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The Answer Is a Headline or a Meme

Found three images to work with for the cover of A Sandwich Can’t Stop a Bullet. Each one has a human factor in it. I’ll play around with them and see which one I’ll send to the designer later.

Watched the last two parts of the Puppet Master Axis trilogy, Axis Rising and Axis Termination. Both were directed by Charles Band who did not direct part one which was done by David Decoteau.

Although both are fine directors, Band decided to add a camp edge to part two and replaced the actors to the leads in part 1. The humor was jarring and the use of the sexy SS woman who then became the puppet with the tits that shot bullets was too much camp based on the balance created in the first film.

But then the two main characters from one and two are killed in the first two minutes of part three and all seems to return to order. Darkness returns. Some scene are fucked up and the movie is pretty good in a low budget, let’s rip off Universal Pictures sort of way.

I read that Full Moon has shot another Puppet Master that takes place in a parallel universe where Toulon is a Nazi and uses the puppets for evil. That would suck. But what can you do.

Any who.

Lately my hearing and smell has been very sensitive lately. Mostly my hearing to the point where I’ve been aggravated. Many noises set me off from aggravation to anger. I think I need to walk around with ear muffs or a head set in the apartment.

Saw my drug dealer yesterday. Keeping my pills the same. My depression has been leveled. I think doing this blog and vocalizing how I feel to others has helped. I know that others have no idea what I’m talking about. I live in my own world; fantasy world as the experts call it. That is the point of my brain, the disorder, the meaning of the word. No one will understand me. But I experience less depression than holding it in.

It does leave other upset and confused, but I’m not sure what I can do about that. If I’m upset and confused I search for answers. Maybe they should do the same. But that’s not how the world works. People don’t search for answers. They lay around and wait for someone else to tell them the answers. Or maybe they read the answer as a head line or a meme on the internet.

It’s frustrating and sad but I can always do something else.

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Cake

Worked on The Collection for a bit.

Voted for Senator.

Squeezed in stuff around the house.

Started watching William Castle’s Homicidal. Starts off pretty good. Great first reel. Surprised how gory it was. I’ll have to finish it tomorrow.

The war between the Libs and the Cons wages on. The latest upset with the Supreme Court Ruling dealing with the baker not wanting to make a wedding cake for the gay couple. Memes on both side are already out to blur the truth and make one side bash the other. Short video clips of truth will come out to embarrass and shame each side.

I don’t see what the hub bub is about. If a baker was an anti vaccer and didn’t want to make my wedding cake but still would sell me anything, including a plain cake, I would just find someone else to do it.

If a Christian publisher came to me and asked me to write a book celebrating the best abortion murders committed by pro-lifers, I would turn it down not only for my religious but ethical beliefs as well. Sure, I might write another subject for them, but not that one.

(Note: I am not a Christian but I can write anything for money)

The Christian publisher can sue me to the Supreme court. What if we were in a Lib world and they won based on the Baker case? Then I have to write it. So the government says I have no religious freedom to exercise my art.

But it’s not about religious freedom? It’s about not serving two gay men?

Maybe the baker was the only one in town, or the best one in town.

Which reality do I live in today?

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Always Trust Your Agent, Not

Little revising on Cities That Eat Islands and I’m done. Started this draft at 80,000 words. After cutting, pasting, and writing, I’m left with a 83,500 word novel.

I’m happy with it. It’s a good part one to a trilogy. I’m geared up for part two, which I hope to start in September when the kids go back to school. Maybe if all goes well I can start in August.

As usual, part two is big in my head and I have many directions like I did with the first one but since I never work with an outline and I just write as I go based on cause and affect…

I’ll just try to keep my head blank on plot for the next few months and write my ideas down in the little green book as I get them.

Snuck some computer work in.

Read an interesting blog post from Chuck Palahniuk one of the authors ripped off from the major and prestigious literary agencies out there today. Always trust the great old agent as they say. You poor writers.

Watched the 3rd part of Arthur. I enjoyed it. Fairly complex plot for a family movie. Good edition to my Besson collection.

Free speech is at war again. Both sides are in battle. I think. I don’t know. Everyone has an agenda. Everyone wants to control someone. What do I know.

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Like They Faked The Landing On The Moon

More work on Cities that Eat Islands. More revising than usual. More action going on and more psychic play with Carmella in the climax so it was required. Much happier with it. See how it reads on Thursday.

D is sick again. Strep. Swear the schools are petri dishes of diseases. Home schooling is so appetizing. And with school shootings all the rage, why not?

Figured out that there were only 19 school shooting during my high school years (88-92). 29 when I went to college(92-96). Not bad.

Watched John Water’s Hairspray co-staring the great Divine. Forgot that he played two roles in the film and John Waters played the doctor that tries to cure the girl of her love for Negros. All the cast is amazing. Even Ric Ocasek from The Cars.

Yeah, now that America is cured of racism I wanted to remind myself of how it used to be. As PG as it is, the film is really offensive to the white middle class. So fucking funny.

I haven’t seen the remake or the stage production. Nor do I plan to. John fucking Travolta who killed his own son based on his religion? No thanks.

Still thinking about yesterdays post about media. I had a humorous thought which relates to racism. How they, some people, don’t want you to believe those videos on the news of cops executing black people.

Yeah, they’re all fake. Like they faked the landing on the moon.

Or maybe the people in them are crisis actors?

Fucking morons.

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Shit Like That Doesn’t Happen Anymore

Friday Night

Watched Nicholas Ray’s On Dangerous Ground. Was impressed how gritty it was. Even when it moved to the rural upstate New York setting.

Robert Ryan was great as the violent cop who faced his literal demons. Through out the picture I was wondering where I had seen him before and remembered him in Act of Violence where he played the soldier who came home to torment the other into confessing his crime. Ida Lupino was again brilliant but didn’t show up until  halfway even though she got top billing. I think Ed Begley was the killer. If he was, he was great too.

Saturday

Finished editing goal for Cities That Eat Islands. All goes well, only one and half week left.

Read Robert McCammon’s Tales from Greystone Bay. Out of the three collected it has one I hadn’t read before. Perfect for my McCammon collection. The master.

Neen and I saw Back To the Future at the Loew’s Jersey last night. 50 foot screen and the original print. Nice warm colors with sprocket skipping. The way film is intended. Can’t find that in digital. Havent seen the film like that since I was 11. When that movie came out it played in theatres for a whole year. Shit like that doesn’t happen anymore. Movies are pulled out no more than a month and dropped in digital markets ASAP.

Anyway. It’s still funny and worthy of the model for pop screenwriting. The audience cheered when dad punched Biff and Marty hit 88 on the way home. It was the last film of the season until September.

Sunday

Spent the day recovering from a horrible night. Restless leg syndrome kept me up. Couldn’t close my eyes no matter how tired I felt. And when I finally did go to sleep, M woke up at 4 and wanted to party. She does this once an a while. For an autistic child she sleeps well. All of us are truly fortunate. My own sleep patterns are not so great.

Did tech work as you can see on the site. Less clutter, simpler. Maybe.

I will leave you with a strange quote I ran into over the week end about a baseball field in my town:

“it is equality because those fields aren’t open to anyone. They’re only open when there are baseball games.”

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the Joy and the Movement and the Dead

Due to my wife’s birthday today, my work sched was rearranged. I did no editing on Cities That Eat Islands. After taking her out for breakfast and to the mall and other refinements, I managed to finish the Miki files. All 11 novels are snazzy with nifty fonts and a design at the chapter head for those into that. Also the chapter breaks are more defined. I don’t think they will get more professional than this. All sales channels should be updated in a few days (kindle, nook, apple, kobo, etc,)

I plan to do the same for the older books but since you people only read my Miki books I’m not rushing. Definitely this year though. Sooner than later.

I’ll get back to editing tomorrow.

Bought my wife the blu Arrow edition of George Romero’s Season of the Witch aka Hungry Wives. This movie hasn’t been rereleased in maybe fifteen years or so and on DVD by Anchor Bay(?) Looks like it has a longer version of the film as well.

Also got her Insidious 4 which we saw in the theater.

She was excited to say the least.

Next up, the anniversary in less than two weeks.

Finished reading The Godfather today. Besides the poppiness of it and how ripe it was to be filmed, I noticed the structure and wondered if Quentin Tarantino was influenced a bit by the book. He has stated how his movies are literary and his structure certainly seems influenced by Puzo’s plot structure for this book.

Two striking deaths yesterday.

Glenn Branca: guitarist and composer dies at age 69

For lack of a better word, Branca was a genius and an inspiration. His contribution to punk, art, and life was immense. I have many of his movements performed by his guitar orchestras and his work with Theoretical Girls on my shelves.  His work has brought such joy and spiritual movement. He has also influence many of the greatest musicians of our time and will probably continue to do so.

Margot Kidder, star of Superman films, dies at 69

Of course every one knows her for being Lois Lane in the only Superman movie that matters. But for the freaks, she was that insane, drunken college girl with the best lines that you couldn’t help but feel a little sad for in Bob Clark’s Black Christmas and the other disturbed twin in DePalma’s Sisters. She had other memorable roles, but those two I hold close to my heart, that move me the most.

 

 

To Wake During The Closing Credits

Friday Night

Watched Fred Olen Ray’s Deep Space. Kind of like the remake if The Blob. The dates of the two are close. Note sure who ripped off who. A man made government creation comes down from space and starts killing people in LA. The creature FX were pretty good for the budget. The cops were over the top but so is the nature of genre. I fell asleep the last ten minutes. Woke up right as the credits were rolling. Damn. I’ll have to go back and watch it again.

Saturday

Sneaked in the last of the offline revising of the Miki files before I had to go out to my parent’s house for mother’s day/father’s birthday. All I left now is online work with distribution. Should definitely be done by end of the week mixed with other goals I have planned.

After driving home through the storm we watched Jeff Lieberman’s Just Before Dawn. Been wanting to see this for a long time. Didn’t disappoint. Great slasher with a nifty twist in the end. Again, I feel asleep at the last ten minutes and woke up at the credits.

Sucks when the body turns old.

Sunday

Took the mama of my children out to get drunk during lunch and got her the Arrow special edition of Argento’s Cat O’Nine Tails. Of course she didn’t know about it. If it looks as beautiful as the other Arrow revisions then she should be happy. Supposed to have lobby cards inside it two and a booklet.

We drank a bit. Funny about us is that we both don’t drink or do drugs. Not even weed. I guess you can call us straight edge. Our whole lives. Not for political or health reasons. Just never had reason to. Or maybe we saw too many negative effects from it.

But a few years after we got married we tried having a few drinks out. Like one or two. Now we do it occasionally. Once every two or three months.

Autistics make for happy drunks.

Well, buzzed anyway.