Between the Lines

Home sick.

NOT Homesick.

The past few days have been miserable for me. I’m not sure what brought it about, but I have a pretty solid feeling it was the leftover taco pizza I brought back from my parents. It was left out all night and morning at their house, in the garage, when it got 79 degrees outside. I brought it home, a 3 hour drive, and then put it in the fridge. I then took it to work with the intention of eating it, but it was too messy to do while driving so I didn’t. Left it out for another four or five hours. Then came home, heated it up in the oven, and ate it. Hilarity ensued. It wasn’t even all that awesome. Now, Chicken Alfredo pizza with French sauce is incredible (Hence the Uppercase)… but yeah. I was an idiot.

Now my throat is swelling up, I can barely swallow, and I cough up… nothing. Which means I’m having an allergy attack. RUN.

I haven’t written anything readable for a bit; I’ve been working on hanging out (Springtime makes me inspired like a crazyboy, but I’m always inspired around 10:30, where I’m driving like an idiot. Now, of course, I’m sick, so no inspiration here). As usual, I want to be published. I want to have my book out for all to see. I want to finish proofing AK again, finish P1, and get some kind of proofing finished on Mindgames, which will be incorporated into the Worldtree universe. Oi. And the gunslinger side-story. And the brothers zombie side-story.

Anyways, I’m frustrated at something. Perpetually, really, but I’ll find out what it is, exactly, and push through it. Perhaps it’s complacency. I’m at a place in my professional career that I’m happy with my job(s), and I’m going to be able to make a lot of headway with savings and the like. It’s just… yeah. Something.

Probably just the fact I haven’t written chapters in months. I wish I weren’t sick. I’ll try and write on Saturday while Cygnus is at work.

We’re talking about getting tattoos. Hahaha. Two shark’s teeth.

And. Just bought fuzzy seatcovers for Hobbes. Real FUR! hahaha

Sometimes I wonder if there’s even a pattern beneath the pattern when it comes to how people act and react. This is a vague sentence, I know. Mostly because the moment I started typing it whizzed right out of my head. Whatever I was going to say.

The more I want to write on my books, the more I don’t. I believe I’m starting to get writer’s block. I want to write all the time, while I’m at work, but the moment I get home my head goes empty. It’s so incredibly frustrating I can barely contain myself. Anyway…

(Politics rant incoming)

I’m reading random crap on Facebook about punching Pelosi in the face. I assume this has to do with you being a republican and not wanting to get our taxes lowered. I’ve watched the politicals. I’ve heard the arguments. I’ve read the propaganda. Now, all I’m looking for is someone to actually explain why the healthcare reform is bad. Or unconstitutional. Or unAmerican. While I understand the GOP rides on fear and Who Is This Other, I can’t help but BEG someone to explain to me why this is bad. I hear vague rhetoric about something Socialist and something Unconstitutional, and leave it at that. I’ve even heard some Murcan go, “It’s Socialist. You aren’t a Socialist, are you?” to which I replied, “What’s a Socialist?” “Damn N***** that steals our money and gives it to someone in his family.” Yes, this is an extreme example. But at least he gave what he thought was a well-educated answer. It’s more than I can say for my GOP friends.

And since being Socialist is basically being a Terrorist (same with Marxism, and Naziism, and being Muslim, and Middle Eastern… oh. A pattern. To be a Terrorist is to be the “Other.” Fear.), it’s no surprise every fundie and rightwing brainwasher (all extremes in themselves) are having a holocaust with this idea. (Holocaust means an offering to God, in case anyone ever wondered what that word came from) Yet, it’s not just the extremes that want to “Punch Pelosi in the face.” It’s the majority of the GOP. From what I’ve read, it makes a lot of sense to have this kind of healthcare system… Considering when we compare our system to most second-world countries, our is worse than theirs, I’m quite surprised over how upset everyone is getting.

Which leads perhaps to an explanation of my pattern within the pattern thought. If the GOP is throwing around “YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF THIS PRESIDENT!” while backing a man that easily wasted fifty times the money Obama has, perhaps they themselves are afraid of change. I mean, that’s pretty obvious. Change is bad for the GOP. Change means standing up proudly and saying there’s something that needs fixing. Yet.

It’s just strange how this whole system works. I mean, everyone at the top is corrupt. You have to be to get the backing to get there. It’s mostly high school homecoming court, from a whole societal structure, and not trying to find the best man to run the country. But I read somewhere, too, “If you are too intelligent to bother with politics, you will be governed by those who aren’t.”

Yes. It makes sense to care. To bother. We have an incredible country. The value of life here is much higher than the majority of the rest of the world. I just don’t like how extremist this country is getting (Not that they weren’t before. Heh) over the simple selection of candidates.

This new healthcare thing won’t send this country under. The war(s)? Possibly. The lack of interest or involvement by more intelligent (?) people such as myself? Perhaps. It makes me grr.

And this entry had nothing to do with what I wanted to write about. Hahaha

Haven’t been around here as much as I’d like. I’ve been juggling, essentially, three jobs. As usual. Par for the course. I’ve been having the time of my life at my new job. Especially with this warm, 80 degree weather blowing through. It’s incredible. I love it. And I’m getting paid good money to do it. I don’t see moving on from this job for a while.

That being said, I just picked up my first freelance writing contract with a high school friend of mine. He’s just leaving the military and has asked me to jump on board with a project of his. Actually, it’s more of a dream of his. He’ll be settling into San Francisco after one final 5 month stint in Afghanistan, and I’ll be working with him (I’d assume) around fifteen hours a week on a secret project of his. I’m stoked. I’m getting paid. I am, once more, doing what I love doing. AND GETTING PAID.

So I’m all smiles from my side. I’ve got some good things coming down the pipe. I’m as happy as can be with my life’s direction.

(Now all I need to do is get published. Grr. Grr.)

Today’s my dad’s birthday. My brother got accepted into Rolla. His birthday’s on the 9th. We have lots of stuff to celebrate this weekend. That’s for sure. Now all I need to do is make it to StLouis with the 5:30 AM schedule I have. oi.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to know about this project. Know I’m writing fantasy. I can’t post anything, simply given the nature of it. And, I can’t talk about it. Sorry. More Worldtree in the near future, perhaps? Heh.