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| Welcome to Lackluster Video!So I see my last post disturbed and frightened you all. As it probably should have. I was pretty creeped out myself.
I just finished watching Fun with Dick and Jane with my wife. It was surprisingly mediocre. Well, maybe it's not that surprising. Either way, it was mediocre and really not worth my time. And I had to see a Baldwin. Why do I despise Alec Baldwin? I think the real question we need to be asking here is: Why don't you?
Speaking of hated actors and the like, I have recently discovered my wife despises David Hasselhoff. I don't know why, she just does. Not, however, as much as I hate Matthew Mcconaughey. He's the devil.
I think I may have decided on a setting for my comic. Now I just have to draw it and decide if I like it.
I bought an exercise machine yesterday. My wife and I are going to be exercising a lot. I'm kind of excited, in a masochistic way.
akhir
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| An Army of Tiny Demon SoldiersI have to say I've decided I hate dreams. The only things that happen in my dreams are overly bizarre, and I'm really getting sick of the nonsense. Normally, it's just strange and improbable things, like I have to kill a zombie horde, or something to that effect. However, last night I dreamt that I was sexually assaulted by someone I know, and no one would believe it wasn't consensual. Stuff like that just starts your whole day in an awkward funk.
Now that I'm sure you're all sufficiently creeped out, let's change the subject. I've been battling an infestation of ants for quite some time, and despite my best efforts, the buggers just refuse to die. I've bought several different types of poisons, repellents, etc., but nothing seems to stick. They just keep coming back. I admire their determination, but couldn't we just call it a day? It's like present-day Missouri going to war with medieval China. We would have the superior firepower, but at the end of the day, the superior numbers of the enemy would make winning almost impossible. Or so it seems.
It's my day off, and at nearly 11 o'clock, I have yet to eat anything, nor have I accomplished anything productive. Both of those are a problem, though it's arguable which is the bigger problem. Regardless, I am off to rectify them.
akhir
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| But why Yacht Rock?I had honestly and truly forgotten how much the internet can eat you alive if you let it. I got off work and was home by around 6 o'clock, at which time I sat down at my computer to take a gander at a couple of sites I had read about. Now I look down at the clock at it's 7:30. Where, I ask you, did my hour and a half go? What's scary is I used to do this all the time. And by all the time I mean almost every day.
Maybe that's why I stopped.
Speaking of my internet journeys, video diarys are one of the more odd things I think I have ever experienced. Granted, the online journal has it's degree of voyeurism attached, but taking those same thoughts, minus the filter, and filming them is, frankly, disconcerting. Especially when it's someone with which you have no connection. Watching video of someone divulge their daily mental refuse is almost, in a way, embarrassing. It's too personal for strangers.
But maybe that's just me.
I really enjoy writing. Especially literary devices that are purely grammatical. This, I recognize, makes me an enormous nerd, though I'm sure if you're reading this, you all know know that. I'm referring to things like what I have done in the two previous paragraphs, making one sentence a paragraph for emphasis. It reminds me of Chuck Palahniuk, and that makes me smile.
A lot.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.
I'm currently working on a fledgling idea that may someday become a webcomic. The main characters are a panda and a penguin. The real problem so far is deciding where to begin the comic, because honestly, the setting is almost everything. Things are only funny in context, so the question becomes: In what context are a panda and a penguin most funny? I have to say, I am rather surprised my major roadblock isn't my displeasure with the art itself. I find it hard not to be overly critical of anything I create, but in this case, I have been able to let those objections, for the most part, slide. Now if I can just finalize a damn premise.
akhir
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| Pyrotechnics Anyone?I have to go get ready for work, but I thought I would stop in and mention a couple of items of some importance. First and formost, my wife has started ablog, so go check that out. I know you all want to. Secondly, my brother just started a podcast, so go check that out as well.
Go on, you know you want to see.
akhir
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| Triumphant Return - Ver. 3.57I find myself once again at the helm of this, as of late, perennial communication to the internets. Though, as I am sure you will note, if you have not already, there have been a great number of changes to said space. This, in all truth, reflects the changes in my own life. So much so, in fact, that all previous entries have been removed, because at a very basic level, those things are no longer a part of who I am as an individual. It was odd to read over the past posts as the author, and honestly feel as though I was reading the thoughts of another person. I guess we all grow and mature eventually, but I feel as though who I was and who I am are so drastically different. Which, for the record, is all for the better.
In summation: adulthood is interesting; hooray for marriage.
In other news, I am currently obsessed with the record listed above. (Admittedly, some things never change.) Also of note, when I refer to record, I mean specifically the LP, because I was given a wonderful record player/stereo system by my father-in-law. I think I need to bake him a cake or some other sugared confection to show my appreciation. Needless to say, it is rather fantastic. Now if I can only obtain a copy of Blonde on Blonde or Slow Train Coming.
As this is my first foray into my "new" blog, I will bring this entry to a close. I wouldn't want to sprain my creative muscles from overuse on the first go-round. And stuff.
More updates as they occur.
akhir
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