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Do Your Job, Homicidal

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Little work on The Collection. This rate I can be done editing by next week.

Completed some house projects I’ve been putting off because of the novel.

Summer is looming and the kids will be out soon. Finally vacation and can leave the city.

Finished Homicidal. Liked it a lot. Ripped off Psycho at the end but I did not see it coming. If I see it on DVD I’ll pick it up for my collection.

Thought about some short stories I wanted to write, in and out of the Tenebrous Chronicles. Maybe I can get to them this summer. That had always been my plan.

Although my brain is busy thinking about the world, if I type it out I would only be repeating myself. Not that many people read this blog anyway. I’ll try to think of something new tomorrow.

But I will leave you with this observation:

Conservatives say to the football player: Do your job and stand for the national anthem.

Liberals say to the baker: Do your job and bake the wedding cake.

Is it no wonder we live in a two party tyranny?

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Little Seen and Hugely Disliked

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No work today.

Ordered a proof of Bawling Sugar Soul which finally came through.

Last year someone was publishing the samples of the novels under my name on Kindle. I put a stop to it but Amazon red flagged my novels so that when I later revised the works they asked for proof of ownership. It must have carried over to the paperbacks since Amazon owns the company.

Funny thing was that I sent the email stating my proof of ownership and three says later I called to find out why it hasn’t changed. On kindle it took 24 hours. They said it takes 3-5 business days. The guy on the phone said he will expedite my letter and it should clear by the end of the day. Nope. Took two more days. So yeah, it took 5 days total.

Then it was supposed to take 24 hours for the proof to get approved.

Nope. 48 hours.

Anyway.

Last night I rewatched Joe Dante’s The Hole. It’s one of his little seen films later in his career. I like it. A PG-13 horror with kids who find a hole in the basement of the house that releases the darkness inside themselves. Not too many people like it. I don’t know why.

Yeah, it’s not designed like contemporary films today. It doesn’t look like the Bloomhouse or Michael Bay produced horror films. Maybe that’s why I like it. It has practical FX and subtle jump scares. Humor with the kids that only Dante can pull off. Also like the last reel. The design of the other world, use of Expressionism.

M was burning up today. Took her to the doctor to find out she has strep. I’ll have her home with me tomorrow so I’ll expect not to have anything done.

Went to writing group late in the day. Received some good feed back for some tweeking on the pages I submitting from Cities That Eat Islands. Hopefully I gave some workable advice back. They said I did but the proof is when they sit at the keyboard.

Started reading Gilliam on Gilliam. Always good to read up on your heroes and what makes them tick.

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Weird and Oppressive

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More revisions on Cities That Eat Islands. Tomorrow I should be done.

Started watching Part 2 of Luc Besson’s Arthur and the Invisibles. Part 1 was pretty good, which I saw earlier this year. Part leads right into part 3 so I have that to look forward to tomorrow. So far I’m enjoying the mix of live action and animation. It plays like a family version of his other films (Fifth Element or Valarian). A lot of funny lines and stints.

D’s bully situation is somewhat getting better. Although they are not to be in contact with each other, the little monster is talking behind his back and gathering others against him.

I did some research and found out that indeed (as he brags to the girls to score cool points) he is related to a local author by the name of L. Skurnick in Jersey City. Classy. Hopefully, his father who met with school officials today, will make a difference. If not then off to the Bully Councilor. And if that doesn’t work, to the Devil herself.

The internet is still ablaze about what is racism and the Barr tweet and using it to get The View off of ABC. Although I could care less past my artistic disappointment, I just think that biological hate is a much stronger offence than ideological hate. And racist jokes from blacks to whites are funny and okay since, hey, they only been free since the 60s. They have the right to blow off a little steam and we are weird and oppressive.

Anyway. It’s been a bit confusing for me and making people really angry or really mediocre.

Hopefully it will die down soon.

But probably not.

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The Long Post and the Threat of Regression

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FRIDAY

Kids had a half a day so the teachers can leave early from work and prepare for their three day week end. Damn the unions. So I managed to complete a little computer work.

Not able to get much done with BOTH kids home.

Watched Michael Mann’s Manhunter. Been a while since I’ve seen it. A slick minimalistic forensic crime noir. It’s a fine slow burn with great performances from William Petersen and Dennis Farina who you don’t see anymore, sadly. Tom Noonan and Brian Cox were wonderfully psychotic in different ways. What little time Joan Allen had she made a strong impression on the film.

SATURDAY

Did a lot more computer work. Some frustration between linking up the store with the website. HTML bullshit that I have to figure out. Be creative and work around it.

My daughter, M, spent some time with my wife’s Aunt Fuck and mother today while we went to the mall. Aunt Fuck was training M to say her name on her cell phone video so she could sent it to her friends and post it on Facebook. Now sometimes my daughter is repeating “My Name Is M”.

She’s going to be five in a few months. She’s broken out of echolalia. She’s top of her class and surpassing her goals in private ABA and in school. She has a strong chance to be in a mixed class in 3rd grade. Speech is her slight weakness. She should be working on her sentences, voicing what she wants. Communicating her needs. She already knows her name, the names of her family members and her pets.

I feel this aunt is regressing my daughter’s hard work. Also feels like Aunt Fuck is using her like a child pornographer in front of our faces. Giving her commands, making her do it over and over, making sure she looks at the camera. Treating her like a thing. Like she’s a retards, brainless.

But that’s how she talks to everyone. Yes, I hate Aunt Fuck. I’m going to have to ban her from my daughter again. Sigh.

Watched Michael Gornick’s Creepshow 2. This is the new Arrow edition, which looks stunning. This film has grown on me every time I rewatched it. We met Mike Gornick a few times at cons. He’s a nice, generous, and approachable guy. He started off as a Director of Photography for George Romero in the first half of his career. It’s a fun film but doesn’t surpass part 1.

SUNDAY

More computer work today. Boring, blah, blah, back ache, blah.

Helped D with his essay for school. Research.

Because of above had to skip writing group today. *sad face*

Watched Tobe Hooper’s Eaten Alive. It’s his second film. Funny. This film lives up to the reputation of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It’s bloody, violent, and intense and it’s all on the screen, unlike the other film, which was going for a PG rating or just shadowed out from the lack of lighting or budget. Pure Hooper insanity driven by performances from Neville Brand, Robert Finley, Marilyn Burns, Mel Ferrer, and Robert Englund.

MONDAY

Started last round of edits for Cities That Eat Islands. Thank God, no computer work.

No school for the kids since it was a holiday. We didn’t get invited to any parties. Great!

Helped D with his essay again.

Sorry for such a long post. Wanted to do an autism post too but will save it for tomorrow.

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Don’t You Have A Filter?

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More work on Cities that Eat Islands.

Submitted cover to designer for paperback version Bawling Sugar Soul.

D was home sick today. Helped him with his essay. A ridiculous subject. A hard one. Finding common ground between the Europeans, the Native Americans, and the African Americans in 1492. Gonna need some creative writing for this one.

So I have a habit of dragging people out of their comfort zones. I’m not just talking about with my books or on the internet where I fall into arguments with dunderheads. In real life too. See, when people say:

“Yeah, you’re a big man hiding behind your keyboard. But in real life you wouldn’t say those things.”

Well, yeah. I do say those things. I’ve had a life time of people telling me:

“You’re so crazy.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Don’t you have a filter?”

“What is wrong with you?”

And on and on.

No, I’m not crazy. I’m autistic. And maybe that means I don’t have a filter and that I’m rude or crazy…to those people. Maybe it means that I tell the truth without holding back. Maybe I want to be part of the conversation and don’t know the right way to break into it so I just verbally belly flop into it. It really depends on the situation.

Most of my life it has gotten me in a lot of trouble. I’ve been beaten in the face, kicked in the spine, kept from getting a promotion at Metlife, gotten in disagreements with co-workers, lost friends in person and on the internet, and fought with in-laws.

But it has benefits aside from my art. I have run into people that don’t react that way. They do take me seriously, accept me when I speak. And when I’m being funny, like unfiltered funny, they laugh. Like my wife and kids and my one or two friends that I manage not to scare away.

It’s hard. It’s one of the main reasons I don’t talk in public much. Making friends is difficult, especially with white people. Usually I have to hang out with a person a few times before I feel comfortable in front of them.

Then there are those people where you get that safe feeling from. They smile at you, they radiate acceptance. I appreciate those.

Personally I don’t mind moving out of my comfort zone. I love watching movies that threaten me, move me. People with ideas and imagination. Shift my thinking and perspective a bit. After all, as humans we have to change. It’s as obvious as our skin.

So why resist that autistic person who is pulling you from your safe place? Embrace them. If they are giving you a view outside the box, take a look. If they are telling you a joke that might be off color, go ahead and laugh. Consider them living art.

I get that society has these invisible laws and you might go to invisible jail if you break them where they will stare at you with invisible lasers filled with invisible shame. But if one resists change they suffer.

Life is short.

What do you have to lose living life set by dead people’s standards except for things you can’t see?

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Like They Faked The Landing On The Moon

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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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Not Believe In The Media

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Started this weeks new batch of pages for Cities That Eat Islands. Down to the last part and all that leads to the climax. Ka-ching. I imagine there will be a lot of tweaking.

Started Mark Miller’s Hellraiser: The Toll. A novella that’s placed between Barker’s novella and his novel the Scarlet Gospels. So far so good.

Still amazes me how there are many people out there obsessed with media and how the same people are telling others not to believe in the media. Not to let it control you.

“Media controlled person who then tells other person not to let media control you.”

I may have born with a brain unlike neuro-typicals but this just does not make sense to me. If you can explain it then please leave one in the comments.

Media, the news, is important to me besides in a professional position. It informs me of the world. The past and the present so I can better move into the future. I use it to filter through the many sides of reality to come to my own conclusion of the truth.

Truth = What we read + What people experience +  What we experience.

True, media is about click bait and gaining readers. They want to grab you with the headline. I do the same thing. It’s a business. We need to make money. By the way, did you buy my book yet?

But aren’t most adults with an average education able to decipher a piece of journalism between opinion and reporting? Able to tell when someone is trying to lead a reader along to one side or just giving the who, what, when, where, why and how?

The most tragic part is when I see twenty somethings tell teens not to trust the media.

What kind of future will there be?

But then I see said teens blow those twenty somethings away with their convictions, with their truths based on the equation above.

Maybe all will be all right in the world.

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