For anyone concerned that I didn't work enough on my music on my time off, relax. I first need to pour my energy into this job, at least until I learn the thing. Once my body builds up a bit and I know what I'm doing there, it will be easy to fit the rest of my life in around it. One thing at a time.
I'm going to remind people now that I'm getting a job to get a credit card so that I can carry on as an independent artist and make money at it. I've never had a credit card before, but I never wanted one until I learned that it's the only way to get paid on the web.
As I come to the close of another 'work weekend,' I think I have made the most of my time off. I can now say with certainty that the sniper film classic Enemy at the Gate (not to be confused with the British serial Enemy at the Door) is historically inaccurate. For starters, Stalingrad was fought in 1942. By then the Red Army knew the Germans were coming and made sure their troops were armed. That business of sharing rifles was earlier, during the assault on Moscow. And there weren't any Russian troop trains on the scene at the beginning. The local garrison was ordered to hold out while they were surrounded, and fell back a little at a time, until they were confined to about 15 percent of the city. Then the Red Army's troop trains arrived, well-armed and equipped for winter fighting, and surrounded the Germans.
Russian women soldiers were more muscular than the film's female lead. On the other hand, their spies more closely resembled her. At the very least, they'd have sent to her the propaganda division. And I kept confusing Bob Hoskins with Ed Asner. And he didn't wave his arms in the air enough while he was shouting to convince me he was Nikita Khrushchev.
All the same, the film has a point to make about how communism fails to undo inequalities, such as good looks. For instance, some people have sexy eye-brows and some people don't. When it comes to eyes, how they are framed by the brows is important. They can curve up and away, and get kinda wild, or go straight across, as though they were drawn on with a ruler and thick felt pen. If you have curvy eye-brows like Jude Law, you're all set. But if you have straight eye-brows, like me and Joe Fiennes, you're more limited. Good for playing poker, maybe, but not much else. I felt a tear in my eye at the end of his speech on the subject.
Those were the days, eh? Potatoes and bacon for brunch, then back out to the ruins to try to find a good spot. And when you look upon your slain foe up close, you think, hey, maybe we could have been friends if I didn't have to shoot you in the head. I'm just in a dream over it now. Should hold me until I have to go back to work tomorrow.
I was reading through some old blogs the other night and you wouldn't believe what I found on a dusty old disk. It was from 2005, when I thought I was so smart to tell the world there was no God:
But I got to tell you the truth, folks, when it comes to bullshit, you've got to stand in awe of the all-time, major-league champion of false promises and exaggerated claims: religion. Think about it. Religion has actually convinced people that's there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire and burning and torture and anguish where he will send you to suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever till the end of time.
I erased the above post - along with many others like it - from my first Blogger account in 2007 because I rejected my atheism and didn't want to take away people's faith anymore. But comedians don't care about your heart. They just care about looking like they're funny.
So now if you see or hear the italicized on the internet, you can flag it and refer to this blog post to explain yourself. Hardly anyone looks at those old things anymore, but it would be nice to finally do away with their fraud portions.
I have a busy day ahead. If all goes as planned, I will be signed off of public assistance by the end of the day. Consider it my Christmas present to the poor, overburdened Canadian tax payer.
Yes, and I received another note from my friends at the Songwriter's Association. People who write good songs don't need to be comedians, but that doesn't give comedians the right to steal all of my most amusing blogs when they number in the thousands. I've registered sixty (60) songs with SOCAN this year, and the next time I go to a lawyer about suing offenders like Taylor Swift, I will be taken seriously. The above song, for instance, is a good new song that she doesn't know how to write. She always steals my songs when they turn out like that. But this time I have SOCAN to back me up with their song vault. I hope I will finally be permitted to visit her with my camera when she's incarcerated. This justice is owed to me.
5:54pm. Now that I've had some time to think about the impact of the above quote from the past, I think I should try to expand my thoughts out to the fullest. It's getting into the holiday season and I don't want to be a downer. I have two relatives named George and I want the dead to rest in peace. The fact is that I have suffered repeat assaults upon my peace every time I have been confronted with George Carlin clip on YouTube since he passed on in 2008.
I'm finally starting to get ahead now, and I don't know where I would have been without all my prayers to the Lord. When I consider how much I may have damaged my personal relationship with him by such things as the above, I do not also want to be responsible for George Carlin's success with the same words. That was why I erased them. I regretted sharing them. I was trying to atone for them. And here is this comedian, undermining all my efforts. Can we please get this straightened out before I die?
All the same, I think Jesus would still want me to forgive Carlin. God help me.
