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Not much to say here these days. Just that, if you're on a starship in some unexplored quadrant of the galaxy, keep the bullshit sensors on at all times. Otherwise, your ship might end up impaled on a bullshit filament. Oh, sorry! I've just been doing more nothing in my time off. I'm getting good at that - hopefully not too good. I hope you're having a happy holiday season, and doing as little as possible in your time off. And best of luck in the new year. (Didn't put much thought into that, eh? Sorry. Best I could do.) | ||||||||||
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Friday, December 27, 2019
Less Is Best
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Solid Foundations
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I'm getting into good shape from all the exercise. I'm filling out around my shoulders and pectorals, and developing a washboard stomach. I'm also improving on the equipment. I'm used to propane fueled machines, but I'm catching onto the electric ones. My crate sounds like a WW2 German Tiger. It's slow and creaky, but it's big and it gets the job done. For amusement I took out the tenth season of Cheers from the library shelf. (I know it's old, but I missed a lot of it when it aired. That was back when my evenings were consumed with music in the early 90's.) I usually feel safe about watching comedy from before I started blogging in 1999, but I had to skip one episode because it was about one of the characters applying to be a writer on the Tonight Show. After that show's thorough plundering of my 1999 to 2007 posts, I had not the patience for any flattering reference to it, especially from another NBC show. I managed to watch the remaining episodes of the box set without incident - jumping past the theme song after each opening, of course. I have confidence in my future because I know I will write quality work. I can write good songs, soundtracks, dialogues/monologues, draw cartoons, and so forth, and people will be in the market for my product more so than for me, I think. I've improved a lot with my recording and I think my new gear, which I can now afford, will make a striking difference. So, all in all, a pretty decent Christmas this year. I haven't checked to see if they're still going to the wrong page for my Google account in Mozilla. I don't want to spoil it. | ||||||||||
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Wednesday, December 18, 2019
So Far, So Good
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I don't want to spoil the Christmas mood with too much complaining. I'm not sure if those girls were making some subtle putdown. But I don't need to be disturbed on my walks to and from work if it was about some bullshit lie on the internet. I'm working on my new song, but I'm doing it in my head. I only record it after I know it well enough. It's trying to explore along the same lines as the above, my last music post on YouTube from November 3rd this year. Now I can afford both a new guitar and a new computer. I think these would make good investments. I completed my first month on the job already. Time flies when you're employed. But I don't mind living a real life, and I've never been afraid of working hard. I like to earn things honestly, so I can feel good about my achievement, and there are no shortcuts to it. | ||||||||||
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Tuesday, December 17, 2019
Different Kinds of Crap
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I don't always have time to respond to remarks that come from my posting here, now that I have a job to go to, but I feel I must answer the girls who wanted to lecture me on the different kinds of pop. Yes, there is the kind that annoys you when it's coming from a passing car, and there's the kind that annoys you when it comes from your neighbour's room, and there's the kind that annoys you when you're waiting in a store queue. It always annoys you because it is always empty headed crap. And it was usually my simplest throwaways that were picked up by pop performers with no composing skills, as was the case with the ill fated Under My Umbrella. But my music comes with a concept, the concept of listening to music for quality instead of for popularity. It's a very compelling concept that has served a lot of criminals in gaining the trust of the population with songs they stole from me. I don't expect the idols of these girls to ever understand such things as going to work in a real job, wanting to earn money honestly, wanting to create beautiful music or poetry. Their idols don't want to be artists, they want to be stars. They don't want to struggle and have purpose, they want everyone to worship them for my achievements and have every reward handed to them for as little effort as possible. They might soon be able to censor the truth in my YouTube account, but I've got it all stored away on my home computer. I'll just have to post it all somewhere else where people can read it easier if it comes to that. | ||||||||||
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Thursday, December 12, 2019
Merry Christmas, Lord
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God's taste in Christmas gifts is decidedly non-materialistic. He only accepted that gold because he was too little to be able to protest. Given a choice, he'd prefer an eternal, righteous deed over a passing, material thing. A good gift for God would be to bust someone who's committing Christmas fraud on the internet with my poems or scripts. God loves truth more than television does. Christmas is a giving time, and I've tried to hand out my share over the years. I improvised and recorded this set of Christmas carols in 2007 and 2013 and shared it on YouTube: Ho Ho and Ho. No one else should be appearing with this highly original musical recording. I wrote and shared the below poem in 2007 and 2015: The Eloquent Pair. It currently resides in my LEFTOVERS blog. No on else should be claiming to have written it. Two born on the eve of the snowy Yuletide Whose first pleas for warmth were by mere moments spaced Whose mothers beheld them with joy and with pride Like beacons of hope in the strange world they faced The first to a kindred of long-standing roots In opulent splendour, to ample acclaim The second in modest surroundings as suits One starting out life with a commoner's name Towards advanced goals was the privileged one steered By which words do the working, rather than hands As the son of a tanner was the other boy reared Where he might have to yield to a few more demands To invention the firstborn applied the tuned string Though his progress lay irksomely shrouded in doubt A great deal could be made with the notes he could sing But he had not the fingers to let it all out The nimble subordinate's needle and thread Zigzagged through leather at dazzling speed But his capable hands could not get him ahead For more joyful pursuits, to be free of his need War came upon them, stern and severe Sweeping them off to commensurate ranks As a medic, the humbler stayed to the rear While his opposite bravely commanded the tanks As approached the next Yuletide, by a shattering rebuff With the shells raining down, the tank captain was struck The medic responded adroitly enough To recover the wounded for the fight against luck The wounded went right away under the knife Of the doctors who offered the peak of their care From the outset they knew they could salvage his life But his poor smashed up arm was beyond all repair Among the recovering, he soon was aware Of the cruel dilemma this Christmas would bring As a one-armed composer with new work to share With what instrument would he make his songs ring? At his side stood a visitor, following through With his duty to see to the health of his case And the strains were more lively from his point of view On the battered guitar he had brought from the base The great virtuoso transformed the sad lot Inspiring his captain to lift up his voice And the eloquent pair from performing ceased not Until even the beds in the ward would rejoice Two born anew in an unlikely place As masterful makers of glorious song Perhaps smiled upon by miraculous grace May their acquaintance be pleasant and long Nice eh? No one better be claiming to have written anything from my long series the Octiverse. Please find below in my Songs/Poems index links. | ||||||||||
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Monday, December 9, 2019
Flow of Meter
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I slept for ten hours yesterday morning, but I only got two hours sleep the night before. So there wasn't enough time for a post yesterday. I lose my rhythm on the lift when I'm sleepy, but I got it back by last night. I was hearing Strauss's Blue Danube in my head as I completed my slow moving maneuvers in and out of those pallets. I wonder if any women have ever worked there. When you think of it, fifty pounds is about the same as a small child. They could probably manage it with those tough, ropy arms of theirs. And they'd be more familiar with the fruits and vegetables from their kitchen experience. If she looks fit, just put her in a reflective body suit to avoid accidents on the lift trucks. As for me, I bought both a turkey and a ham this Christmas. I need to put on some weight to give me some more pull when I'm working on slippery surfaces. | ||||||||||
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Saturday, December 7, 2019
Cheerful Reminder
Friday, December 6, 2019
Character Recognition
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It's going to be a good Christmas for me this year. I look back on my blogging period since 2010 in this account as a character building experience. No one wants to be called a thief or a 'crazy person' all the time when they're innocent, or have strangers insulting them, and it tends to bring out the worst retorts. To endure such stress from one's own circles is trying, but imagine having to endure it from whole populations. But if you survive it, you grow stronger. Time is passing quickly again since I returned to the workplace, and I am speeding towards my goal. The potential profits are limitless for what I have in mind, and I was thinking I'd make a good plutocrat. I'd be fair. After all, if I'd have been treated fairly by certain plutocrats, I'd have gotten rich a long time ago. I've learned how to brush off the insults. I think that's an ability needed by a public figure because if everyone knows you, they have an opinion about you. It's not always going to be a good opinion. You have to be able to handle it. To be fair in my regard of the broadcast/entertainment industry at this festive time, maybe they couldn't help their behaviour. They are essentially a predator, which reflexively pounces on profits like a wolf on a stray lamb. Their destructive impulse is like my creative impulse to write music and comedy. We are creatures of impulse, then. In that sense, we have something in common.
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