue of the fact that you're reading this you have at least one, your information has
been sold, bartered, traded, or most likely clicked on by someone you've never heard of
before. They may be from another country, too!!!

Okay, that comma probably doesn't belong, so my editor will take care of that and make
it look pretty, but she's busy right now, so you're going to see this before she does. It's
why I have a thousand pages of dynamite stuff on how to or more likely not how to make
a movie that's going to be pared downto 300 pages complete with pictures, and
hyperlinks.... How do we do footnotes in the 21st Century? I DON'T KNOW!!!

Wikipedia has that info, and when you sign up for their "free" account, they tell you the
guidelines for how to create your first article. I attempted to create one to honor my
father, however there's not enough info out there.... Sure, we could goto Magipedia, but I
can't d/l because of some arcane agreement between the owner of that site and they
that sold Genii Magazine....

I just want ownership of my father's IP. Am I asking for too much? Maybe I can get
Michael Lovitz on the case....

Okay, so since I'm going to post this elsewhere, before I export I'll have to correct
spelling mistakes. Thanks coach!!!

Action items to boot. However, not for publication.

So, what do we know? Nothing really by virtue of all the information that's out there.
If the 90's were The Information Age, then by the turn of the century and beyond we've
reached The Too Much Information Age. We already have TMI by virtue of the
aforementioned fact: The 'net is forever. My email address that I haven't been using daily
since April is being passed around willy-nilly by those that would do these things.

I made the mistake of signing up for something, and I was greeted with a phone call the
next day that stated I needed hearing aids. NO!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe if I wanted the bionics I could get CA to pay for them, but I already hear too much
already. They tell you that you can't do something because of your age, and I say they're
wrong. I know my capabilities and limitations. As for the latter, I don't have any, but I
have yet to do certain things. Read: The scientific method hasn't been applied.

Currently as far as the 'net is concerned, fully half the information on it outright
contradicts the other half. Who's right? Not for me to say. I'm just another fucking
observer attempting to live in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Something that may have been buried by those that would bury things is affecting you
today, whether or not you live in the state of confusion. The 'net was declared a public
utility by the government during the previous administration, and by extension owned by
the good ol' USA.

What do we conclude from this?

Hopefully there's some questions left unanswered, however I've got fiction to create
based on writing assignments I was given two, three, and maybe even four years ago.
Never get this far behind, as you may become overwhelmed. This raises the question,
has anyone ever been simply whelmed?

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach, even though it's the hottest day of the year. Adjust your
expectations accordingly.™