Confounded Accusations

My daughter and I are off to the park. Good for us huh? I had a feeling that you'd say that.

So, i'm hard at work on a new comic script. This one is a little more real life oriented. Not that the last one wasn't but this one mos def is. It's set in the 80's which is cool and features one of everyone's all time fave bands... The Cure, well a cure cover band at any rate.
Last night was my Father in Law's 75th b-day. I thought it would suck but it was pretty fun. me Greg, my brother in law and some cat named kevin drank a bottle of tequila and i talked shit at them about how they were all gay. I was like totally the life of the party. I kick ass. Uhm ya.. i drank so much, and i guess the good lord was looking down on me cause i wasn't hung over. I thought for damn sure i would be but nope, fuck you.

so, fuck i've been busy. The comicthing fell apart but we have a new idea that we're working on. It's cool. As soon as it gets pooped out 'I'll let you know so that you can buy it. BUY IT. We're thinking maybe a 200 copy run? at like, 1-2 bucks a pop. If it pays for itself then that would rule but i'm not holding my breath on that. I imagine that i'll have boxes and boxes of em' lying around the house. Maybe they'll make good kindling...
I have NOTHING funny or interesting to say. Not that I normally do but today i have less. I'm kind of tired. It's hot out. Ya, that's a great excuse. The dogs are barking at something out front. They hate skaters and go totally ape when ever one passes the house. It's kind of funny they're like old ladies in that way...

Today is kind of Wierd. I have two kids today. This other kid, emiliano is my daughters best pal and they asked if i'd watch him for the afternoon while they took care of some shit. I was like, "Sure, why not?" I mean, how hard can it be and unlike most things that follow that sentence it's not hard at all. They played together all day while i cleaned up my house. Now they're both on naptime. I feel like super dad or something.
My earache is all better too. It's turning out to be an OK day over all. Wierd huh? Uhm that's really about all. I finished a second draft of my second comic book that i think is super bangin' but the jury is still out as the people i've sent it to haven't gotten back to me yet with a review. I'll let you know.. Like it's important to you anyway...

i'm at work, in the basement. I leave in mere minutes. I have to pick up a card because one of our volunteers passed away. His name was Bill and he had a really good sarcastic sense of humor. I'll miss seeing him. Sometimes he would bring his grandson in to help him out. I think that his grandson will think about those times in the future when he's remembering his grandfather. It's a good memory to have. He's lucky to have it even though he is really young to lose his grandpa.

I have to go to work in a few minutes. I'm tired. My ear infection kept me up most of the night. It's on the side i usually sleep on. It's hard to switch your sleeping side. It is for me anyway. Oh well. Someday it will pass and then i will be cool again

Well the movie was fucking Awesome! i shit you not, it's the best movie i've seen since Bladerunner which is should note was like, two months ago on VHS but ya, it was that good. It made me feel all emotional and girlish. i swear at the end i would have cried if they didn't cut to five minutes of ugly tokyo landscape. Ya know you only see Tokyo at night when it's all lit up and cool but during the day it's more like Pittsburgh, then it is like outerspace.
That's about all that i have for you today.. sorry, uhm, i'm gonna eat sushi later.. is that cool? It is, you wish that you were going to go and eat sushi, but you are a loser. good movie BTW

well bitches, i'm off to see Lost In Translation. It should be the move. I'll let you know. Sara, my pal, she loved it. I reckon that i will. I LOVE scarlet johanson. I wrote a poem (in my head) about talking to her on the phone. I thought it was good but i can't remember it.

Yesterday i went to the bar. It was cool but all the regulars, the drunks were all over greg and his drawings. he's good don't take it as me thinking anything but that. It was cool and he kept trying to throw adulation my way but it wasn't happening. They wanted him to draw pictures of them and one lady had a retarded kid that she wants done in charcoal. Sweet right? Whatever, Fuck them. I wrote the drawings ok. That makes me like, super cool..

so, I went to the doctor right? It turns out i got a like huge fucking ear infection. Good for me huh? Well it hurts. I'm a bitch when it comes to this shit. I whine and bitch. Fuck me. What a fag. I mean what kind of a fag am i. I was wearing a Smiths T-shirt at work today. Except mine was black. White would be hells of gayer. Black is like, goth or something. Whites just puss.

ugh, i was writing this post and had to run and take the most ruinous shit of my life. It was hard like a rock. I imagine that it was like getting fucked in the ass but in reverse. It hurt like hell. I think that i like telling you about it.
It's wierd. I think i'm totally losing my stuff. I thought that after i started on anti-crazy meds it wouldn't happen anymore but it really just seems like it happens less, that's good but i don't want it to happen at all. My jaw gets tight, so tight that it totally hurts. I want to cry but instead i yell at everyone. I totally hate to leave the house so i just kind of wander around. In Rules of Attraction one dude says he feels like someone else's ghost. That's how i feel like a ghost and a stranger all at the same time. It's not a nice feeling. It's like being dead, which sucks and not even knowing yourself or what your capable of, which sucks way worse..

hey
i think i have a cold. I think lately i'm always sick. It's prolly mental. I need to get my shit together. on the real. I don't know. My doc wants me to see a counselor. I really should get on that. It's wierd. He should just do it for me, when i get all depressed it's hard to do anything especially shit like calling up offices and arranging appointments. I should and eventually will do it, well.. more then likely i'll get my wife to do it for me. Without her i'd be long dead. Like shriveled up and dehydrated. I don't tell her enough how much i love her but without her help i'd never do anything. Even this blog was her idea. She is great, i am lame...

DUDE
yesterday sucked hard. My grandparents watch my daughter on the weekends. I'm glad that they do. I don't know how we'd manage without them but they never EVER listen to the instructions i give them. Yesterday i asked them to make sure she got her afternoon nap and they totally didn't. It might sound like it's not that big of a deal but it is. OK, she didn't sleep at all before i got home so when i did she was all cranky, no she was totally insane so i had to put her for a nap but that threw shit off kilter so she woke up in the middle of the night all refreshed and ready to play. It sucked cause, i wasn't. I'm having awful allergy fits so i just wanted to sleep it off. Ya so i was pissed but it's not like i can do anything about it. It's not like i can tell them what they do wrong, oh ya when i came home she was crying because she was so upset that the baby was crying.. It was total insanity! It made my teeth hurt.

I'm at work. It's saturday and i wish i was rollerskating at the park, it feels like the fourth of july. the doctor gave my wife some codeine cough syrup and i drank some. It got me sooper looped but now i feel like i have a codeine hangover... is there such a thing? Prolly not. I would imagine it's more likely allergies

now in no way am i pro gun. I'm like totally the opposite. I've never actually held a gun but i read this earlier. Over, and it was WAY over half of all gun deaths are suicides. SUICIDES. I think that this should be more well known. Death is death but it puts another spin on the whole gun danger debate... whatever. I'm not mike moore so what does my opinion count for....

Double fuck. My stupid web browser keeps crashin. I've written this gay ass shit TWICE. Fuck, let me just get to the gist of it. I went to a bar, ate chicken wings they were good. Talked about the comic with my illustrator he wants more action and i don't think i can do that. I write like mopy ass goths not like action packed cool things. Whatever, i have a vision. I'm a genius. Time will prove me right, or maybe not. Who cares outside of me..

i'm at work. It's not exciting. I finished issue two of my script yesterday. That was kind of exciting. I had to lock myself up in my office for uhm... 4 and a half hours but i did it. It's good. I think it's good anyway. I still have to like, uhm work on some of the jokes but that's not hard and refine some shit but ya, i'm done with that.
What's rough about this shit is that once you finish it's right on to the next part. You don't really get time to celebrate. Such is life..
I better go and shelf some books. My boss is out at an indian casind today but that doesn't mean i should slack off too much. A little but it's not cool to take advantage. Not major advantage anyway...