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Does Everyone Have An Agenda?

Worked on paperback files, some tweaking after I discovered a new trick. Now I look more like everyone else. Yay! Right. That’s what it’s all about, right? Looking like everyone one else.

Until they start reading the words inside and they find out that you’re not quite like everyone else. You start making them uncomfortable. You’re filling them with ideas and politics. You have an agenda. They throw your book across the room and write a horrible review about you.

Or they really dig it and buy the next one.

Whatever.

But yeah. Those are the times we live in. You hear the way people talk. The key words.

“The Conservative Agenda.”

“The Liberal Agenda.”

Or Democratic or Republic or whatever.

Y2K did bring the end of times but it wasn’t with a meteor or a total system crash. It was a clash of culture. It was with a black president that brought out the Aryan Movement. It was the biggest recession that revealed who was in power. It was the people that are just so fucking tired of it all.

Out with the old and in with the new.

But it’s not easy because the old doesn’t want to go so easy.

So yeah, people talk funny these days. Talk like they’re in some movie or in a dystopian novel. I’m used to it. I grew up watching that shit. Mad Max films and Warriors of the Wasteland and Solar Babies (haha) and what have you. I read all the books before like Fahrenheit 451, 1984, Handmaids Tale, etc. You would think that sales for these books would go down because people would need a break from real life but I see that they have been going up (here and here). I guess people need how to books to get along in this world.

How much of this shit can you take? Fiction has become reality

When shit started going down after the last election I wasn’t so surprised like others. I have been seeing the world like that all my life. I was happy. Finally, I was validated.

But you know what? They story isn’t new. Don’t get mad at Trumpians when they say that Trump didn’t start this. Yeah, he did start this, this shit that is going on NOW, but a lot of it has happened before. Government has always treated non whites like shit. Yeah, whites are treated bad, but most white people are sheep. You see the symbolism don’t you. White people = white sheep. Sheep take it. They’re submissive. Ready for slaughter. Easily led to food.

Look at history. It goes through phases. Some presidents are worse than others. We’re going through the worse right now. He’s even got his own language and world. It’s brilliant. And dangerous. But the people who follow him have always been here. Always. They were here since the beginning of the country. Shit. Since the start of the world.

Hate never dies.

Hate has an agenda.

So does love.

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PULL the Tail

Summer approaches and the heat has increased here. Today has gotten so hot that the schools decided on a half day for the kids. I think it only reached 92 as of now. Not that hot but hot enough.

Different from when I was a kid. I don’t remember schools closing because of the heat. We never had air conditioning and sometimes the teacher had a fan going in the classroom. We were allowed to make those paper fans and they kept the shades down.

Children’s rights have changed some.

No work. Had to prove rights to A Girl Closer to Death so the proof can be mailed. This is getting tedious. Still waiting for them to release it even though it was cleared yesterday. Slow.

People picking out the cover for Sandwich Can’t Stop A Bullet is going well. Looks like a contender and it’s not the one I favor. Interesting.

Watched James Whale’s Old Dark House Friday night. So fucking crazy. I loved. An eclectic group of young, contemporary, party people are stranded in this old, dark house in the middle of this absurd storm. Of course the people in the house are old, odd, and borderline psycho. Boris Karloff plays a mute butler who you don’t want to get drunk. It reminded me of a Tobe Hooper film, the tone of escalating insanity by use of characters; ala Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1 and 2.

Also saw Babysitter Wanted. A nice gory film about a Christian college girl who takes a job babysitting for this couple who live out in the boonies. The night she sits for the shy little boy, a man comes to kill him. Nothing is what it seems and there is a nice religious theme running through it. We’ve rewatched it many times. The only things that bothers me is the use of Scream jump scare music the first 45 minutes of the movie when there is nothing scary going on. Speaking of Chainsaw 2, Bill Mosely is in it as the town sheriff; a good guy!

Now I have to work on saving one of our cats. M is back to pulling her tail again and is getting way too aggressive. Even pushing at her to hear her meow. Going to try some visuals since distraction and hand-over-hand isn’t working much, or at least not fast enough. I printed out some pictures to make a don’t pull the cat’s tail sign. Hope it works.

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I’m an Anti-Social X-Man

Worked on the Sandwich paperback file. 150 pages of shorts. Love how Garamond looks. Maybe I’ll have the cover ready by the end of the month.

CS has improved their template since the last time I used it or it just works better on the writing program I used. Either way, it went a lot faster and I was able to do more this time around.

Watched Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Still a funny and risqué movie for PG that would never fly today. No way you could have an aroused, heavy, middle-aged woman straddle a man’s face at a picnic and ask, “Is this face taken?” And no, it wasn’t Elvira.

So yeah, a great movie with classic one liners in line with the best of Rodney Dangerfield’s movies about an outsider who ends up saving a town from a greater evil.

Read that this Katt Von D has been making the news because she plans to raise her child as a vegan and with no vaccinations. Now her long time customers will boycott because she won’t vaccinate her child.

First off, this is stupid in many parts.

Stupid Number One: There would never be enough boycotting that Von D would lose money to change her life principles. Case in point, the Trump boycott and the Chick-Fil-A boycott. Big business prevails because they always have their fingers in other ventures besides the main product they are pushing to help them through the lean times. And the average customer just doesn’t care.

Stupid Number Two: Von D is an idiot for raising her child a vegan. No one should push their child into doing something they don’t want to do that affects their body in such a harsh way. A child’s body goes through so many changes through the first 18 years that it needs certain vitamins and minerals and nutrients that some of them can only be obtained through meat. (Maybe I’m wrong, I’m just going by what I learned in school and from raising two kids). Yeah, I get there’s unnatural shit in meat. That’s why there is expensive meat without the shit. It’s times like this I have more respect for Protestant Christians. At least they wait for the child to be of a certain age before they baptize them. They wait until they are aware of sin. The parents wait until the child develops. But whatever. It’s stupid abuse on Von D’s, but not severe.

Stupid Number Three: Von D doesn’t want to vaccinate her child. It’s not clear if she fears autism but she does fear the chemicals in her child’s body. Apparently she doesn’t fear life-threatening diseases that can invade a child’s body and be carried over from one country to another and infect other non-vaccinated children. Or small pox, chicken pox, measles, and black plague?

But okay. That’s her choice. And there could be some secret natural vaccines out there that I don’t know about. She’s in this secret world. In this world autistic people are created by vaccines. Like me. I was once a normal little boy with wide clear eyes. I had a normal life. Vivacious. Active. Spoke clearly. Social.

Then I had the shot.

BOOM.

Glossy autistic eyes. Anti social. I have intense focus. Live in fantasy. I gained a super power. I became an anti-social X-Man.

I live an interesting life, no?
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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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Eating Quite the Monster

No work done.

Went to writing group in the late afternoon.

Family stuff.

Last night we finished Season of the Witch and watched the conversation between Romero and Guillermo Del Toro. I miss George. So glad I met him when I did.

Next few weeks should be busy with the kids ending school and M’s graduation.

If all goes well, I can complete some work stuff and clear the way for some short stories and novellas this summer.

Started reading Neurotribes. Really digging it. It traced the history of autism and starts off with a scientists named Cavendish back in the 1750s. Should eat this one up fast even though it’s quite the monster.

Sweet Son of a Bitch

Thursday

More editing on The Collection and some computer work.

Watched Puppet Master: Axis of Evil again. One of the good ones in the series and the start of a trilogy. Since I picked up the other parts at the Full Moon table at the Chiller con I can break into them next week. What’s great about this one is how it takes place in 1938 during WWII and the puppets are fighting Nazis in LA. Nice little twist.

Neen and I went to M’s school that night where they were having an autism/education presentation for the parents. Little bit of what we can expect for the kids going into kindergarten and stuff we can do at home. Even though M has worked hard in therapy and school and is advanced for her age there was some good stuff we picked up to keep her moving forward.

Friday

Neen’s home for the summer on Fridays now so we went out for the afternoon. I managed to work on the Collection a bit before we left.

After collecting the kids, I did some computer work and noticed something odd. While updating files on B&N, I saw that the categories where blank or strangely outdated. Maybe when Nook transitioned to their new system last year things changed. Duh, right. I updated them when I updated the new files, but still need to go back to do the rest.

That night we then watched the Arrow edition of George Romero’s Season of the Witch. It had the extended version (Jack’s Wife) which we never saw so we of course we started that. Still looked good even through it was peppered with untreated film. Such a great movie and ahead of it’s time. A lot of fans hate it. Don’t get it, at least why it’s considered a horror film. Probably not a horror film. Not in the sense that Martin is. But it is a great film and a social statement on feminism and white suburban life.

Saturday

More editing on the Collection. Closer to the end.

Took the cats to the vet. Bill wasn’t bad. Mooey is in her senior years. 14 years old and her time now is a blessing. Sweetie had his anal glands checked. He rubs his ass across the floor every time after he shits. Nope, glands are fine. He just does it because he’s a son of a bitch and has a bad habit.

Tonight we’ll finish watching Season and maybe some extras.

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