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Too Busy Saving Other Kids, No Time For Their Own

Heat wave is subsiding. I’m not doing much but I have plans in July.

Watched Warlock. I don’t watch many westerns except for the classics or if they stick out for some reasons. This one stick out for Richard Widmark. I’ll watch anything with him in it. I know he doesn’t seem like the type to be in a western. He was in another one (The Last Wagon) where he played a half breed Native American who helps a group of Christians across the territories to safety while Native Americans and Military are after their asses. It was pretty good. So is Warlock. Anthony Quinn and Henry Fonda starred in it also. Not into Henry Fonda. Quinn was great and out of character. They whole movie was complex about good and evil even though it used the same story about a town bullied by bad guys. The story tore the characters up. The ending was not wrapped up nice and dandy.

Speaking of bullies.

My son’s bully keeps escalating. Just will not stay away from him, keeps his hands to himself or his mouth shut. Now that my son’s pedophile homeroom teacher is out having heart surgery, they have a sub for the rest of the year and the kid can what ever he wants to my son to torture him. Like regular teachers, subs do even less.

I did more research on his family. Turns out his grandfather is a Council Man Eugene Skurnick and not only is his aunt a former writer but a publisher, Lizzie Skurnick Books. Maybe that’s where he learns such phrases as “No one is going to believe you,” and “They will listen to me and not you,” that he says to my son. Classic terms you say to a girl before you rape her, no?

People in power over little people.

I’ll call the school again today. I don’t expect much. Bullies have more rights than victims. That’s just how it is. How it’s made.

They already talked to his father numerous times and the kid is in bully counseling. Kid has no fear of his father or his father just doesn’t care. Maybe he’s one of those liberals that is too busy saving other people’s kids, has no time to save his own?
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Recognizable Voice

Computer work today. Revised my YA files. Half way done.

Got me thinking of writing YA again. Straight YA without any crime or weirdness. In a way, I did with the sequel to Jesus Freakz earlier this year. Not a big seller right now but that’s okay.

I still play around with the genre in short story form with sci-fi, stuff that when I have enough I’ll collect. I suppose I can squeeze in a novel or two if I wanted. It would be fun to write a novel but I don’t know if it would be marketable for me since my Miki stuff makes the money. Maybe down the line between Miki and Tenebrous projects.

Watched Hollow Triumph. A nice little noir about a released criminal with a college education who hides out from the mob that he just ripped off by stealing the identity of a psychologist that he looks exactly alike. Joan Bennett plays the psychologist’s secretary. Of course she’s wonderful in it. Way different than in Fritz Lang’s Scarlet Street. For those into horror she was the school master in Argento’s Suspiria. Her voice is very recognizable.

Another gas station closed. Have to travel all the way to Kennedy to get gas now. Not too far just annoying.

Apparently bullies have severe brain damage. Situation is more annoying than threatening. Onto phase three.

 

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The Long Post and the Threat of Regression

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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They Always Get What’s Coming To Them

Finished this week’s editing goal for Cities That Eat Islands. Next week is the last week on the novel.

Snuck some computer work on the store.

Celebrated my 15 year wedding anniversary with Neen. Were supposed to go to FM at Noon but turned out they didn’t open until 1PM. Considering the time limit with the kids getting out from school, we went to Barcade instead. The food was good. We had a nice time as you can see from the pictures on the right.

Been rereading Hardshell AKA Night Visions 4. A collection with Dean Koontz, Edward Bryant, and Robert McCammon. An oldy from 1987. Still pretty good. The Koontz stories are in his traditional form, but the last one is different; first person and spiritual. Perfect for short story experimentation.

Son and I got some great news from school. His teacher is getting heart surgery. He should be out for a while. I’m hoping the rest of the year. I’m shocked. I didn’t think he had a heart. Yeah, he loves his highest grade students to the point where he acts like a pedophile but that’s not the same thing.

Oh, and speaking of sick fucks getting what they deserve.

Officials: Weinstein to surrender in sexual misconduct probe

So yeah, let’s home this guy finally gets what’s coming to him too.

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Don’t You Have A Filter?

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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Finished revision goal for Cities That Eat Islands.

Submitted work order for paper back cover for Surly Girly.

Started watching Toxic Avenger. Hoping to get up to part three. One of the greatest super hero movies ever made. Always chokes me up. And I’m not saying that because he’s from New Jersey.

So over sensitized while waiting for D outside his school today. City is so LOUD. All the traffic and construction. So not autistic friendly. Thanks, Mayor. Have to start ring ear buds with me. Thankfully he only has a month and half left and then he goes to a new school.

While walking to the car with D and having a private conversation with him, two 12 year olds stopped us in front of Sugartown with a serious question:

“What is wrong with sucking dick?”

“Nothing,” I said. “But you shouldn’t charge ten dollars to do it in the Journal Square bathroom.”

The girl with bad day hair said,” What is wrong with you?”

Being one who lives in a disabled world, I smiled at her.

Some articles of interest:

12-Year-Old Autistic Boy Arrested For Pointing Imaginary Gun At School

Again, the system has failed the child. Why is the child still doing in a general ed class? I guess the state is underfunded or under educated. Of course the mother should have been called right away instead of the cops being called in. The child has diagnosis that need special process, not institution educational fascism.

https://crimewatchdaily.com/2018/05/10/prosecutors-office-wont-file-criminal-charges-in-day-care-beating-case/ 

The staff says another child the same age did it? Look at the picture. Really? The case is still open.

And on that note, I leave you this:

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A Cheap Full Moon Trick

Draft 2 of Cities that Eat Islands is past the halfway mark and moving along. I ran into a part where I wanted to add a scene but was too lazy to write it. I’ve done that before. Either I’ll save it for the end or I’ll just skip it all together. I don’t know yet. Depends how lazy I feel and how important it really is to the story and the character it involves.

Also I’ve been cutting a lot of words from the draft. Not drastic. But a lot which I’m happy with.

The paper back proof for Blood Like Cherry Ice (Miki 3) came in the mail today. The new cover looks great. I approved it with the distributer so it should be available in the stores in the next few days. I’ll post a picture soon. I like how the font is like cherry ice. I’ll start the Surly Girl  paper back next.

Dented The Godfather pretty deep. It’s as good as I remember from when I was a kid. Although I think I like The Sicilian better. I need to read that again. Interesting how the book was written in 1970(?) and it takes place in 1948 (?) but it’s not heavy with historical detail. I think if it was written today a publishing house would have Puzo rewrite it to be more historically detailed. Not that he would. It feels like the pulp books written in that time, as if it was written in 1948. I like that.

D finally got his report card today. Had to pick it up from the office since his teacher is still scared of me. (long story). He did great. One C and the rest As and Bs. The program is really hard and stressful. He works hard. I’m proud of him. I hope he’s proud of himself.

Only got to watch half of Gingerdead Man vs Evil Bong. As expected it had the same humor from both films. And as expected it had too long flashbacks from both series to fill up space even though the movie runs 80 minutes. A cheap Full Moon trick. Oh, well. I should finish it tomorrow.

Interesting articles I read today:

College Removes Instructors as Students Find Their #MeToo Moment 

This one takes place at my old school, SVA. I sort of knew Frumkes. I never had his classes. But fuck him. I’m glad he got what he got. He was also well known in the horror genre for a few trash films and the documentary, Document of the Dead, about the making of Dawn of the Dead. Glad George Romero isn’t alive to see this.

Stillwater man with autism rarely speaks, except through his art  

This is a great story about a kid with severe autism who makes brilliant art. Definitely a good note to end your day on.