Daiv: It is another one of those days. The bald guy is talking too loud in the cafe as usual. It is what he
does best. I guess he used to be an alcoholic, and now finds solace in coffee. However, the alcoholic
residue of loud talking, and always on a stage in front of people to bring attention to yourself remains.
It is a pain for someone like me who is just minding his own business, and wants to stew in his own
thoughts. Otherwise, it is a fine day here on the space station. I think I will go to the smoking section
and have a cigarette. Be right back, or 'brb' as the kids like to say.
So, I was out there having a cigarette, minding my own business, and some black guy says to me,
"Hey, you ever see that television commercial where that guy..."
I instantly stepped back.
"Man, you got issues," he said.
"Yeah, I do got issues."
With that he walked away, and looked back at me, and I looked at him. I couldn't give a f***. He
was interrupting me. He looked suspect to me, and up to no good at all. It had nothing to do with
whether or not he was black, but it had a lot to do with the fact that he was some kind of hustler,
wanting something. I have no patience for people like that. I know it is public space, but these
people have nothing to offer. They try to warm you up with conversation, but they have a motive,
and I don't like to be hustled. I find that it is most unpleasant. A guy like that will rob me blind in
a second and not even care, if given the opportunity. I base this on personal experience, which
I know is not good enough for some people, but I am the one writing this blog, and I can say
whatever I want. If you have issues with that, go write your own blog, I don't care.
Anyway, I just realized that I don't want any more coffee, and that I want to go home. It is an early
departure for me today. I have a lot to do with my smuggling operations today. My work is cut out
for me.
I don't know why every thing has to be so hard and difficult in this universe, but it just is.
I never had the inclination to play much piano. I never got the hang of it. I didn't work hard enough
at it. Too bad, I could have been playing by now. It is hard work to keep the playing up, you have
to practice, or else it doesn't work.
I didn't want to be a pianist, I wanted to be an artist.
Anyway, the tattooed bald guy that needed a lot of attention finally left. I find him a little bit too
much, and more than a little abrasive. He is rough around the edges, and he had to make sure
everyone knew he was leaving.
He sat in a place he never sits at, just so he could try to butter up these young girls who were
minding their own business. They didn't seem to mind him much, laughing along with him, but they
are now departed.
I don't like guys that scare the girls away. That is not good.
That happens in the bar a lot, where drunken guys will scare girls away. Late at night at a bar,
you don't want the girls to leave. Then you just end up with a bunch of lonely bastards at closing
time, and that is a drag.
Yeah, it is really time to go.
* * *
Anyway, it will take some time to really get this blog going. I have lots of ideas about it, but when I sit down and write, the ideas are sometimes elusive.
Writing science fiction is not that difficult. It is just the context that is changed. Instead of writing in a cafe, I write as if I'm in a cafe on a space station. Piece of cake, eh? Yeah, it is.
I still have to work out the aspects of my alternate universe system, and how it all works. It is a big job ahead of me. I only have vague ideas about my science fiction, and how it is all going to work.
Anyway, I have my Star Trek communicator with me. There was a moment where it was going off inside my jacket, and I couldn't turn the damn thing off.
It is time to close up shop, and go home. I got things to do, unfortunately. Luckily, some of my activities includes video game playing.
I have some videos to make, too.
One way around ads on blogs, is to write really long articles, then the viewer doesn't see the ads as much, which only serves to distract people. That is all the ads do to me, I never click on them. Most ads have no interest for me, unless it is for some awesome video game, I don't want to see those stinking ads.
Laters.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
The Fear of Success
"Holy crap, I am starting to earn some credits with intergalactic posts, blogs, and videos. This is amazing. I still have some details to work out in order to get paid, though. This will take a while, but I got time. I have to earn 100 credits before they pay me. That will be awesome when they do. I feel completely encouraged at this point."
Daiv was pretty happy with how things were going. He had worked his @ss off, and it was starting to pay off. Sure, it wasn't much. In fact, it was so minimal as to be barely detectable. He knew however, that the more he would do, the better chances he had of making something happen.
The pennies were starting to register into his account little by little. He was very pleased by this. It was only a matter of time, with persistence, that nickles would start popping in, too.
For now, he just had to start plugging away.
He just stepped outside and had a cigarette with his friend. They talked about 'Interview with Non-Celebrities' and how that would work in a comedy sketch kind of situation. An example question is, "So, what was it like to take 4th place in the regional poetry contest in 1992?"
It would be funny just to interview people about how much of a loser they were.
Basically, the idea is to do the opposite of all the crap in celebrity interviews, about how great everything is.
* * *
Hi. I'm just at the cafe, thinking about stuff. My thoughts are centered around Babylon 5. I've been amusing myself with thoughts of watching the show as much as possible just to start talking like that in real life. I think that would be pretty funny, to have conversations with people, and then go into these long diatribes and expository explanations about everything. Most people interpret that as being an @sshole, but if I do it in a good way, it might work.
Let's see, what else is there?
It's my job to become popular on the web, and do as good as I can. That is all anybody expects of me. If I succeed, there will be money at the end of the rainbow waiting for me. It will be quite a journey, but what is great about it is it will all be because of my own work and labor. I'll be working for myself at that point, and that is all I have ever wanted.
There are stories of artists starting to do well on the web. I want to be one of those people. I want to make and sell art and go to town with it all. I've got nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
I can't wait to get started with my new body of work. I've been prepping for it in my mind. I will do it all on the web. It will take a while before anything comes of it, but who cares? As long as I have a good time is all that matters.
Anyhow, I am deciding on whether or not to have another cup of coffee.
"What the hell, why not?" is usually my answer.
* * *
The Fear of Success is a real thing. I suffer from it a little. I have tasted success many times, only to withdrawal when I get close to it. I can never just go all the way and push through, and keep pushing. That is what I have to do. Just be a dick about it. I hate doing that. Also, I feel guilt and shame about money. I have to get over it. My life depends on money coming in, so I don't know what my problem is. My mother was never into making too much money. She just wanted enough to get by, and that wasn't good enough. Deep down inside, I know she wanted more money to be able to do things and buy things. I don't want to end up like her or my dad, dead and broke. I want to get something going, and make it last.
I will have to do more research on 'The Fear of Success' and 'The Fear of Failure'. I don't know what I am afraid of to be honest. I know that I have to have a lot of confidence in order to push forward and to make something happen.
I've also been thinking about what it will take to be a pro blogger. Maybe I ought to start making blogger friends like I did on youtube. It takes time. I still haven't found too many blogs that I really like. It is hard to comment on people's blogs where I don't know them. Maybe I should try. I know I would like some random stranger to comment on my blog, so maybe I should take the initiative. That would be new for me.
You have to have gusto to live. A pure driving passion. Plus, making money is sexy. Women find that attractive when a man uses his talents to make cash.
Money and sex always goes together.
Daiv was pretty happy with how things were going. He had worked his @ss off, and it was starting to pay off. Sure, it wasn't much. In fact, it was so minimal as to be barely detectable. He knew however, that the more he would do, the better chances he had of making something happen.
The pennies were starting to register into his account little by little. He was very pleased by this. It was only a matter of time, with persistence, that nickles would start popping in, too.
For now, he just had to start plugging away.
He just stepped outside and had a cigarette with his friend. They talked about 'Interview with Non-Celebrities' and how that would work in a comedy sketch kind of situation. An example question is, "So, what was it like to take 4th place in the regional poetry contest in 1992?"
It would be funny just to interview people about how much of a loser they were.
Basically, the idea is to do the opposite of all the crap in celebrity interviews, about how great everything is.
* * *
Hi. I'm just at the cafe, thinking about stuff. My thoughts are centered around Babylon 5. I've been amusing myself with thoughts of watching the show as much as possible just to start talking like that in real life. I think that would be pretty funny, to have conversations with people, and then go into these long diatribes and expository explanations about everything. Most people interpret that as being an @sshole, but if I do it in a good way, it might work.
Let's see, what else is there?
It's my job to become popular on the web, and do as good as I can. That is all anybody expects of me. If I succeed, there will be money at the end of the rainbow waiting for me. It will be quite a journey, but what is great about it is it will all be because of my own work and labor. I'll be working for myself at that point, and that is all I have ever wanted.
There are stories of artists starting to do well on the web. I want to be one of those people. I want to make and sell art and go to town with it all. I've got nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
I can't wait to get started with my new body of work. I've been prepping for it in my mind. I will do it all on the web. It will take a while before anything comes of it, but who cares? As long as I have a good time is all that matters.
Anyhow, I am deciding on whether or not to have another cup of coffee.
"What the hell, why not?" is usually my answer.
* * *
The Fear of Success is a real thing. I suffer from it a little. I have tasted success many times, only to withdrawal when I get close to it. I can never just go all the way and push through, and keep pushing. That is what I have to do. Just be a dick about it. I hate doing that. Also, I feel guilt and shame about money. I have to get over it. My life depends on money coming in, so I don't know what my problem is. My mother was never into making too much money. She just wanted enough to get by, and that wasn't good enough. Deep down inside, I know she wanted more money to be able to do things and buy things. I don't want to end up like her or my dad, dead and broke. I want to get something going, and make it last.
I will have to do more research on 'The Fear of Success' and 'The Fear of Failure'. I don't know what I am afraid of to be honest. I know that I have to have a lot of confidence in order to push forward and to make something happen.
I've also been thinking about what it will take to be a pro blogger. Maybe I ought to start making blogger friends like I did on youtube. It takes time. I still haven't found too many blogs that I really like. It is hard to comment on people's blogs where I don't know them. Maybe I should try. I know I would like some random stranger to comment on my blog, so maybe I should take the initiative. That would be new for me.
You have to have gusto to live. A pure driving passion. Plus, making money is sexy. Women find that attractive when a man uses his talents to make cash.
Money and sex always goes together.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Star Wars: The Old Republic
With the release of SWTOR, I realized today that I've just been given something to make fun of, and that SJB might actually have a future.
The original plan of SJB was to just make fun of all of science fiction, focusing mostly on Star Trek and Star Wars, and some of the other major sci fi franchises, but my Universe is really expanded now, and I am pretty stoked about it.
Basically, there is no end to my source material.
I can make a whole career being the court jester of the sci fi universe, and that sounds like a lot of fun.
I read today that they are allowing same-sex couples in TOR. That is really cool. I'm into lesbians, I saw some kissing today in the cafe. Always a nice sight.
SBJ will outdo all science fiction in terms of its Timeline. It will begin at the beginning of the creation of The Universe, and will continue until The Destruction of The Known Universe. That will give me some room to play around in.
There will also be Alternate Universes, known as A.U., and those are infinite.
There is also The Universe that was before Our Universe.
There is also The One Universe That Comes After Our Universe.
So, there is No End of the stories that can take place in my universe.
There will be plenty of room for all.
I will make fun of Babylon 5, Alien, 2001, and all kinds of things.
I will be venturing into The Unknown, too. It might get a little scary.
In my universe, there is even a hentai planet, just to give you a clue.
There is also The Federation of Porn Planets. I'm going to have fun with that one, though I can only really get into that stuff on my 'other blog', and not here, where I can only suggest what goes on.
Did you know Gene Roddenberry had an interest in porn? So you see, I have a basis for all this.
Also, if you can, watch the original Flash Gordon on youtube. It is where so much of Star Wars comes from. Read the Dune books, too.
Lucas likes Star Trek, and always has. Well, so do I, despite me making fun of it all the time. I like Kirk and Spock, and McCoy, and everybody. I also like the ladies in mini-skirts and black knee-high sex boots. It is pretty damn cute.
Anyway, there is my update right now; it is time to drink a beer.
The original plan of SJB was to just make fun of all of science fiction, focusing mostly on Star Trek and Star Wars, and some of the other major sci fi franchises, but my Universe is really expanded now, and I am pretty stoked about it.
Basically, there is no end to my source material.
I can make a whole career being the court jester of the sci fi universe, and that sounds like a lot of fun.
I read today that they are allowing same-sex couples in TOR. That is really cool. I'm into lesbians, I saw some kissing today in the cafe. Always a nice sight.
SBJ will outdo all science fiction in terms of its Timeline. It will begin at the beginning of the creation of The Universe, and will continue until The Destruction of The Known Universe. That will give me some room to play around in.
There will also be Alternate Universes, known as A.U., and those are infinite.
There is also The Universe that was before Our Universe.
There is also The One Universe That Comes After Our Universe.
So, there is No End of the stories that can take place in my universe.
There will be plenty of room for all.
I will make fun of Babylon 5, Alien, 2001, and all kinds of things.
I will be venturing into The Unknown, too. It might get a little scary.
In my universe, there is even a hentai planet, just to give you a clue.
There is also The Federation of Porn Planets. I'm going to have fun with that one, though I can only really get into that stuff on my 'other blog', and not here, where I can only suggest what goes on.
Did you know Gene Roddenberry had an interest in porn? So you see, I have a basis for all this.
Also, if you can, watch the original Flash Gordon on youtube. It is where so much of Star Wars comes from. Read the Dune books, too.
Lucas likes Star Trek, and always has. Well, so do I, despite me making fun of it all the time. I like Kirk and Spock, and McCoy, and everybody. I also like the ladies in mini-skirts and black knee-high sex boots. It is pretty damn cute.
Anyway, there is my update right now; it is time to drink a beer.
"Losers In Space" - The Space War Between LA and SF
A: How is it going?
B: It's going.
A: Let's smoke.
B: I already am.
A: Okay.
B: SF needs to stand for something.
A: Well, we know the 'F' stands for 'Freaks'.
B: 'S' stands for 'Solitary'......'Solitary Freaks'!!!
With that, both A and B bellowed out with laughter until it hurt.
* * *
LA stands for 'Loser Assholes' so maybe they will have a war with the 'Solitary Freaks'.
The space war between LA and SF has been going on for over 150 years.
I guess I used to be on the side of LA, but then I jumped ship, and joined The Rebellion of SF. This was years ago when that happened.
You ever notice when you are standing around or walking outside that if somebody doesn't like you for whatever reason, they will spit on the sidewalk? I hate those people. They do it to me all the time. I never know if they are spitting at me as an insult, or just spitting.
Anyway, it looks like wars in this world will never end. That is sad.
B: It's going.
A: Let's smoke.
B: I already am.
A: Okay.
B: SF needs to stand for something.
A: Well, we know the 'F' stands for 'Freaks'.
B: 'S' stands for 'Solitary'......'Solitary Freaks'!!!
With that, both A and B bellowed out with laughter until it hurt.
* * *
LA stands for 'Loser Assholes' so maybe they will have a war with the 'Solitary Freaks'.
The space war between LA and SF has been going on for over 150 years.
I guess I used to be on the side of LA, but then I jumped ship, and joined The Rebellion of SF. This was years ago when that happened.
You ever notice when you are standing around or walking outside that if somebody doesn't like you for whatever reason, they will spit on the sidewalk? I hate those people. They do it to me all the time. I never know if they are spitting at me as an insult, or just spitting.
Anyway, it looks like wars in this world will never end. That is sad.
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Never-Ending War
"It will never end," he thought to himself.
"If there isn't a war now, there will always be echoes of wars past and rumors of wars present," he continued.
"The human race is addicted to war in the same way that a heroin addict wants heroin. Not aware of the effects he has on others, he searches to get high. Likewise, the makers of war don't care about who it affects, or what the long-term destruction will do. Basically, with every family being destroyed, you will always have new people growing up really pissed off, and they want revenge. Thus, you have a cycle of war."
"I don't know if humanity can break its addiction of war. It seems to need to get high every day."
"The human race needs an intervention."
"If there isn't a war now, there will always be echoes of wars past and rumors of wars present," he continued.
"The human race is addicted to war in the same way that a heroin addict wants heroin. Not aware of the effects he has on others, he searches to get high. Likewise, the makers of war don't care about who it affects, or what the long-term destruction will do. Basically, with every family being destroyed, you will always have new people growing up really pissed off, and they want revenge. Thus, you have a cycle of war."
"I don't know if humanity can break its addiction of war. It seems to need to get high every day."
"The human race needs an intervention."
Friday, December 16, 2011
Pop Culture Overdrive
I don't know what art is anymore.
I think it might be a red circle painted on a piece of paper, and that is about it.
Any variation of this is simply a variance.
It is fun to watch Babylon 5, and it shows some assemblage work in Delann's apartment, but painted to match the color scheme.
The art on the war is simply 'prop art' made specifically for the show.
I took a class in that kind of art. It was fun. It made me think in new ways.
That kind of art is hard to sell, though, and it can often be heavy with all of the materials attached to it.
An art that I might actually be successful with is making art that relates to Star Wars. I could simply take great artworks from the past and put Star Wars characters in it. People are starting to do that.
George Lucas is very rich these days. He has done pretty well for himself.
Even girls are getting into Star Wars now. They see how cool it is. It is unprecedented for girls to get into anything to do with science fiction. They have finally seen the light.
If you are a girl looking for a cool guy, just start wearing Star Wars t-shirts. Guys will want to meet you.
An easy way to win over a guy's heart is to invite him over, make dinner, and wear a Princess Leia slave girl outfit.
I did not watch any Babylon 5 last night. I was busy doing other things, and I didn't want to get in a rut. So instead, I called up a friend, and after that, I made a new Princess Leia video which I hope will do well.
Carrie Fisher was never that hot, but as Princess Leia, she was.
Guys like science fiction chicks with a frenzied passion.
It has turned out that the slave girl outfit helped get a lot of guys through puberty, which is why so many people have fond memories of 'Return of The Jedi'.
While I was outside, I saw a blond wearing tight black stretchy pants. She looked pretty good from the front.
When I looked at the back, the pants were stretched tight about her lovely butt, showing everything. Let's put it this way, the pants were in the crease of her butt, showing everything. Plus, they were tight on her. It looked like the pants were painted on, and she was walking around naked. I don't have any complaints, and I'm glad this is the fashion. I love that girls want to show their butts. It is beautiful.
Yeah, I could pretty much see everything.
The aliens are out today. It is quiet, though.
What I am beginning to realize is that I am alien to them.
Also, I had no idea, but there is a lot of Futurama hentai on the web. I had no idea. It is sick.
There is a whole alternate universe of cartoon characters, and it is all underground, but flourishing. The whole thing is really hilarious.
For a lot of Japanese people, this stuff is just normal. It is really catching on in America, though.
Eastern and Western cultures are assimilating.
People just grow up with all this stuff, and it is just normal. I love it.
All quiet on the western front. It's holiday season. Maybe people are out shopping today.
No Christmas for me this year. Sad, but true. I will be happy just to get some new station cash for Clone Wars and buy a new RT- AT mount that just came out yesterday.
I think I've done my work in the cafe today. There isn't much more I want to write about.
I guess it is time to go and wind it up. I don't know what science fiction means right now, or what relevance it has at this moment. I guess I could read up on it on wikipedia. I already know that the real first science fiction novel was Frankenstein, and it all went from there.
I was outside thinking about how one of my art teachers called me a hack. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I always seem to surprise people with my talent and ability. They certainly don't expect anything good to come from me, so I am always happy to surprise them.
I don't even know what art means anymore, or what role it will play in my life. I'm trying to think this through recently.
Art today for a lot of people is an illustration on a Magic The Gathering card.
Also, unless the art is intended for some commercial product that people can enjoy, it is pretty much useless.
To go through the gallery route, and hope that I will be in a museum some day is pretty ridiculous to me now. I am an outsider looking in, and I don't seem to be welcome in that club.
What I have to do is build up my own audience and business and make it happen through sheer force of will and desire. No one else is going to do it for me, that much is for sure. Also, I have to create what they call 'kick ass' art.
I could make high art paintings that no one cares about, or I could make paintings of Futurama characters and find success that way.
It is all f**ked up, but that is how the world is.
It is Pop Culture Overdrive.
It is kind of sad that it is that way, that the noble expressions of my art are not appreciated, but really, who cares about an abstract painting done in shades of blue, when they could be looking at a painting of Homer Simpson? What will get more attention? Homer, of course.
I still like traditional art, though, that is my problem.
Maybe I can work out a compromise with myself, and just do it all.
It is also easy to just use third-party content and write about that. It worked for Baudelaire writing about art shows in Paris. I could take that idea, and write about the world that way.
No one cares about art, but I could make them care by being into it myself.
That is probably the best idea I had all day.
And what of 'Lord of The Rings'? I was reading that last night. I really like it. I like how it is written. I like the quality of the writing. I like the importance and significance of it all.
Babylon 5 has space rangers just like Middle Earth has rangers. I don't know how I feel about that direct lift, but it seems to work somehow.
It is just a t.v. show, I shouldn't get too wrapped up in it.
Babylon 5 is just entertainment, after all. Or is there deeper meaning? All of the above.
I still remember this painting I saw of Batgirl wearing nothing but her mask about to be penetrated by a rocket with her legs spread apart. It was a good painting, painted very well, with great detail. I saw it at La Luz de Jesus gallery ( The Light of Jesus ) owned by El-Vez, the Mexican Elvis. It was one of my favorite galleries in L.A. I always wanted to show in there, but I didn't have the stuff. Hard to make art when you are washing a lot of dishes for $5 an hour.
Sigh.
I think it might be a red circle painted on a piece of paper, and that is about it.
Any variation of this is simply a variance.
It is fun to watch Babylon 5, and it shows some assemblage work in Delann's apartment, but painted to match the color scheme.
The art on the war is simply 'prop art' made specifically for the show.
I took a class in that kind of art. It was fun. It made me think in new ways.
That kind of art is hard to sell, though, and it can often be heavy with all of the materials attached to it.
An art that I might actually be successful with is making art that relates to Star Wars. I could simply take great artworks from the past and put Star Wars characters in it. People are starting to do that.
George Lucas is very rich these days. He has done pretty well for himself.
Even girls are getting into Star Wars now. They see how cool it is. It is unprecedented for girls to get into anything to do with science fiction. They have finally seen the light.
If you are a girl looking for a cool guy, just start wearing Star Wars t-shirts. Guys will want to meet you.
An easy way to win over a guy's heart is to invite him over, make dinner, and wear a Princess Leia slave girl outfit.
I did not watch any Babylon 5 last night. I was busy doing other things, and I didn't want to get in a rut. So instead, I called up a friend, and after that, I made a new Princess Leia video which I hope will do well.
Carrie Fisher was never that hot, but as Princess Leia, she was.
Guys like science fiction chicks with a frenzied passion.
It has turned out that the slave girl outfit helped get a lot of guys through puberty, which is why so many people have fond memories of 'Return of The Jedi'.
While I was outside, I saw a blond wearing tight black stretchy pants. She looked pretty good from the front.
When I looked at the back, the pants were stretched tight about her lovely butt, showing everything. Let's put it this way, the pants were in the crease of her butt, showing everything. Plus, they were tight on her. It looked like the pants were painted on, and she was walking around naked. I don't have any complaints, and I'm glad this is the fashion. I love that girls want to show their butts. It is beautiful.
Yeah, I could pretty much see everything.
The aliens are out today. It is quiet, though.
What I am beginning to realize is that I am alien to them.
Also, I had no idea, but there is a lot of Futurama hentai on the web. I had no idea. It is sick.
There is a whole alternate universe of cartoon characters, and it is all underground, but flourishing. The whole thing is really hilarious.
For a lot of Japanese people, this stuff is just normal. It is really catching on in America, though.
Eastern and Western cultures are assimilating.
People just grow up with all this stuff, and it is just normal. I love it.
All quiet on the western front. It's holiday season. Maybe people are out shopping today.
No Christmas for me this year. Sad, but true. I will be happy just to get some new station cash for Clone Wars and buy a new RT- AT mount that just came out yesterday.
I think I've done my work in the cafe today. There isn't much more I want to write about.
I guess it is time to go and wind it up. I don't know what science fiction means right now, or what relevance it has at this moment. I guess I could read up on it on wikipedia. I already know that the real first science fiction novel was Frankenstein, and it all went from there.
I was outside thinking about how one of my art teachers called me a hack. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I always seem to surprise people with my talent and ability. They certainly don't expect anything good to come from me, so I am always happy to surprise them.
I don't even know what art means anymore, or what role it will play in my life. I'm trying to think this through recently.
Art today for a lot of people is an illustration on a Magic The Gathering card.
Also, unless the art is intended for some commercial product that people can enjoy, it is pretty much useless.
To go through the gallery route, and hope that I will be in a museum some day is pretty ridiculous to me now. I am an outsider looking in, and I don't seem to be welcome in that club.
What I have to do is build up my own audience and business and make it happen through sheer force of will and desire. No one else is going to do it for me, that much is for sure. Also, I have to create what they call 'kick ass' art.
I could make high art paintings that no one cares about, or I could make paintings of Futurama characters and find success that way.
It is all f**ked up, but that is how the world is.
It is Pop Culture Overdrive.
It is kind of sad that it is that way, that the noble expressions of my art are not appreciated, but really, who cares about an abstract painting done in shades of blue, when they could be looking at a painting of Homer Simpson? What will get more attention? Homer, of course.
I still like traditional art, though, that is my problem.
Maybe I can work out a compromise with myself, and just do it all.
It is also easy to just use third-party content and write about that. It worked for Baudelaire writing about art shows in Paris. I could take that idea, and write about the world that way.
No one cares about art, but I could make them care by being into it myself.
That is probably the best idea I had all day.
And what of 'Lord of The Rings'? I was reading that last night. I really like it. I like how it is written. I like the quality of the writing. I like the importance and significance of it all.
Babylon 5 has space rangers just like Middle Earth has rangers. I don't know how I feel about that direct lift, but it seems to work somehow.
It is just a t.v. show, I shouldn't get too wrapped up in it.
Babylon 5 is just entertainment, after all. Or is there deeper meaning? All of the above.
I still remember this painting I saw of Batgirl wearing nothing but her mask about to be penetrated by a rocket with her legs spread apart. It was a good painting, painted very well, with great detail. I saw it at La Luz de Jesus gallery ( The Light of Jesus ) owned by El-Vez, the Mexican Elvis. It was one of my favorite galleries in L.A. I always wanted to show in there, but I didn't have the stuff. Hard to make art when you are washing a lot of dishes for $5 an hour.
Sigh.
Star Wars Girl Underwear
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Notes From Earth
Basically, where ever I am, I can change everything in my mind into a Science Fiction context. It doesn't matter if I am home, at a cafe, a bar, or on the street, I can find and see things that will transport me a thousand or ten-thousand years into the future.
San Francisco is my home base of operations. It is already pretty alien there, for there are aliens all around, along with their technologies.
The Interstellar Homing Beacon blinks day and night atop The TransAmerica Building, sending out an ever-constant signal for all the freaks of the world to come to this city.
They do come, and they come in droves.
They want to be here so bad, just to have a feeling of freedom, that they are willing to live on the streets, and eat from trash cans to live, until they can get set up, if they don't go crazy first.
It does get kind of cold here, the kind that goes right through you.
Anyway, I just got home, and I need to make some coffee, be right back.
The coffee is brewing, and while I was doing that, I was thinking of 'Space Journey Battles' as a blog.
What is amazing and incredible, is it has already been viewed by people in four or five different countries.
I am a big youtuber, but I guess because of the laws in various countries, people from all over the world don't always look at my videos. Somehow, the blogs get through, though. True, I don't get as many hits with a blog, but I do get new locations.
I know there is a huge audience for Science Fiction around the world, and I am going to tap into that, but do it my own way, and have tons of fun, because...why the hell not?
I've been an artist for a long time, and because of my studies and things, I was on The Art World for a long time, and I have mixed feelings about that planet now. Basically, they didn't want me. I tried to be one of them, but none of them seemed to be into what I was doing. It was never good enough for them. That will change some day, I hope.
Anyway, my coffee is done, be right back...
I thought of the title for this blog entry while I was making coffee. I like it.
So, basically, I will keep working on this blog, and see what happens.
As a kid, I grew up watching The Twilight Zone, and we liked anything to do with Science Fiction...well, most of it. We liked Star Trek, but I had a hard time with shows like 'The Outer Limits' and 'Lost in Space'. Science Fiction was hit or miss. We did like the original Flash Gordon serials, but I could never watch Buster Crabbe in Buck Rogers, because he wore the same stupid belt as he did in Flash Gordon. That made no sense. How could that same belt..uh...survive 400 years...and...I can't think this one through.
We also liked the magazine StarLog, which gave us the scoop on all Science Fiction things. We liked that.
THEN...Star Wars happened. That changed everything. Because of the money that movie brought in, all of science fiction was validated all of a sudden.
Over the years, science fiction has done really well.
Don't get me wrong, as a genre, sometimes it can suck really hard. At its best, it can make social comments on our every day life that you can't really do in other genres. Also, science fiction seems to attract smart people interested in technology. They need good stories, too, you know.
So, that's where I am coming from.
I come from an art family, too, so all this stuff mushed up together just kind of makes me into a freak, but it matters not.
In any case, like I said, I will have a good time. In addition to Star Trek, Star Wars, Alien, Predator, I also like Babylon 5, and I'm a fan of Dune.
One thing that Science Fiction does well is it creates an excuse to put hot girls in skin tight alien costumes and space suits, and that is always cool.
There is The Porn planet, and neither Sci Fi nor the porn industry has dealt with that much, apart from Flesh Gordon, which actually is a pretty good movie...there just happens to be naked chicks here and there, alongside some pretty good clay stop-animation. That movie was always so forbidden to watch, and now it is innocent as pie. I wouldn't mind getting the dvd of that.
Anyway, my older brother Mike is the one in the family who is really into science fiction, not me. He is way more up on it, so I have some catching up to do. It won't take me long, though, to surpass him. He makes this comic called 'We Go Anywhere', but I got some ideas about science fiction that will go farther than that.
I'm interested in Alternate Realities, War, Babes in Hot Leather, Technology, Alien Invasions, Ships, Legends, Literature, Art...just all kinds of things, and I'm going to make it all happen without copying too much of anything. I'm going to do it my own way.
I do like 'Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy', it is all brilliant stuff.
There is always a tendency in American Science Fiction to have what I call, "Americans in Space". I want to mock that.
I'm also a critic of The Media, and political systems.
I'm also highly aware of the mind-washing that goes on today, and believe you me, it is getting ugly in that regard. People don't think for themselves, even though they think they do. They are over-whelmed, they can't help it, and they feel powerless.
Well, an individual can make a difference, and that is what I plan to do. I'll just turn myself into a space hero.
Oh, by the way, I am Dirk Wampaflash on 'Clone Wars Adventures', so if you want to say hi to me there, you actually can do that, and even come over to my house. I accept all friend adds.
With SJB, I can actually be here on Earth in the present day, or I can project myself hundreds of years into the future, or even into the past if need be, in an alternate universe.
You see, beyond The Moon, beyond Mars, and somewhere near Jupiter is The Great and Ancient Universal TransInterGalactic Subway and SpaceBus System. It is a form of dimensional travel, and is a Gateway to all places in The Universe.
Ships traveling at light speed and beyond, well, that doesn't quite work. I don't think that will ever happen. I like the Dune explanation of how ships travel great distances, by folding space with the aid of spice and Navigators. I also like the Dune explanation of how The Universe was populated...they all came from Ancient Terra...which is our Earth. It is kind of bleak that there is no life anywhere else, but hey, it makes sense. The fact that we have life on Earth is a one in a ten quadrillion chance for all the conditions of life to exist and sustain itself. We're lucky we had the help of a dead moon, to influence us gravitationally, otherwise, we might still be in the trees.
So that is basically where I am coming from in terms of Science Fiction.
I also read a lot of sci fi growing up, and I really enjoyed Ray Bradbury. He seemed to be one of the best. He could really tell a story.
I am a big Rod Serling fan, just so you know.
Did you know there were serious essays written about The Philosophy of Science fiction written in the late 40's? I'm sure Rod Serling was aware of that work. I am going to have to dig that stuff up.
Have you ever tried to read 'The War of The Worlds'? I find it a little stuffy and condescending toward the reader. It's from an elitist point of view, is what I picked up from it. But now we know that sci fi is for everybody.
I have recently become a big fan of Babylon 5. That took me a while, since it is a show that I had to watch from season 1 episode 1 to even figure out what the hell was going on.
I like the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica, and now I see that they copied a lot from Babylon 5.
I still like Star Wars, and I have never really caught up on all the new Star Trek series, so some day I will do that.
But yeah, my brother Mike and I were into science fiction, and comic books, and he always had sci fi books laying around, so I read his books, not having many of my own.
I grew up playing Little League baseball, that is all I had. It was fun, but I never made it onto the high school team, so that was the end of my baseball career.
I was never much of a musician, either. I wanted to draw more than I wanted to play a musical instrument. We didn't have too many musical instruments laying around. Anything we did have would get trashed by all the kids that were around in my house. Nothing was safe, not toys, or posters, or comic books. It would all get destroyed.
I still have desires to build train tracks going through mountains. I still want to build race tracks. I still want to play with Legos and Lincoln Logs. I need money for all of this, so maybe science fiction will be a way to increase commerce coming in my direction. It beats being poor the rest of my life.
I am also into Magic The Gathering. I find it is pretty useful, metaphorically, for things in my life.
I like Lord of The Rings, The Kalevala, and all kinds of medieval stuff. I dream of Dungeons & Dragons, still.
I am a sword and sorcery guy. When I had nothing, it was there to save me. What the hell was I going to get into, religion?
Just so you know, rock and roll saved my soul.
I am not religious. It's not my bag, just so you know.
I like all kinds of video games, and I treat it seriously as a medium.
I like movies, too. I've begun to watch them again, since I moved my PS2 next to my computer. Now I can watch movies and work on my computer at the same time.
I am into the idea of writing a lot. We'll see what happens.
I guess someday, I will build up an audience. It has begun.
I have plans for Space Journey Battles. If all that ever happens is that it just remains a blog, and I make some videos from time to time, then so be it.
San Francisco is my home base of operations. It is already pretty alien there, for there are aliens all around, along with their technologies.
The Interstellar Homing Beacon blinks day and night atop The TransAmerica Building, sending out an ever-constant signal for all the freaks of the world to come to this city.
They do come, and they come in droves.
They want to be here so bad, just to have a feeling of freedom, that they are willing to live on the streets, and eat from trash cans to live, until they can get set up, if they don't go crazy first.
It does get kind of cold here, the kind that goes right through you.
Anyway, I just got home, and I need to make some coffee, be right back.
The coffee is brewing, and while I was doing that, I was thinking of 'Space Journey Battles' as a blog.
What is amazing and incredible, is it has already been viewed by people in four or five different countries.
I am a big youtuber, but I guess because of the laws in various countries, people from all over the world don't always look at my videos. Somehow, the blogs get through, though. True, I don't get as many hits with a blog, but I do get new locations.
I know there is a huge audience for Science Fiction around the world, and I am going to tap into that, but do it my own way, and have tons of fun, because...why the hell not?
I've been an artist for a long time, and because of my studies and things, I was on The Art World for a long time, and I have mixed feelings about that planet now. Basically, they didn't want me. I tried to be one of them, but none of them seemed to be into what I was doing. It was never good enough for them. That will change some day, I hope.
Anyway, my coffee is done, be right back...
I thought of the title for this blog entry while I was making coffee. I like it.
So, basically, I will keep working on this blog, and see what happens.
As a kid, I grew up watching The Twilight Zone, and we liked anything to do with Science Fiction...well, most of it. We liked Star Trek, but I had a hard time with shows like 'The Outer Limits' and 'Lost in Space'. Science Fiction was hit or miss. We did like the original Flash Gordon serials, but I could never watch Buster Crabbe in Buck Rogers, because he wore the same stupid belt as he did in Flash Gordon. That made no sense. How could that same belt..uh...survive 400 years...and...I can't think this one through.
We also liked the magazine StarLog, which gave us the scoop on all Science Fiction things. We liked that.
THEN...Star Wars happened. That changed everything. Because of the money that movie brought in, all of science fiction was validated all of a sudden.
Over the years, science fiction has done really well.
Don't get me wrong, as a genre, sometimes it can suck really hard. At its best, it can make social comments on our every day life that you can't really do in other genres. Also, science fiction seems to attract smart people interested in technology. They need good stories, too, you know.
So, that's where I am coming from.
I come from an art family, too, so all this stuff mushed up together just kind of makes me into a freak, but it matters not.
In any case, like I said, I will have a good time. In addition to Star Trek, Star Wars, Alien, Predator, I also like Babylon 5, and I'm a fan of Dune.
One thing that Science Fiction does well is it creates an excuse to put hot girls in skin tight alien costumes and space suits, and that is always cool.
There is The Porn planet, and neither Sci Fi nor the porn industry has dealt with that much, apart from Flesh Gordon, which actually is a pretty good movie...there just happens to be naked chicks here and there, alongside some pretty good clay stop-animation. That movie was always so forbidden to watch, and now it is innocent as pie. I wouldn't mind getting the dvd of that.
Anyway, my older brother Mike is the one in the family who is really into science fiction, not me. He is way more up on it, so I have some catching up to do. It won't take me long, though, to surpass him. He makes this comic called 'We Go Anywhere', but I got some ideas about science fiction that will go farther than that.
I'm interested in Alternate Realities, War, Babes in Hot Leather, Technology, Alien Invasions, Ships, Legends, Literature, Art...just all kinds of things, and I'm going to make it all happen without copying too much of anything. I'm going to do it my own way.
I do like 'Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy', it is all brilliant stuff.
There is always a tendency in American Science Fiction to have what I call, "Americans in Space". I want to mock that.
I'm also a critic of The Media, and political systems.
I'm also highly aware of the mind-washing that goes on today, and believe you me, it is getting ugly in that regard. People don't think for themselves, even though they think they do. They are over-whelmed, they can't help it, and they feel powerless.
Well, an individual can make a difference, and that is what I plan to do. I'll just turn myself into a space hero.
Oh, by the way, I am Dirk Wampaflash on 'Clone Wars Adventures', so if you want to say hi to me there, you actually can do that, and even come over to my house. I accept all friend adds.
With SJB, I can actually be here on Earth in the present day, or I can project myself hundreds of years into the future, or even into the past if need be, in an alternate universe.
You see, beyond The Moon, beyond Mars, and somewhere near Jupiter is The Great and Ancient Universal TransInterGalactic Subway and SpaceBus System. It is a form of dimensional travel, and is a Gateway to all places in The Universe.
Ships traveling at light speed and beyond, well, that doesn't quite work. I don't think that will ever happen. I like the Dune explanation of how ships travel great distances, by folding space with the aid of spice and Navigators. I also like the Dune explanation of how The Universe was populated...they all came from Ancient Terra...which is our Earth. It is kind of bleak that there is no life anywhere else, but hey, it makes sense. The fact that we have life on Earth is a one in a ten quadrillion chance for all the conditions of life to exist and sustain itself. We're lucky we had the help of a dead moon, to influence us gravitationally, otherwise, we might still be in the trees.
So that is basically where I am coming from in terms of Science Fiction.
I also read a lot of sci fi growing up, and I really enjoyed Ray Bradbury. He seemed to be one of the best. He could really tell a story.
I am a big Rod Serling fan, just so you know.
Did you know there were serious essays written about The Philosophy of Science fiction written in the late 40's? I'm sure Rod Serling was aware of that work. I am going to have to dig that stuff up.
Have you ever tried to read 'The War of The Worlds'? I find it a little stuffy and condescending toward the reader. It's from an elitist point of view, is what I picked up from it. But now we know that sci fi is for everybody.
I have recently become a big fan of Babylon 5. That took me a while, since it is a show that I had to watch from season 1 episode 1 to even figure out what the hell was going on.
I like the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica, and now I see that they copied a lot from Babylon 5.
I still like Star Wars, and I have never really caught up on all the new Star Trek series, so some day I will do that.
But yeah, my brother Mike and I were into science fiction, and comic books, and he always had sci fi books laying around, so I read his books, not having many of my own.
I grew up playing Little League baseball, that is all I had. It was fun, but I never made it onto the high school team, so that was the end of my baseball career.
I was never much of a musician, either. I wanted to draw more than I wanted to play a musical instrument. We didn't have too many musical instruments laying around. Anything we did have would get trashed by all the kids that were around in my house. Nothing was safe, not toys, or posters, or comic books. It would all get destroyed.
I still have desires to build train tracks going through mountains. I still want to build race tracks. I still want to play with Legos and Lincoln Logs. I need money for all of this, so maybe science fiction will be a way to increase commerce coming in my direction. It beats being poor the rest of my life.
I am also into Magic The Gathering. I find it is pretty useful, metaphorically, for things in my life.
I like Lord of The Rings, The Kalevala, and all kinds of medieval stuff. I dream of Dungeons & Dragons, still.
I am a sword and sorcery guy. When I had nothing, it was there to save me. What the hell was I going to get into, religion?
Just so you know, rock and roll saved my soul.
I am not religious. It's not my bag, just so you know.
I like all kinds of video games, and I treat it seriously as a medium.
I like movies, too. I've begun to watch them again, since I moved my PS2 next to my computer. Now I can watch movies and work on my computer at the same time.
I am into the idea of writing a lot. We'll see what happens.
I guess someday, I will build up an audience. It has begun.
I have plans for Space Journey Battles. If all that ever happens is that it just remains a blog, and I make some videos from time to time, then so be it.
Mormons in Space
It didn't take long after Earth colonized The Moon and Mars, that there were Mormons in Space. Hell, as soon as the Earth Station 1 went up, and people started to live there, The Mormons went there, too. The Mormons basically want to take over everything, and spread their joy.
However, some people don't want what they have to offer. That doesn't stop them, though.
They did try to take over The Earth; thankfully, that didn't work. They didn't have enough support.
Luckily, for Earth, there will always be people who are not into Mormonism.
As for as The Universe goes, look out.
The Mormons depend on further colonizations, and as soon as they can, they try and tell people about Jesus, Joseph Smith, and The Book of Mormon.
Their philosophies sound pretty bizarre to the uninitiated on Earth as it is; just imagine what a Qualoth thinks when he hears this stuff. It's hard enough for him to process talking to an Earther, much less a Mormon Earther. We all look the same to him.
Anyway, I'm not really into Mormons trying to take over the Universe. I know some of them mean well, but I don't think they know any better. It is what they are programmed to do.
I debugged my programming long ago. I found out that I could be my own person without tapping into their beehive mentality.
Yes, I wanted to be an individual.
I found out that their s*** just doesn't fly.
I suppose it is all fine as fiction, but to turn it into a religion? Well, uh,....I guess at the end of the day, it is all about how the money flows, baby, and it sounds more like a business than a religion.
Anyway....there you go. Lesson learned? Where ever Earthers venture throughout the universe, Mormons are sure to follow, with pamphlets in hand.
What sense this stuff will make to Radikars in Quadrant 27-B, I have no idea.
* * *
In the movie Starship Troopers, there was a Mormon Temple depicted on an alien planet, but it got overrun by the indigenous creatures.
However, some people don't want what they have to offer. That doesn't stop them, though.
They did try to take over The Earth; thankfully, that didn't work. They didn't have enough support.
Luckily, for Earth, there will always be people who are not into Mormonism.
As for as The Universe goes, look out.
The Mormons depend on further colonizations, and as soon as they can, they try and tell people about Jesus, Joseph Smith, and The Book of Mormon.
Their philosophies sound pretty bizarre to the uninitiated on Earth as it is; just imagine what a Qualoth thinks when he hears this stuff. It's hard enough for him to process talking to an Earther, much less a Mormon Earther. We all look the same to him.
Anyway, I'm not really into Mormons trying to take over the Universe. I know some of them mean well, but I don't think they know any better. It is what they are programmed to do.
I debugged my programming long ago. I found out that I could be my own person without tapping into their beehive mentality.
Yes, I wanted to be an individual.
I found out that their s*** just doesn't fly.
I suppose it is all fine as fiction, but to turn it into a religion? Well, uh,....I guess at the end of the day, it is all about how the money flows, baby, and it sounds more like a business than a religion.
Anyway....there you go. Lesson learned? Where ever Earthers venture throughout the universe, Mormons are sure to follow, with pamphlets in hand.
What sense this stuff will make to Radikars in Quadrant 27-B, I have no idea.
* * *
In the movie Starship Troopers, there was a Mormon Temple depicted on an alien planet, but it got overrun by the indigenous creatures.
The Universe is Too Big To Get Lost In
She sat down on the right of me. It looks like she is a Va' Gi. I haven't seen one of those aliens for a long time.
She is just sitting there with her laptop, minding her own business, eating munchies as she works. She types for a bit, then every once in a while, grabs a handful of nuts, or what ever she is eating.
I have no romantic interest in her, I am just observing.
She seems harmless enough.
It is starting to get to be that time when I should leave. I have things to do in my studio.
The note pages that the old alien left on my table were kind of freaky. They were definitely schizophrenic writings. Mostly I was looking for the key words, to see what his mind was focusing on.
I'm going to look at the stars for a moment, I'll be back in a minute.
During the day, this part of the space station has business, but it is slow and mellow. At night, it is quite bustling.
Anyway, an over-weight female alien scratched her head after she looked at me. I guess I am alien to her. She was certainly alien to me.
Then I saw a human female walking. She had on black knee high space boots. She peered back to see who was looking at her. It was me, examining her thighs, and the way her ass moved as she walked. She looked pretty good.
Sometimes I don't care if they catch me looking at them. It lets them know that I have an interest. They probably think I am a creep, I have no idea.
Some women validate themselves by how much attention they get from men.
All I know is that they finally figured out how space ships can travel from one end of the galaxy to the other, but no one can figure out how the mind of a woman works.
Some believe that a man solves the equation of a woman. I don't know if that is true. Each woman is different, and makes her own choices and decisions.
One thing is for sure, as far as I am concerned, though. I will never let another woman as long as I live be in the driver's seat of my life. I find that it is pretty directionless.
I do the driving when I date a woman, and that is that.
I would rather be alone, then be lost.
The Universe is just too big to get lost in. I like to know where I am at all times.
It is time to go back to the studio. I have things to do that must be taken care of.
She is just sitting there with her laptop, minding her own business, eating munchies as she works. She types for a bit, then every once in a while, grabs a handful of nuts, or what ever she is eating.
I have no romantic interest in her, I am just observing.
She seems harmless enough.
It is starting to get to be that time when I should leave. I have things to do in my studio.
The note pages that the old alien left on my table were kind of freaky. They were definitely schizophrenic writings. Mostly I was looking for the key words, to see what his mind was focusing on.
I'm going to look at the stars for a moment, I'll be back in a minute.
During the day, this part of the space station has business, but it is slow and mellow. At night, it is quite bustling.
Anyway, an over-weight female alien scratched her head after she looked at me. I guess I am alien to her. She was certainly alien to me.
Then I saw a human female walking. She had on black knee high space boots. She peered back to see who was looking at her. It was me, examining her thighs, and the way her ass moved as she walked. She looked pretty good.
Sometimes I don't care if they catch me looking at them. It lets them know that I have an interest. They probably think I am a creep, I have no idea.
Some women validate themselves by how much attention they get from men.
All I know is that they finally figured out how space ships can travel from one end of the galaxy to the other, but no one can figure out how the mind of a woman works.
Some believe that a man solves the equation of a woman. I don't know if that is true. Each woman is different, and makes her own choices and decisions.
One thing is for sure, as far as I am concerned, though. I will never let another woman as long as I live be in the driver's seat of my life. I find that it is pretty directionless.
I do the driving when I date a woman, and that is that.
I would rather be alone, then be lost.
The Universe is just too big to get lost in. I like to know where I am at all times.
It is time to go back to the studio. I have things to do that must be taken care of.
The Alien Note
I am at The Cosmic Cafe, my favorite hang-out. It is a place where sometimes I can sit by myself, and not be bothered. At other times, I am constantly interrupted. But there is a lot of life here. There is music and people. It is a hub of energies, like a railroad round house, where trains are coming and going all day long.
I just talked to my friend Marco29. He's a good person, and is pretty funny. We have a good time talking about random things. Being both creative people, we like to shoot the sh** to get all the ideas going.
There is the usual assortment of aliens here today.
There are wars and rumors of wars all through out the galaxy. Business as usual, right?
I am not a big fan of war. I don't believe in war at all. I think it is wrong on a very basic level. It is unfortunate that wars have to exist. It's basically the old people in power sending out the young from families that don't have as much power.
I have never had a desire to be a soldier. It's not my style.
I am an artist. I create art. That is what I do. I am going to do it no matter what, whether people like it is not my problem. I am just here to make visually stunning things.
Of course, there has to be a compromise at times. I half to meet people half-way. To be honest, with my art, sometimes I have to knock on their door in order to even get them to look at it, which takes about all of two seconds. That isn't always an easy task.
Anyway, it is a nice day, here on the space station.
After I hang out in the cafe for a while, I will go back to my quarters.
Some people and aliens like to hang out in the bars all day, but I prefer the coffee shops, where people seem to mind their own business more. They also still read books here, which I am glad for. This particular cafe has a huge book shelf, with lots of actual, real books that people can browse through.
I know electronic books are all the rage, but for me, I still like the feel of an actual book. I like the feel of the pages, the light reflecting from those pages from a light source behind me. I don't like light shining into my face when I am trying to read. It doesn't feel right to me. Plus, I'm on the computer as much as it is, I don't need my books to be computerized.
Anyway, I come to the cafe to be out amongst the people for at least a portion of every day. Once I return to the studio, I have a tendency to stay there for a long, long time.
Another thing I like about this cafe is that people can smoke here.
I don't see what the point of a cup of coffee is without a cigarette.
Outside the front door is a viewing lounge where there is a big window. I can look at people walking by, vehicles coming and going into the space station, and I can see the stars. It is very poetic. Everyone has their own walk.
I like to see things in motion. I like to see people moving.
I like to stand out there. I can leave my things on the table, and no one will bother my things while I am taking a break. I like that. It feels very comfortable like being at home.
Some alien left a piece of paper on my table, let's see what it says...actually two pieces of paper. Both are xeroxed. One is hand-written by the author, the other one is typed. Both are crazy ramblings. The hand-written one is not very legible. The type-written one reads more like lyrics from a death metal band.
I could type up his work on this blog entry, but, I don't want to pass on his craziness code, and I am too lazy right now.
Ok, what the hell...I will try and type up the hand-written note...
"Well, if it isn't one thing it's another, dear reader. While we were sleeping someone came up with the radio -TV frequency of The Mind, mapping your entire nervous system to a computer, off TV towers and/or satellites, sending on your mind, reading my mind, able to give you Nightmares, headaches, heart attacks + crucifixion Charlie horses - especially if you are a reporter, an inventor, or an author. Zed running for office - then they allege they caught you thinking of blowing up the White House or The President's home. A would-be-terrorist - now you lose all your rights and bank account - end up in -punative MIND RAY for years -And They get paid Big Money to harass you, on + Mind. No one can prove we weren't thinking this. It is called THE LIST -doing in 1000's of people at this very minute - illegally but with secret legal sanction - it is how they got old superman in the movie, it is probably how they wasted Michael Jackson trying to extort his money - After they caught him Thinking in his mind of running for President on a Hit Single - "Reefer legal, Big Free Money for u + me - Lay it over Mountain + Valley - All rise - ooh wee"
Unquote - then they blamed the DR. Famed reporter IM. Ratliff of CBS confirmed it today. We sepnd $52 Billion a year on it. Obama should end it on his lunch hour + keep the $52 Billion from us the people, danger pay, as they will try to get him for it's szratliffs + we agree."
That was not easy to read his writing, much less to type it. These are the ramblings of a schizophrenic old man who sells his poetry and writings for money, or sometimes just gives it away.
I used to have an interest professionally in these kinds of people, as I allowed this kind of influence for my art. But now, I have so much of this kind of stuff, that it all just sounds crazy to me, and pointless.
This cafe is in the crazy part of the space station.
Anyway, I've seen this crazy old man for years. He sleeps here and there, and passes his xeroxes out, to try and scrap together some credits.
This space station attracts some of the crazy ones around the galaxy, but it is a good mix.
I could type in his other page, but I think I've had enough. Maybe on another day.
I just want to prove that there is alien life here, to Earthers back home.
Being here at the cafe on the space station, and the reason why I like it, is it reminds me of cafes I used to hang out in back home on Earth, in both Los Angeles and San Francisco.
No one suspected back then that there were aliens among us.
It took me a long while to realize the truth.
I discovered that San Francisco was indeed a hub for interplanetary travel and commerce.
That is why they have the red light beacon on top of The TransAmerica building. It is a beacon homing signal for freaks and aliens across the world.
Once they get to San Francisco, they then can move to alien worlds.
If you don't believe me, move here. After a couple of years, you will see what I mean.
I just talked to my friend Marco29. He's a good person, and is pretty funny. We have a good time talking about random things. Being both creative people, we like to shoot the sh** to get all the ideas going.
There is the usual assortment of aliens here today.
There are wars and rumors of wars all through out the galaxy. Business as usual, right?
I am not a big fan of war. I don't believe in war at all. I think it is wrong on a very basic level. It is unfortunate that wars have to exist. It's basically the old people in power sending out the young from families that don't have as much power.
I have never had a desire to be a soldier. It's not my style.
I am an artist. I create art. That is what I do. I am going to do it no matter what, whether people like it is not my problem. I am just here to make visually stunning things.
Of course, there has to be a compromise at times. I half to meet people half-way. To be honest, with my art, sometimes I have to knock on their door in order to even get them to look at it, which takes about all of two seconds. That isn't always an easy task.
Anyway, it is a nice day, here on the space station.
After I hang out in the cafe for a while, I will go back to my quarters.
Some people and aliens like to hang out in the bars all day, but I prefer the coffee shops, where people seem to mind their own business more. They also still read books here, which I am glad for. This particular cafe has a huge book shelf, with lots of actual, real books that people can browse through.
I know electronic books are all the rage, but for me, I still like the feel of an actual book. I like the feel of the pages, the light reflecting from those pages from a light source behind me. I don't like light shining into my face when I am trying to read. It doesn't feel right to me. Plus, I'm on the computer as much as it is, I don't need my books to be computerized.
Anyway, I come to the cafe to be out amongst the people for at least a portion of every day. Once I return to the studio, I have a tendency to stay there for a long, long time.
Another thing I like about this cafe is that people can smoke here.
I don't see what the point of a cup of coffee is without a cigarette.
Outside the front door is a viewing lounge where there is a big window. I can look at people walking by, vehicles coming and going into the space station, and I can see the stars. It is very poetic. Everyone has their own walk.
I like to see things in motion. I like to see people moving.
I like to stand out there. I can leave my things on the table, and no one will bother my things while I am taking a break. I like that. It feels very comfortable like being at home.
Some alien left a piece of paper on my table, let's see what it says...actually two pieces of paper. Both are xeroxed. One is hand-written by the author, the other one is typed. Both are crazy ramblings. The hand-written one is not very legible. The type-written one reads more like lyrics from a death metal band.
I could type up his work on this blog entry, but, I don't want to pass on his craziness code, and I am too lazy right now.
Ok, what the hell...I will try and type up the hand-written note...
"Well, if it isn't one thing it's another, dear reader. While we were sleeping someone came up with the radio -TV frequency of The Mind, mapping your entire nervous system to a computer, off TV towers and/or satellites, sending on your mind, reading my mind, able to give you Nightmares, headaches, heart attacks + crucifixion Charlie horses - especially if you are a reporter, an inventor, or an author. Zed running for office - then they allege they caught you thinking of blowing up the White House or The President's home. A would-be-terrorist - now you lose all your rights and bank account - end up in -punative MIND RAY for years -And They get paid Big Money to harass you, on + Mind. No one can prove we weren't thinking this. It is called THE LIST -doing in 1000's of people at this very minute - illegally but with secret legal sanction - it is how they got old superman in the movie, it is probably how they wasted Michael Jackson trying to extort his money - After they caught him Thinking in his mind of running for President on a Hit Single - "Reefer legal, Big Free Money for u + me - Lay it over Mountain + Valley - All rise - ooh wee"
Unquote - then they blamed the DR. Famed reporter IM. Ratliff of CBS confirmed it today. We sepnd $52 Billion a year on it. Obama should end it on his lunch hour + keep the $52 Billion from us the people, danger pay, as they will try to get him for it's szratliffs + we agree."
That was not easy to read his writing, much less to type it. These are the ramblings of a schizophrenic old man who sells his poetry and writings for money, or sometimes just gives it away.
I used to have an interest professionally in these kinds of people, as I allowed this kind of influence for my art. But now, I have so much of this kind of stuff, that it all just sounds crazy to me, and pointless.
This cafe is in the crazy part of the space station.
Anyway, I've seen this crazy old man for years. He sleeps here and there, and passes his xeroxes out, to try and scrap together some credits.
This space station attracts some of the crazy ones around the galaxy, but it is a good mix.
I could type in his other page, but I think I've had enough. Maybe on another day.
I just want to prove that there is alien life here, to Earthers back home.
Being here at the cafe on the space station, and the reason why I like it, is it reminds me of cafes I used to hang out in back home on Earth, in both Los Angeles and San Francisco.
No one suspected back then that there were aliens among us.
It took me a long while to realize the truth.
I discovered that San Francisco was indeed a hub for interplanetary travel and commerce.
That is why they have the red light beacon on top of The TransAmerica building. It is a beacon homing signal for freaks and aliens across the world.
Once they get to San Francisco, they then can move to alien worlds.
If you don't believe me, move here. After a couple of years, you will see what I mean.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The Planet Koonis
The Planet Koonis was created by my brother Mike when we were kids. I imagine it is a green planet, rich with vegetation, cities, and kind of goony dork aliens and creatures with a *ucked up sense of logic. There is lots of nonsense on that planet, but it all makes sense to them.
I don't know what the hell goes on with Koonis.
'Koonis' can be used as a noun, as in, you can call someone a Koonis, and it means that you are a nonsensical dork.
I realized some years ago that 'koonis' sounds like 'penis', so maybe the koonis aliens have dick-like heads, I have no idea.
I don't know if my brother has ever worked out the details of The Planet Koonis, so I decided years ago that if he didn't do it, I would have to. I don't think he would give much credence to it now, or if he thinks about Koonis anymore.
But I think of Koonis all the time.
So, Koonis is a planet that can support life. It has an atmosphere. I would imagine it has green clouds, much more than Earth does. It rains a lot there, too.
As far as I can tell, it is a non-sense planet, so there is the possibility that not all normal laws of physics would apply.
There are unknown reasons why it is a non-sense planet.
The inhabitants seem to be happy, though.
'Goonville' might as well be the name of one of the cities. I got that from one of the Oz books, and it would work just fine on Koonis.
The native Koonisians seem to be into sound effects of all kinds. They also like to talk about comics and science fiction from what I can tell. They also like television and movies.
It is not known how the Koonisians reproduce.
I would imagine there are lots of big, leafy plants on Koonis.
I think this is the most I have ever written about the actual planet of Koonis. All I know is it definitely fits into the universe of 'Space Journey Battles' because it is so bizarre. No one would ever believe that this planet actually exists, but believe me, it exists. I grew up with it.
I don't know what the hell goes on with Koonis.
'Koonis' can be used as a noun, as in, you can call someone a Koonis, and it means that you are a nonsensical dork.
I realized some years ago that 'koonis' sounds like 'penis', so maybe the koonis aliens have dick-like heads, I have no idea.
I don't know if my brother has ever worked out the details of The Planet Koonis, so I decided years ago that if he didn't do it, I would have to. I don't think he would give much credence to it now, or if he thinks about Koonis anymore.
But I think of Koonis all the time.
So, Koonis is a planet that can support life. It has an atmosphere. I would imagine it has green clouds, much more than Earth does. It rains a lot there, too.
As far as I can tell, it is a non-sense planet, so there is the possibility that not all normal laws of physics would apply.
There are unknown reasons why it is a non-sense planet.
The inhabitants seem to be happy, though.
'Goonville' might as well be the name of one of the cities. I got that from one of the Oz books, and it would work just fine on Koonis.
The native Koonisians seem to be into sound effects of all kinds. They also like to talk about comics and science fiction from what I can tell. They also like television and movies.
It is not known how the Koonisians reproduce.
I would imagine there are lots of big, leafy plants on Koonis.
I think this is the most I have ever written about the actual planet of Koonis. All I know is it definitely fits into the universe of 'Space Journey Battles' because it is so bizarre. No one would ever believe that this planet actually exists, but believe me, it exists. I grew up with it.
Some Notes on SJB
Basically, 'Space Journey Battles' is my own science fiction creation. It is its own universe, independent of everything. Yet, it will reflect my life. I am one of the characters, or, a character will be based on me.
SBJ is a franchise, and I'm starting it.
Funny, just because of the subject matter I am writing on this blog, that I got an android ad. I usually don't get those, but this is a science fiction blog, and will have things referring to androids, robots, spaceships, and all that. Also, lots of space marine combat. I'm going to have to research that a lot, and how it would work.
Science fiction has been a favorite of mine, though it was hard for me to take it seriously for years. I had other things to do, and needed an outlook to inform what my science fiction could be about.
Anyway, I just want to have fun with it is all.
I've got nothing to lose.
Whenever I start anything, I start with myself, and let it go from there. So the character I am starting with is Daiv. I don't know what his last name is, or if he even has one, or if it even matters.
He is a drifter, a loner, and an artist.
He has his own ship, so that would indicate he has financial back-up to support that venture.
Flying a spaceship around the galaxy ain't cheap.
He supports himself with cargo runs and by selling his art.
He is an honest person, just out to make a living, and to survive.
He is born of Earth.
He is the center of SJB.
He is the alternate universe version of me.
SBJ operates in the past, present, and future. I haven't worked out the timeline yet.
Daiv has sex and pleasure androids on board his ship, which some people would think is creepy, but he uses them as models in his art, which is a lot easier than trying to get human females to sit still.
He owns these androids, and in addition to pleasure functions, can also do combat. They also help him to run his ship, so basically, these female androids kick ass.
Daiv is a quiet, private person with a lot going on his mind.
Some would describe him as nice, others as the opposite of that.
In reality, Daiv has mirror powers and reflects other people into themselves. It is difficult to explain.
Despite being born on Earth, Daiv has always seemed to other Earthers to be alien to them, but they could never quite figure that out.
Daiv drinks a lot of coffee, smokes, drinks, and engages in pleasures of the flesh. He has a good time, no doubt about it. But he is also a hard worker, and gets a lot done.
He just hasn't been the luckiest or most fortunate person he had ever met.
Daiv has his share of problems, and despite other people thinking he is odd, he is actually deeply human on many occasions, and feels a lot.
Well, there is Daiv for you.
My other character is Dirk Rompaflash, a variation on Dirk Wampaflash from 'Clone Wars Adventures'. The original Dirk may show up at some point.
There will be fast food restaurants on asteroids. My universe is going to be out there and crazy and off the hook. It will be an adult universe, not necessarily for kids. The Universe will be highly populated. There will be alternate realities, an intergalactic spacebus system, and all kinds of fun things.
There will be lots of wars, because, war is everywhere. Also lots of battles.
'Space Journey Battles' will encompass all science fiction, and when I copy or parody something, I'll just change it enough so it becomes mine.
The title came to me years ago when I was trying to think of something stupid that was not Star Wars and Star Trek.
I just wanted to have fun, and have a good time is all.
With this blog, I can write about it as much as I want, create characters, write out scenes, and basically do whatever I want. There are infinite pages within a blog, so the rings of Orion are the limit.
I am sure as I work on it more, things will begin to take shape, just like the origin of The Universe itself.
The Universe starts with a thought, and then a word.
I've recently become a fan of Babylon 5, so we will see how that influences me. Basically, it is a great show. There is so much to talk about with it, I don't know where to stop, but it is really good science fiction. I like that it always shows just normal people walking around.
That is how it is going to be 1000 years from now. Just normal people living their lives, that is, if The Earth survives for that long.
I've been trying to think of how SJB would be filmed, but it all doesn't matter at this point. I am building my universe one word at a time, and we'll see what happens.
I don't know if it will be any good or not, I don't even care at this point. All I know is that I am planting the seeds.
I plan on having a good time with it, too. Lots of coffee, cigarettes, and booze will be involved.
You only live once you know.
SBJ is a franchise, and I'm starting it.
Funny, just because of the subject matter I am writing on this blog, that I got an android ad. I usually don't get those, but this is a science fiction blog, and will have things referring to androids, robots, spaceships, and all that. Also, lots of space marine combat. I'm going to have to research that a lot, and how it would work.
Science fiction has been a favorite of mine, though it was hard for me to take it seriously for years. I had other things to do, and needed an outlook to inform what my science fiction could be about.
Anyway, I just want to have fun with it is all.
I've got nothing to lose.
Whenever I start anything, I start with myself, and let it go from there. So the character I am starting with is Daiv. I don't know what his last name is, or if he even has one, or if it even matters.
He is a drifter, a loner, and an artist.
He has his own ship, so that would indicate he has financial back-up to support that venture.
Flying a spaceship around the galaxy ain't cheap.
He supports himself with cargo runs and by selling his art.
He is an honest person, just out to make a living, and to survive.
He is born of Earth.
He is the center of SJB.
He is the alternate universe version of me.
SBJ operates in the past, present, and future. I haven't worked out the timeline yet.
Daiv has sex and pleasure androids on board his ship, which some people would think is creepy, but he uses them as models in his art, which is a lot easier than trying to get human females to sit still.
He owns these androids, and in addition to pleasure functions, can also do combat. They also help him to run his ship, so basically, these female androids kick ass.
Daiv is a quiet, private person with a lot going on his mind.
Some would describe him as nice, others as the opposite of that.
In reality, Daiv has mirror powers and reflects other people into themselves. It is difficult to explain.
Despite being born on Earth, Daiv has always seemed to other Earthers to be alien to them, but they could never quite figure that out.
Daiv drinks a lot of coffee, smokes, drinks, and engages in pleasures of the flesh. He has a good time, no doubt about it. But he is also a hard worker, and gets a lot done.
He just hasn't been the luckiest or most fortunate person he had ever met.
Daiv has his share of problems, and despite other people thinking he is odd, he is actually deeply human on many occasions, and feels a lot.
Well, there is Daiv for you.
My other character is Dirk Rompaflash, a variation on Dirk Wampaflash from 'Clone Wars Adventures'. The original Dirk may show up at some point.
There will be fast food restaurants on asteroids. My universe is going to be out there and crazy and off the hook. It will be an adult universe, not necessarily for kids. The Universe will be highly populated. There will be alternate realities, an intergalactic spacebus system, and all kinds of fun things.
There will be lots of wars, because, war is everywhere. Also lots of battles.
'Space Journey Battles' will encompass all science fiction, and when I copy or parody something, I'll just change it enough so it becomes mine.
The title came to me years ago when I was trying to think of something stupid that was not Star Wars and Star Trek.
I just wanted to have fun, and have a good time is all.
With this blog, I can write about it as much as I want, create characters, write out scenes, and basically do whatever I want. There are infinite pages within a blog, so the rings of Orion are the limit.
I am sure as I work on it more, things will begin to take shape, just like the origin of The Universe itself.
The Universe starts with a thought, and then a word.
I've recently become a fan of Babylon 5, so we will see how that influences me. Basically, it is a great show. There is so much to talk about with it, I don't know where to stop, but it is really good science fiction. I like that it always shows just normal people walking around.
That is how it is going to be 1000 years from now. Just normal people living their lives, that is, if The Earth survives for that long.
I've been trying to think of how SJB would be filmed, but it all doesn't matter at this point. I am building my universe one word at a time, and we'll see what happens.
I don't know if it will be any good or not, I don't even care at this point. All I know is that I am planting the seeds.
I plan on having a good time with it, too. Lots of coffee, cigarettes, and booze will be involved.
You only live once you know.
Daiv - I can't think here
I just read some magazine that they distribute on the space station. Well, I thumbed through it. I found that it was hard to care. I could appreciate the articles, and how well-written they were, the graphic lay-out, the feigned professionalism, and I just didn't care. The articles didn't appeal to me much, and it is hard to take a publication seriously when there are sex ads in the back.
The transgender alien is still sitting to the left of me. Its purpose seems to be to annoy me. I wish it would shut up. He/she is doing a good job of bothering at least two people. It was fine before he/she sat down. Now I have to listen to its pedestrian concerns. The drama with some people underwhelms me.
You know, you really can tell the difference between people who read a lot and people who talk a lot.
All I know is I am tired of hot air.
When I was on Earth, I lived in L.A. for a time. I had enough hot air there to last me a lifetime.
I am glad I am on this space station, far away from my home solar system. There ain't nothing for me back there. I think I have burned all of my bridges. The problem is that I am going to have to start building some new ones. My resources are drying up. Some investments haven't worked out the way I was hoping they would. That is sad.
The alien was talking up a storm to an uninterested listener, and I had to bear the brunt of the noise. It sounded more like therapy than about anything being said. It was a major inconvenience to the tranquility and reflectiveness of my thoughts. It was unfortunate.
I now feel that I am distracted, and I am considering leaving, to go back to my ship, to continue my work there.
I don't feel like I have finished my work here, though. I feel there is more I must do, but I can't seem to think straight with the barrage of emotion I just had to endure.
Maybe another cup of coffee would fix me up. Maybe it would just make me irritable, and give me a sooner reason to piss.
He/she has quieted down now, but is still prominent in my peripheral vision.
Nope, he/she has started up again. He/she sounds stressed out, and it is irritating.
Who you are inside doesn't matter with the shell on the outside of you.
If you alter your shell, you still have to deal with the inside of you no matter what. Other people have to deal with you, too.
I'm just minding my own business, and now I have to deal with this thing. It wasn't my fault, I was just sitting here.
Now I am forced to leave. It is as if reason and thought has been thrown out the window, and I can't think in this space with the rules changed so much.
I prefer my drama on a television show.
At the cafe, I just want peace and quiet.
Yup, I am out of here.
I just can't think here.
The transgender alien is still sitting to the left of me. Its purpose seems to be to annoy me. I wish it would shut up. He/she is doing a good job of bothering at least two people. It was fine before he/she sat down. Now I have to listen to its pedestrian concerns. The drama with some people underwhelms me.
You know, you really can tell the difference between people who read a lot and people who talk a lot.
All I know is I am tired of hot air.
When I was on Earth, I lived in L.A. for a time. I had enough hot air there to last me a lifetime.
I am glad I am on this space station, far away from my home solar system. There ain't nothing for me back there. I think I have burned all of my bridges. The problem is that I am going to have to start building some new ones. My resources are drying up. Some investments haven't worked out the way I was hoping they would. That is sad.
The alien was talking up a storm to an uninterested listener, and I had to bear the brunt of the noise. It sounded more like therapy than about anything being said. It was a major inconvenience to the tranquility and reflectiveness of my thoughts. It was unfortunate.
I now feel that I am distracted, and I am considering leaving, to go back to my ship, to continue my work there.
I don't feel like I have finished my work here, though. I feel there is more I must do, but I can't seem to think straight with the barrage of emotion I just had to endure.
Maybe another cup of coffee would fix me up. Maybe it would just make me irritable, and give me a sooner reason to piss.
He/she has quieted down now, but is still prominent in my peripheral vision.
Nope, he/she has started up again. He/she sounds stressed out, and it is irritating.
Who you are inside doesn't matter with the shell on the outside of you.
If you alter your shell, you still have to deal with the inside of you no matter what. Other people have to deal with you, too.
I'm just minding my own business, and now I have to deal with this thing. It wasn't my fault, I was just sitting here.
Now I am forced to leave. It is as if reason and thought has been thrown out the window, and I can't think in this space with the rules changed so much.
I prefer my drama on a television show.
At the cafe, I just want peace and quiet.
Yup, I am out of here.
I just can't think here.
Daiv - Interstellar Galactic Artist
"I'm late in the game. I am just getting started. I haven't even begun. I am not even quite sure what year it is or where I am."
I am at the cafe right now. I am completely out of it. I came here to the space station to relax and kick back. I've been traveling for a long time, and I am tired. I just don't want to do much of anything. I am exhausted.
Every now and then I have to dock, fuel up, and check my bearings.
The bleak weariness of space gets to me.
Currently I am at a populated cafe at the space station. People are on their devices, or engaged in talk with one another.
I am here to mind my own business, and I am glad that people let me do that here.
There was a problem with an alien with tattoos on his face. He decided to fall asleep at the table next to me, but the problem was taken care of by one of the locals.
Outside the cafe, there is a line of shops. I like to go out there to smoke, and just watch all of the aliens and humans walk by, conducting their business, or doing what they need to do.
I just observe and absorb.
I am an artist on a transitory ship. I have androids on board to assist me. I have my art studio on my ship. I like to paint there and do my thing. I often need supplies, though.
I don't like to be stuck on one planet for too long. It isn't my style. I prefer to be on the move.
There is a lot of life to live out there.
I've had varied success as artist. Sometimes feast, sometimes famine. I'm going to have to work on the feast part.
My clients come and go.
With my art, it takes a long time to finish. Also, my overhead is through the roof. I need to find a cheaper way to live.
My coffee is good. It is getting close to the time when I need a refill.
There is an alien who just sat down. I can't tell if it is male or female.
Anyway, I've been on a pretty tight budget in the last year.
I am a human, but I like hanging out with all different kinds of aliens. It's fun. I like variety. I don't like things to be normal. Plus, humans have this co-dependent tendency that I can't stand. They get to be somewhat clingy. I'm a person who needs a lot of space, and a lot of solitude. I can't make art in a void, though. I need to be around various life forms which helps to give me reason and energy to even make my art.
I've been happy lately, happier than I've ever been, but yeah, I could use some more galactic credits coming my way.
The sexually ambiguous alien appears to have at one point to have been a male, and got modifications to become a female. I look at it, and it all just doesn't seem to work. In other words, I just don't buy it.
Everybody's mind is different. I have found that it is better to just be my own person, in my own space, in my own time, and in my own way.
I try to mind my own business, but it isn't always possible. Sometimes, a person's desire to interrupt me is greater than my desire to not interact.
People tempt me sometimes, and that is how I get into trouble.
I have had my brushes with The Intergalactic Police. I can't say I am a fan of theirs. I try to stay out of their way.
For some reason, they don't like artists much. My programming and outlook on life is very different than theirs. They see things in terms of black and white, and that is a very narrow spectrum with which to view life. The IP are their own private club. They have files on me, but they got nothing. I haven't done anything wrong, unless it is a crime to be alive. Sometimes they make it seem like that it is a crime.
I was born on Earth, but I realized that I identified more with aliens. I haven't been back there for a long time.
They always called me strange and weird, so one day, I said, "F**k it. I'm leaving, and I ain't coming back."
"I've had it up to here with humans," Daiv said pointing to his neck.
"Just thinking about humans is a good reason to grab for a shot glass."
I am at the cafe right now. I am completely out of it. I came here to the space station to relax and kick back. I've been traveling for a long time, and I am tired. I just don't want to do much of anything. I am exhausted.
Every now and then I have to dock, fuel up, and check my bearings.
The bleak weariness of space gets to me.
Currently I am at a populated cafe at the space station. People are on their devices, or engaged in talk with one another.
I am here to mind my own business, and I am glad that people let me do that here.
There was a problem with an alien with tattoos on his face. He decided to fall asleep at the table next to me, but the problem was taken care of by one of the locals.
Outside the cafe, there is a line of shops. I like to go out there to smoke, and just watch all of the aliens and humans walk by, conducting their business, or doing what they need to do.
I just observe and absorb.
I am an artist on a transitory ship. I have androids on board to assist me. I have my art studio on my ship. I like to paint there and do my thing. I often need supplies, though.
I don't like to be stuck on one planet for too long. It isn't my style. I prefer to be on the move.
There is a lot of life to live out there.
I've had varied success as artist. Sometimes feast, sometimes famine. I'm going to have to work on the feast part.
My clients come and go.
With my art, it takes a long time to finish. Also, my overhead is through the roof. I need to find a cheaper way to live.
My coffee is good. It is getting close to the time when I need a refill.
There is an alien who just sat down. I can't tell if it is male or female.
Anyway, I've been on a pretty tight budget in the last year.
I am a human, but I like hanging out with all different kinds of aliens. It's fun. I like variety. I don't like things to be normal. Plus, humans have this co-dependent tendency that I can't stand. They get to be somewhat clingy. I'm a person who needs a lot of space, and a lot of solitude. I can't make art in a void, though. I need to be around various life forms which helps to give me reason and energy to even make my art.
I've been happy lately, happier than I've ever been, but yeah, I could use some more galactic credits coming my way.
The sexually ambiguous alien appears to have at one point to have been a male, and got modifications to become a female. I look at it, and it all just doesn't seem to work. In other words, I just don't buy it.
Everybody's mind is different. I have found that it is better to just be my own person, in my own space, in my own time, and in my own way.
I try to mind my own business, but it isn't always possible. Sometimes, a person's desire to interrupt me is greater than my desire to not interact.
People tempt me sometimes, and that is how I get into trouble.
I have had my brushes with The Intergalactic Police. I can't say I am a fan of theirs. I try to stay out of their way.
For some reason, they don't like artists much. My programming and outlook on life is very different than theirs. They see things in terms of black and white, and that is a very narrow spectrum with which to view life. The IP are their own private club. They have files on me, but they got nothing. I haven't done anything wrong, unless it is a crime to be alive. Sometimes they make it seem like that it is a crime.
I was born on Earth, but I realized that I identified more with aliens. I haven't been back there for a long time.
They always called me strange and weird, so one day, I said, "F**k it. I'm leaving, and I ain't coming back."
"I've had it up to here with humans," Daiv said pointing to his neck.
"Just thinking about humans is a good reason to grab for a shot glass."
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Here at the Cosmic Cafe
I just got here. They have the Galactic Wire Service installed here, so I can get onto the internet. The signal isn't very strong. I wish they would install a repeater, or a signal magnifier. Trying to watch videos here in the cafe is almost impossible if there are too many people here with laptops.
It is another slow start for the day. I was up half the night doing research.
I slept well, so that is good.
I am nothing without coffee, so I'm still not awake yet.
Basically, it is an Economic War. It has been going on for a long time. There have been times when it has been dormant in sleeper mode for a while, but then it always comes back in full fury.
In a way, World War I, II, and III were three acts within a single play.
Humans seem to like war for some reason, when mathematically, it makes no sense. It then becomes about something other than money. It becomes about power.
Life is so short anyhow, that by the time you actually do get power, you are too old to enjoy it.
Anyhow, I am at the cafe, and I need coffee bad.
My head doesn't kick in until it has been properly caffeinated.
Every time the line dwindles down, I get ready to get my coffee, but then somebody else gets in line.
I could do this work at home, but they have good tunes and nice looking alien chicks here. If I can't date them, at least I can look at them. That's something. It is enough to influence my consciousness.
I'm not getting anywhere. I'm going to stand outside for a minute.
* * *
So, it is just another day. But somehow The Universe will flow through me.
One would think sitting in a little cafe wouldn't mean much of anything, but it does.
We are all traveling through time at every moment.
We are The Time Machines.
- Daiv Lovell
The Cosmic Cafe
3011 A.D.
It is another slow start for the day. I was up half the night doing research.
I slept well, so that is good.
I am nothing without coffee, so I'm still not awake yet.
Basically, it is an Economic War. It has been going on for a long time. There have been times when it has been dormant in sleeper mode for a while, but then it always comes back in full fury.
In a way, World War I, II, and III were three acts within a single play.
Humans seem to like war for some reason, when mathematically, it makes no sense. It then becomes about something other than money. It becomes about power.
Life is so short anyhow, that by the time you actually do get power, you are too old to enjoy it.
Anyhow, I am at the cafe, and I need coffee bad.
My head doesn't kick in until it has been properly caffeinated.
Every time the line dwindles down, I get ready to get my coffee, but then somebody else gets in line.
I could do this work at home, but they have good tunes and nice looking alien chicks here. If I can't date them, at least I can look at them. That's something. It is enough to influence my consciousness.
I'm not getting anywhere. I'm going to stand outside for a minute.
* * *
So, it is just another day. But somehow The Universe will flow through me.
One would think sitting in a little cafe wouldn't mean much of anything, but it does.
We are all traveling through time at every moment.
We are The Time Machines.
- Daiv Lovell
The Cosmic Cafe
3011 A.D.
Monday, December 12, 2011
All Coffee-ed Out
One problem with writing in the cafe is there is only so much coffee I can drink, and it is a pain to be buzzed into the bathroom all the time.
Coffee goes right through me.
My session is almost done at this point, and I haven't even played Monopoly Millionaires yet on facebook. I definitely have to do that before I go.
One thing is for sure, it is hard to think about The Universe when you have to squirt. Every second I get reminded of how bad I have to go.
brb
* * *
There is a cute girl, young and blond and sweet looking, and at second glance, she has the side of her head shaved, with a tattoo on the side of her head.
Her face is so innocent, but maybe she has some other things going on.
I drew a picture of her.
I would like to photograph her, but that would be rude.
I don't draw as many girls in the cafe as I used to. It is kind of rude to be staring at them and capturing their image, especially if I can see through their clothes.
I am The Man with The X-Ray Eyes. I can see through all women's clothings.
He would be a great character in Space Journey Battles.
I want to write about him.
I can just make him born with this ability. Maybe he tells no one.
It would be rad to have his brain wired up to a camera device, so he could just photograph anybody he wanted.
Perhaps his vision would be strong enough to look through walls. That would be rad.
* * *
The cutie with the tattoo on the side of her head looks around 19. I can't read what her tattoo says. It almost seems to me like it says 'HugLife', which would be cuter than having it say some kind of gang thing, which would be repulsive to me.
She is talking to some dork with a S.F. hoodie, a baseball hat, and a cheesy mustache.
She wears a long, white sweater coat.
What is nice with writing is I can do the same thing as I would do with my drawing, except no one can see what I am writing about, because people don't like to read much anymore.
Pictures can be seen much easier than words.
Meanwhile, I just saw another cutie walk by in stretchy, black yoga pants. I could see the surging curves of her buttocks. I love when the form really shows up well in three-dimensional space. It makes it so much better than looking at a photo. It is the depth.
The real thing is always better, except it isn't easy to make a woman sit still unless you pay her to model for you.
I used to pay women to come over and model for me. Those were good times, but they just wanted the money, they never wanted me, and that was sad, so I quit doing that.
I got some good drawings out of it, but I can't post them on this blog. I can only put them on my 18 and over blog, because Americans are freaks about nudity and nakedness, and I don't even see it as a big deal.
Every actress who goes through Hollywood, well, most of them, at some time or another, model nude, and have pictures taken of them. Most of the time, it is good for their careers. It certainly gives them publicity.
Hey, when guys watch actresses, they want to feel like they know them, and the only way to do that is to see pictures of them naked.
I am sorry if you don't like my thoughts or ideas, but it isn't my problem.
No one is forcing you to read this, you can read anything you want at any time, I'm not stopping you.
Dang, it is time to go, but I am all coffee-ed out.
It happens.
Coffee goes right through me.
My session is almost done at this point, and I haven't even played Monopoly Millionaires yet on facebook. I definitely have to do that before I go.
One thing is for sure, it is hard to think about The Universe when you have to squirt. Every second I get reminded of how bad I have to go.
brb
* * *
There is a cute girl, young and blond and sweet looking, and at second glance, she has the side of her head shaved, with a tattoo on the side of her head.
Her face is so innocent, but maybe she has some other things going on.
I drew a picture of her.
I would like to photograph her, but that would be rude.
I don't draw as many girls in the cafe as I used to. It is kind of rude to be staring at them and capturing their image, especially if I can see through their clothes.
I am The Man with The X-Ray Eyes. I can see through all women's clothings.
He would be a great character in Space Journey Battles.
I want to write about him.
I can just make him born with this ability. Maybe he tells no one.
It would be rad to have his brain wired up to a camera device, so he could just photograph anybody he wanted.
Perhaps his vision would be strong enough to look through walls. That would be rad.
* * *
The cutie with the tattoo on the side of her head looks around 19. I can't read what her tattoo says. It almost seems to me like it says 'HugLife', which would be cuter than having it say some kind of gang thing, which would be repulsive to me.
She is talking to some dork with a S.F. hoodie, a baseball hat, and a cheesy mustache.
She wears a long, white sweater coat.
What is nice with writing is I can do the same thing as I would do with my drawing, except no one can see what I am writing about, because people don't like to read much anymore.
Pictures can be seen much easier than words.
Meanwhile, I just saw another cutie walk by in stretchy, black yoga pants. I could see the surging curves of her buttocks. I love when the form really shows up well in three-dimensional space. It makes it so much better than looking at a photo. It is the depth.
The real thing is always better, except it isn't easy to make a woman sit still unless you pay her to model for you.
I used to pay women to come over and model for me. Those were good times, but they just wanted the money, they never wanted me, and that was sad, so I quit doing that.
I got some good drawings out of it, but I can't post them on this blog. I can only put them on my 18 and over blog, because Americans are freaks about nudity and nakedness, and I don't even see it as a big deal.
Every actress who goes through Hollywood, well, most of them, at some time or another, model nude, and have pictures taken of them. Most of the time, it is good for their careers. It certainly gives them publicity.
Hey, when guys watch actresses, they want to feel like they know them, and the only way to do that is to see pictures of them naked.
I am sorry if you don't like my thoughts or ideas, but it isn't my problem.
No one is forcing you to read this, you can read anything you want at any time, I'm not stopping you.
Dang, it is time to go, but I am all coffee-ed out.
It happens.
Some Ideas
I have been watching a lot of Babylon 5. It is a great show.
It is funny that I still have a similar impression of the show when I first saw it years ago.
This show is bizarre. Everything about it is strange.
But, it is very good, though.
There is a certain amateurish aspect of the show which kind of makes some scenes like it was just made by some sci-fi fan, but in a way, that is alwo what is good about the show, for it doesn't take itself all that seriously.
Babylon 5 is a show that can laugh at itself, which is another outstanding aspect of its appeal.
Now, with 'Space Journey Battles', which is the sci fi epic I am working on, well, I just want to do it all my own way.
One problem I have with both Star Trek and Babylon 5 is, well, you know what? Both shows are not far enough into the future. I don't think any way in hell that we will be in space outside of our solar system in 200 years. I don't think so. We don't even have a colony on the moon yet, and that was predicted to have happened by now. It is just too expensive and pointless, when that money is needed on Earth.
Yes, there is plenty to do on Earth.
In fiction, you can do anything, but if fiction isn't aware of real possibilities, then it immediately places the fiction in an alternate universe.
Fiction is often a dream within the mind of the creator, so that places it in a fictional universe right there.
Dialogues turn out to be modified from what actually happened, and the names of people, places, and things are modified.
Non-fiction often becomes blurred.
Some fiction has lots of actual facts in it, whereas some non-fiction is liberally creative.
Anyway, all these things I am trying to figure out for what I want to do.
I like Babylon 5 for bringing in actors like Bill Mumy, Walter Koenig, Michael York, and others from sci-fi days gone by. Even Majel Barrett makes an appearance as a Minbari.
San Francisco is a sci-fi heaven. All I have to do to remind myself of that is to walk outside and see all the freaks and aliens, or hell, even look around me in the cafe. People from all walks of life are here.
Yes, I have my work cut out for me.
I like talking on this USB external keyboard. It rules. I can really produce a lot of words on this thing like nothing I have ever typed on before in my life. It is so much better than typing on the actual laptop. The angle is wrong.
Wow, I just made the angle of the keyboard even better for my hands. That is rad. That is the thing that f***s up your hands. ( Curse that I can't swear on this blog, unless I set it for adult. Adsense has me by the balls. )
Keyboard designers are so screwed up. The really need to look at actual typewriter keyboards, and get the angle right.
Computer people can be soooo dumb sometimes.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day. Actually, it is cold out there. However, I am in a good mood, and I got lots of things cooking in my brain.
I am starting to think of characters I want to make, and what I want them to do.
Of course, I would love to have both PG versions and rated X versions of my sci fi universe.
Or at least unrated.
I want to do naughty things, and I know that things in films that you can do in Europe has to be really sanitized here. It is all screwed up.
Yet, I know you don't have to put the naughty stuff in. It just makes it more fun, though.
I've seen people freak out over things outside of their mental boundaries, though. It can make people freak out.
People are really scared of ideas.
Anyway, one character has his own spaceship, and it is populated by female androids. He can do whatever he wants with them, and he is pretty happy just floating around space. All of the androids have pleasure model capabilities, and most of them can work with tools, too, so that they are somewhat useful.
Basically, this character is based on me, and what I would do in space.
With the androids, I could turn them off anytime I wanted to, so I wouldn't have to hear them talk if I didn't want to.
I think this sounds like an ideal situation for me, as long as the androids sexually felt like women, I would have no problem, and no one would get pregnant.
It would be funny if later on, there is a real female on board, and all hell would break loose.
I would have a good time writing for this character.
He would be a random guy in the galaxy, just showing up from time to time.
He would always be on the look-out for ways to make money.
Maybe he would have an art studio on his ship, and he would make paintings of his androids. It would be idea, since they could stay still for a long time when he paints them.
In a way, I am that character now, and San Francisco is basically a huge space station, and we all live here.
That is awesome, I can work with that.
I've been a little disappointed with The Art World lately. They don't seem to want me, so f*** 'em.
Time for a smoke.
It is funny that I still have a similar impression of the show when I first saw it years ago.
This show is bizarre. Everything about it is strange.
But, it is very good, though.
There is a certain amateurish aspect of the show which kind of makes some scenes like it was just made by some sci-fi fan, but in a way, that is alwo what is good about the show, for it doesn't take itself all that seriously.
Babylon 5 is a show that can laugh at itself, which is another outstanding aspect of its appeal.
Now, with 'Space Journey Battles', which is the sci fi epic I am working on, well, I just want to do it all my own way.
One problem I have with both Star Trek and Babylon 5 is, well, you know what? Both shows are not far enough into the future. I don't think any way in hell that we will be in space outside of our solar system in 200 years. I don't think so. We don't even have a colony on the moon yet, and that was predicted to have happened by now. It is just too expensive and pointless, when that money is needed on Earth.
Yes, there is plenty to do on Earth.
In fiction, you can do anything, but if fiction isn't aware of real possibilities, then it immediately places the fiction in an alternate universe.
Fiction is often a dream within the mind of the creator, so that places it in a fictional universe right there.
Dialogues turn out to be modified from what actually happened, and the names of people, places, and things are modified.
Non-fiction often becomes blurred.
Some fiction has lots of actual facts in it, whereas some non-fiction is liberally creative.
Anyway, all these things I am trying to figure out for what I want to do.
I like Babylon 5 for bringing in actors like Bill Mumy, Walter Koenig, Michael York, and others from sci-fi days gone by. Even Majel Barrett makes an appearance as a Minbari.
San Francisco is a sci-fi heaven. All I have to do to remind myself of that is to walk outside and see all the freaks and aliens, or hell, even look around me in the cafe. People from all walks of life are here.
Yes, I have my work cut out for me.
I like talking on this USB external keyboard. It rules. I can really produce a lot of words on this thing like nothing I have ever typed on before in my life. It is so much better than typing on the actual laptop. The angle is wrong.
Wow, I just made the angle of the keyboard even better for my hands. That is rad. That is the thing that f***s up your hands. ( Curse that I can't swear on this blog, unless I set it for adult. Adsense has me by the balls. )
Keyboard designers are so screwed up. The really need to look at actual typewriter keyboards, and get the angle right.
Computer people can be soooo dumb sometimes.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day. Actually, it is cold out there. However, I am in a good mood, and I got lots of things cooking in my brain.
I am starting to think of characters I want to make, and what I want them to do.
Of course, I would love to have both PG versions and rated X versions of my sci fi universe.
Or at least unrated.
I want to do naughty things, and I know that things in films that you can do in Europe has to be really sanitized here. It is all screwed up.
Yet, I know you don't have to put the naughty stuff in. It just makes it more fun, though.
I've seen people freak out over things outside of their mental boundaries, though. It can make people freak out.
People are really scared of ideas.
Anyway, one character has his own spaceship, and it is populated by female androids. He can do whatever he wants with them, and he is pretty happy just floating around space. All of the androids have pleasure model capabilities, and most of them can work with tools, too, so that they are somewhat useful.
Basically, this character is based on me, and what I would do in space.
With the androids, I could turn them off anytime I wanted to, so I wouldn't have to hear them talk if I didn't want to.
I think this sounds like an ideal situation for me, as long as the androids sexually felt like women, I would have no problem, and no one would get pregnant.
It would be funny if later on, there is a real female on board, and all hell would break loose.
I would have a good time writing for this character.
He would be a random guy in the galaxy, just showing up from time to time.
He would always be on the look-out for ways to make money.
Maybe he would have an art studio on his ship, and he would make paintings of his androids. It would be idea, since they could stay still for a long time when he paints them.
In a way, I am that character now, and San Francisco is basically a huge space station, and we all live here.
That is awesome, I can work with that.
I've been a little disappointed with The Art World lately. They don't seem to want me, so f*** 'em.
Time for a smoke.
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