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Not Believe In The Media

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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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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Still Interesting and Still Inconclusive

More editing on Cities That Eat Islands.

Rearanged our DVDS. Finally made the whole bay in auteur and the second bay will be broken down into genre. saw a lot of titles I don’t think we’ll want anymore. I’ll have to double check with Neen. Should have a good handful to Swap out in the future. Be nice to have things broken down into Slasher, Ghost, and Sci-Fi for when I’m in the mood for certain things.

Origin of Species isn’t going so well. Darwin is not a very good writer. I’ver read MUCH better science writing than this. He states too much and doesn’t engage the reader. Doesn’t take you through the learning process. I’m going to try to at least get a quarter done. If he doesn’t convince me then I’m going to put it to the side.

M got sick in school today so I had to pick her up this afternoon. Explosive diarrhea. Ruined two sets of clothes. Should have a fun time washing those this week end. If they’re salvageable. She’s just fine. Must have caught a germ on her class trip the other day. We’ll keep her home tomorrow just in case.

Watched Suddenly today. Still a great noir. As menacing and subtly sympathetic Sinatra. I still don’t buy him over powering the great Sterling Hayden. Visually, I mean. Yeah, he had to shoot him in the arm to keep him down in the movie. It reminds me of Michael Pare against Willem Defoe in Streets of Fire. Your opponents should be equal in size or at least have your bad guy larger. Unless you’re doing a cartoon like film. Like Batman or something. Hayden was such a bad ass in everything he did.

The argument for guns is still interesting and still inconclusive. Something they don’t do anymore today. I like that in my art. Another reason most current cinema doesn’t interest me.

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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.

 

 

A Bitch and A Blessing

Started next forty pages of editing for Cities That Eat Islands. Still a solid first draft. Mostly cutting useless words, rephrasing grammar, and moving word order. The benefit of editing as you go when writing the first draft. Still proud of what I wrote. Still the best I wrote so far.

Paper back cover for Surly Girly came back. Looks great. Resubbed for technical revisions. Should get it by tomorrow and can have it ready for the proof.

People (kids) can only take so much from an aggressor (bully) before they strike back (shove). Sometimes there is a mediator (adult) on their side who wants peace for all. Aggressors (bullies) beware tomorrow.

Cognitive empathy can be a bitch and a blessing for me.

I don’t have it.

Blessing: In times of emergency like a car accident or when the kids or wife get hurt, I am cold and focused and take control of the situation to heal them. (Autistics make great EMTs)

A bitch: When the kids or wife or anyone whine to me how sick they are or how horrible a situation is, I can’t empathize for the moment.

I try and say, “That’s horrible” or “That must be terrible for you.”

Sometimes it works but to the more immature individual (children and emotionally stunted adults) it doesn’t. They can tell I’m sort of faking. They think I don’t care. They get mad.

No, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just I don’t have the brain parts to do it. I wasn’t born with it. I have the autistic brain.

The further bitch of it is that I want to empathize at that moment. And like someone who can’t communicate to people, I get frustrated or angry.

One of the biggest myths about people on the spectrum is that they don’t have empathy. We do. We empathize with the world a lot. With people. With their struggles, with their pain. So much that it’s a major part of our depression. We’re very sensitive people.

We just don’t have cognitive empathy.

See the difference?

 

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.