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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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Medical Torture For Something There Is No Cure For

Finished the edits on the collection, which is now called A Sandwich Can’t Stop a Bullet. It’s pulled from one of the shorts inside. Hopefully the title is catchy and noir enough. I still have time to change it.

Also wrote the publishing history page for the previously pubbed shorts. Just have to do some more formatting on the front matter and do the cover.

Also fixed that category matter at Nook.

Kindle flagged another titled for copyright verification. Sent them my standard letter of ownership and I guess I’ll hear back from them in a few days. Shit’s getting crazy but I guess this is how the world runs these days. I did experience the plagiarism once before.

Went to M’s moving on ceremony today. It was sweet. She was so excited to have Neen and I there. Over heard the teachers gushing over M’s reactions to us. They really love her and will miss her next year when she moves on to kindergarten.

Neurotribes continues to be an interesting. Read a chapter where a couple dealt with their son’s autism during the anti-vaccination craze. She followed the cult of D.A.N. and used strict diets and pills for her son. Some of the diets did help but most made him miserable.

They became obsessed with ridding the metals from their child’s body in order to cure him of autism. She didn’t do anything extreme but she researched many methods like chelation therapy, hugging therapy, and skull marrow massaging-something.

The parents finally came to their senses, finally saw their son’s misery and decided to put him first, when the doctor pushed for chelation, the process of filtering the mercury out of the blood even though it was at a low level.

They then turned to ABA therapy and their son learned, over time, to take care of himself and to live with his autism. They learned to accept him.

Glad that this craze is not so strong now. At least I don’t see it too much myself. I do see it from time to time online. I just can’t imagine parents doing these horrible, abusive things to their children. Medical torture for the sake of curing them of something that there is no cure for. Freaks me out.

Now I’m up to Asperger and his school for kids.

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Do Your Job, Homicidal

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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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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Pooped

Some how I was able to squeeze in a little work on The Collection today while M was home. A nice chunk. At this point half of the stories have been previously published or edited to death, so I’m just checking for typos or last minute grammar tweaks.

I still don’t know what to call it or when I’ll release it. It will be during the summer and it will be a crime collection.

The rest of the day I hung out with M and tried to keep her from pulling one of the cat’s tail…again. The damn cat doesn’t run away. I think she likes it.

M hasn’t gotten into the phase in a good long time. Maybe it’s been 8 months. Or a year. She’s so full of energy that she’s obviously ready to go back to school. But we’ll see how she is tomorrow.

Other than that my day has been uneventful unless cooking, cleaning, wiping butts, and picking people up with the car sounds exiting.

I’m pooped.

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Little Seen and Hugely Disliked

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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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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