Oh, wait. I have. It just hasn't been published yet. I read somewhere that Alan Moore, a writer I've respected since the 80's when I met him at Comic Con, wrote a million words that he wants to publish unedited.
I'm up to a million words or so myself, however, I'm not as pretentious as that, although, I am shooting my next movie in Black & White, therefore the jury is still out on that one....
The real point here is that I have written for various publications including my own here and elsewhere, and taking the time to make it all coalesce into some semblance of something you could put on your bookshelf, or even in a local library, may take more time than I have.
As you know, there's only 168 hours in a week, and there's that song from Rent that tells us how many minutes in a year. Use your time wisely, or, do what everyone else is apparently doing: Invent Time Travel.
The last season of Marvel Agents of SHIELD decided to do some very science fictiony things, up to and including using time travel every episode, in order to figure out the Chronocoms long game.
I think it's simply being patient and waiting for us to blow ourselves up as we are on the verge of doing, but I think the show is only upto the 70's as of the last time I watched.
I've written on this phenomenon before, so no need to go into it again, however, time travel seems to exist as a plot device in order to merit its very existence. Oh, the company that did NOT invent the multiverse is claiming that it's the latest and greatest thing, and theirs is better than the Dynamic Competition.
We're in a strange place these days, what with COVID-19 or whatever you want to call it wreaking havoc across the planet. My life has improved as a result, however, getting hit by a truck tomorrow could happen, and then where would I be?
My Immortal Soul would survive, and depending on the various belief systems would end up somewhere. I don't truly want to start all over again, however, that's how this stuff may work. There's several theories out there and most of them conflict with the others, and they believe that theirs is the only right way.
I don't truly have a conclusion to this missive, and I'm not attempting to be funny for a change, however, I'm worried. How did I get to a point where caring too much about myself and others in my immediate circle became a bad thing?
A better question might be, when will the madness end?
I don't know the answers to either of the above, however I'm putting them out there for discussion and debate. Not that anyone will notice, as I've said it once, and I'll say it again; Not too many people know that I'm famous.
72 and sunny in Redondo Beach. Adjust your expectations accordingly™
Thursday, July 2, 2020
Thursday, April 23, 2020
Breaking Barbi - The Series NEW TRAILER
Have you seen Breaking Barbi? Sure you have. Did you know there's a TV series in the works?
If you didn't before, you do now. In this land of the sharing/gig economy wherein the market itself is saturated, this one stands out. Having seen the movie and the promotional material that goes with, this one gets my highest recommendation.
Sure, the plot is similar to several things you may or may not have seen before, however, this is a new take. Coming soon to a virtual theatre or drive-in near you.
Wait a minute!!!
It's a web series. Well, it will be at some point.
That's where you the home viewer come in. Tell all your friends, and have them tell their friends, and at some time in the near future, one of those friends of friends of friends will be an interested investor. That's the magick(sic).
72 and sunny in Redondo Beach. Adjust your expectations accordingly™
If you didn't before, you do now. In this land of the sharing/gig economy wherein the market itself is saturated, this one stands out. Having seen the movie and the promotional material that goes with, this one gets my highest recommendation.
Sure, the plot is similar to several things you may or may not have seen before, however, this is a new take. Coming soon to a virtual theatre or drive-in near you.
Wait a minute!!!
It's a web series. Well, it will be at some point.
That's where you the home viewer come in. Tell all your friends, and have them tell their friends, and at some time in the near future, one of those friends of friends of friends will be an interested investor. That's the magick(sic).
72 and sunny in Redondo Beach. Adjust your expectations accordingly™
Sunday, January 19, 2020
Inevitability
It's the 19th. Twelve of those every year according to the math, and one in January. Was given a happy reminder today, while at the same time mourning my father's death on this date 38 years ago. It never gets easier. I also realize that I've become so much like him on many levels except for a few.
I'm not going into those here, as I probably have elsewhere. I hope he's looking down on me and smiling, as the alternative is well, not great. I don't know what model of heaven you believe in, however, if you believe that death is a bad thing, then everyone has to go somewhere after, right?
I've been thinking about my own mortality lately, and I've decided that it's not for me. That's right. I've decided to live forever. The literature and entertainment would have you believe that living longer is a bad thing, and again, I have to ask, why?
I'm so amped right now. Arguments being made that are just flat out wrong, as everyone believes something that is flatly not true. Did I inherit stubbornness from my father? Or is it simply a trait that I'm born with based on some randomness that occurred on my date of birth?
They don't tell you this, but after a close relative dies, you begin to believe you see that person everywhere. That phenomenon lasted for a few months back in '82, as I was attempting to navigate my senior year at USC. As a somewhat quiet or shy kid back in the day, I didn't even tell my close friends from Campus Crusade for Christ that I spend a ski trip with a few weeks before until they asked how he was doing.
Maybe I was still in shock. "He died on Tuesday," was my response to someone that had prayed with me in Lake Tahoe right around my birthday. My first ski trip, and we were snowed in. I only got to ski one day. When everything was right with the world.
They even made me a birthday cake, and I didn't know until after the fact, as they kept me busy playing cards in the other room. It was all the guys, and the girls were baking a high altitude cake from one of those mix boxes. I didn't even know that they knew, but I guess that information is freely available even back then.
It's the old, "You've been keeping records on me?" thing. I keep my father alive by remembering him every day. Same with my mother. I still need to finish the first story about her, but that will be another time, and not for publication until I premiere the story in what I call stand-up tragedy.
I have a friend that says everyone leaves, and she's probably right. Shakespeare wrote about this in As You Like It. Both of my parents mastered Shakespeare, but maybe my father more than my mother. He was the performer between the two, as my mother became a teacher. They both taught me to a point.
As you may already know, my father was one of the founders of The Magic Castle in Hollywood, Ca. They have a junior magician's academy, and I didn't need to join, as I had my dad. Almost every day was a lesson in either performance, or diction. I don't truly know if you can inherit your voice, however, I did find a cassette tape lying around here (remember cassette tapes?) with his voice recording of a lecture he gave there, and I sound exactly like him. Maybe that's where my @Mister_Voice persona comes from. I don't know....
He could be heard from across a football field without a microphone. I'm pretty sure I can too, however, I've never had a test. Well, I have, but sometimes, those that micro tell pretend to not to hear me. I'm okay with this. Of course, there's a commercial that says, "Just okay is not okay."
Has everything I've been taught wrong? I don't think so. Loudness is an indication of anger, however, it's not a leading indicator. Maybe you just want to be heard. Part of the cosmic unconsciousness. Yet another belief system. I always say everyone should believe in something, and I believe that both of my parents are in heaven having fun.
Is that how all this truly works? They live for us, and then they die for us, and they get their reward.
It's an even numbered year, so I'll be giving back most of what I get this year, and hopefully, I won't be giving all of it to the government.
Some would say that the only two inevitabilities are death and taxes. I've already decided to avoid one, therefore, I have to work on how to avoid the other.
I'm not going into those here, as I probably have elsewhere. I hope he's looking down on me and smiling, as the alternative is well, not great. I don't know what model of heaven you believe in, however, if you believe that death is a bad thing, then everyone has to go somewhere after, right?
I've been thinking about my own mortality lately, and I've decided that it's not for me. That's right. I've decided to live forever. The literature and entertainment would have you believe that living longer is a bad thing, and again, I have to ask, why?
I'm so amped right now. Arguments being made that are just flat out wrong, as everyone believes something that is flatly not true. Did I inherit stubbornness from my father? Or is it simply a trait that I'm born with based on some randomness that occurred on my date of birth?
They don't tell you this, but after a close relative dies, you begin to believe you see that person everywhere. That phenomenon lasted for a few months back in '82, as I was attempting to navigate my senior year at USC. As a somewhat quiet or shy kid back in the day, I didn't even tell my close friends from Campus Crusade for Christ that I spend a ski trip with a few weeks before until they asked how he was doing.
Maybe I was still in shock. "He died on Tuesday," was my response to someone that had prayed with me in Lake Tahoe right around my birthday. My first ski trip, and we were snowed in. I only got to ski one day. When everything was right with the world.
They even made me a birthday cake, and I didn't know until after the fact, as they kept me busy playing cards in the other room. It was all the guys, and the girls were baking a high altitude cake from one of those mix boxes. I didn't even know that they knew, but I guess that information is freely available even back then.
It's the old, "You've been keeping records on me?" thing. I keep my father alive by remembering him every day. Same with my mother. I still need to finish the first story about her, but that will be another time, and not for publication until I premiere the story in what I call stand-up tragedy.
I have a friend that says everyone leaves, and she's probably right. Shakespeare wrote about this in As You Like It. Both of my parents mastered Shakespeare, but maybe my father more than my mother. He was the performer between the two, as my mother became a teacher. They both taught me to a point.
As you may already know, my father was one of the founders of The Magic Castle in Hollywood, Ca. They have a junior magician's academy, and I didn't need to join, as I had my dad. Almost every day was a lesson in either performance, or diction. I don't truly know if you can inherit your voice, however, I did find a cassette tape lying around here (remember cassette tapes?) with his voice recording of a lecture he gave there, and I sound exactly like him. Maybe that's where my @Mister_Voice persona comes from. I don't know....
He could be heard from across a football field without a microphone. I'm pretty sure I can too, however, I've never had a test. Well, I have, but sometimes, those that micro tell pretend to not to hear me. I'm okay with this. Of course, there's a commercial that says, "Just okay is not okay."
Has everything I've been taught wrong? I don't think so. Loudness is an indication of anger, however, it's not a leading indicator. Maybe you just want to be heard. Part of the cosmic unconsciousness. Yet another belief system. I always say everyone should believe in something, and I believe that both of my parents are in heaven having fun.
Is that how all this truly works? They live for us, and then they die for us, and they get their reward.
It's an even numbered year, so I'll be giving back most of what I get this year, and hopefully, I won't be giving all of it to the government.
Some would say that the only two inevitabilities are death and taxes. I've already decided to avoid one, therefore, I have to work on how to avoid the other.
Sunday, January 5, 2020
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