More Randomness from the Mind of a Madman!!!

1 Sep
Vampirella Lives #2 (Jan. 1997). Cover art by ...

Vampirella Lives #2 (Jan. 1997). Cover art by Adam Hughes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Vampirella #1 (Sept. 1969). Cover art by Frank...

Vampirella #1 (Sept. 1969). Cover art by Frank Frazetta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Halloween II departs significantly from its pr...

Halloween II departs much from its predecessor by incorporating more graphic violence and gore, making it far more like slasher films of its time. This scene depicts a bleeding Michael after being shot in both eyes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Lon Chaney as seen in The Phantom of the Opera...

Lon Chaney as seen in The Phantom of the Opera, 1925. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

The Tomb of Dracula

The Tomb of Dracula (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Anybody familiar with the Harris Comics Vampirella that can answer a question for me about whether the series was set immediately after the Warren series, or was it set in the present time period of which it was published.

 

I don’t know how to use Photoshop or create memes, but I thought of this today: What to Expect When You’re Expecting the Spanish Inquisition!

 

I’ve doubled my self-assigned mandatory writing per day for the next month. Not because I’m behind schedule, but because I’m now writing so quickly that I’m already tripling my mandatory daily writing quota every day and still finding lots of late night-time with little to do. So I might finish up the book even sooner, or end up writing a 2000 page book. I’m really trying hard to not make my book that long, though, but as I’m approaching 300 pages I haven’t even gotten into modern slasher films, Godzilla films, Asian ghosts, or fake paranormal documentaries yet. I may have to have less pictures than I wanted to fit all the information I want to cram in there. I also have to fit in three appendices, some biographies on monsters and monster hunters, and the forwards. And my introduction to the book. Yeesh.

 

It’s 1 am and I’m contemplating taking a 30 minute walk (and 30 minutes back) to go to the closest place open that sells coffee now. Is that weird?

 

I bought a new mop today, and I’m excited to use it. What have I become?

 

The sun will be up soon. I should be getting to bed.

 

My cat dips his paw in his water dish then taps it on his dry food to moisten it, because he prefers moister food. Pretty clever for a cat.

 

Saw a bunch of stuff on someone’s lawn. Clothes, toys, a bicycle, and a sign that said free. So I took the sign.

 

met my writing goal for today…and tomorrow….and the day after tomorrow. I’m very pleased with myself. It seems that as I can see the finish line at the end, I start building up momentum. Plus, admittedly, now that I’m working on the modern era of horror, perhaps I’m finding it easier to write about the material that I’m more familiar with and have more fun with. I’m on a roll, but I’m getting too tired to concentrate. First thing tomorrow (and by that I mean noonish), I’m working on Marvel’s Tomb of Dracula, and Mexican horror film monsters and the wrestlers who love to fight them.

 

I ran into someone I know on the way home and we stopped and had a nice conversation. After eight years in Northampton, am I actually becoming part of the community? That’s seriously going to mess with my crazy loner hermit image I’ve worked so hard on developing.

 

Not beating your kids does not turn them into monsters. My son has never been hit. He is a straight A student who is respectful, kind, generous, unselfish, and participates in healthy extra-curricular activities. He’s not an anomaly. The secret is that he is rewarded for good behavior, and disciplined by bad behavior. Take away the stuff they love and that will have a more lasting effect than smacking the kid. You smack the kid, and they fear your. But they won’t respect you. Teach by example. Be a good person, and they will want to emulate that. If you hit people who upset you, so will they. Do you want cops to smack you when you’re caught speeding? I’m so tired of people saying kids act like shit because the parents aren’t allowed to hurt them. No, perhaps it’s because you’re shitty parents who act like assholes, and the kids are emulating what they see. Sorry, but hitting your kids might seem easier, while being a good person might actually need some work.

 

Do we really need to honk to let someone know that we’re at this house? For crying out loud, even the homeless have cell phones with texting ability. Can’t we just pull up to a house, then after we park, take out the cell and say “I’m here” instead of pounding on the horn over and over for the neighborhood to hear? I have one neighbor who has visitors come by all day long, pounding on the horn several times each time they come by. Then of course, she can’t go out and talk. Or text them. Nope, she has to scream out the window at them, like she’s a three-year old with no control of her volume and too lazy to walk outside. Damn neighborhood.

 

 

I am a Madman!

10 Aug

I’m mad.  Quite mad, indeed.  Okay.  Nowadays, we like to say mentally ill, but as a fan of old horror and science fiction, I prefer to call myself mad.

I’m better than I was.  I take medication that keeps me manageable.  But once upon a time….

My madness is called Bi-Polar Disorder now, but it used to be called manic-depressive, and before that, madness (or eccentricity in polite circles if you were wealthy).

At its worst, I would overreact to the smallest of situations. I have attempted suicide a few times.   Once because I couldn’t start the lawnmower and I didn’t want to have to explain to my mother why the lawn didn’t get mowed.

I could get so angry I’ve been known to throw furniture at my work supervisor.  I’ve been paranoid.  I’d hear things that didn’t actually get said.  I’d have delusions.  Sometimes the lines between fiction and reality were blurred.

Now, with medication, I can seem to be quite normal….sometimes. I am still pretty introverted, except for the world of the internet, of course.  I have a huge ego, and yet I have extremely low self-esteem.  I don’t like to leave my apartment.  I keep my shades down and don’t let people over very often.  I don’t socialize.  I never answer my phone.  And that’s the way I like it.

I love to write, and at times I will pour myself into research, and in what seems like just moments of research will have been six hours.  I will lose total track of time, which is weird if you consider that I am obsessed with time and schedules and lists.

My mind is constantly obsessing over what most would consider things that don’t matter.  I can’t watch a TV show without analyzing how it fits into various fictional multiverse and shared realities.  I can’t watch something without studying it.

I can’t manage my money.  I’m always over drafting.  I’m extremely poor because I can’t handle money, and because I can’t seem to hold a job without freaking out, which is why the state considers my madness to be a disability.

At home, just me and my cat, I will sometimes pace my apartment at 3am because I’m coming up with great ideas for stories, which I’ll never have the patience to actually write.  Then I’ll sleep for 16 hours.

I often find myself talking to my cat, only because he’s there.  Otherwise, I’d talk to myself.

I’m actually quite happy with who I am, and how I live, though I do get sad and lonely.  I only care about my finances because it affects my relationship with my son.  And of course, there’s the lack of companionship.

The problem of course is first that I’m quite mad, and that’s a lot for people to deal with.  It’s hard to make friends or a girlfriend who can deal with my weirdness, my social anxiety, or my financial struggles.  And then the fact that because of who I am and how I am, I’m also very much used to doing things my particular way, on my schedule, or lack of schedule, depending on if I’m up or down at the town.  Not easy.

I was out tonight. I go to AA meetings, not because I’m an alcoholic, but because there aren’t any good mental health groups so it’s the closest thing I can find, and it gives me some serenity.  But when I go, I find that I’m the only one who doesn’t socialize before or after.  And I’ve realized why.  Of course, there is my own social anxiety, but also, my madness (even when controlled) is still clear.  And people fear me.  Not in the way that they fear getting hurt.  But they fear talking to the weird guy will be, well, weird.

So I am me.  And I’m mad.  Quite mad.  It’s a gift and a curse.  I’m quite brilliant.  (Really!)  And I’m a mess.  But it’s who I am.  It’s how I am.  And that’s all to that.  And tonight, I felt like I had to express that.  Because I’m not really great at talking to people, but I sure love to write.

 

More random thoughts and stuff from my Facebook page…

7 Jun

Rain. Why’d it have to be rain? (Missing my car now.)

Anybody going to the July 4 events at UMass this year? Connor and I go every year but this year without a car, we can’t go. Buses don’t run on the holiday. If anyone wants to go and is willing to bring us along, I’d be willing to pay for your parking.

An Iranian journalist appeared on the Daily Show in a piece that was meant to show that Iran does not hate America nor is it evil. For appearing on the show, the Iranian government arrested and tortured the journalist. I guess the message is that Iran’s government is evil and does hate America, and they really don’t like when their citizens try to debunk that stereotype.

I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything that I thought it could be.

Feel like today’s a lay on the couch and watch TV day.

Going to bed. See you all when I get up in the next 5 to 16 hours.

Only five hours of sleep has caught up to me. I think I need a nap. Getting sleepy and really getting bothered by little things like racists, sexists, elitists, classists, and other ists I can’t think of now.

I’ve been way too argumentative today over trivial things. Guess that’s what happens when I don’t get enough sleep. Well, except that I’m always way too argumentative over trivial things.

A problem with being a regular at an establishment is that they never listen because they are so used to you getting your usual. That can be convenient when you want your usual, but if tell them something different, they don’t listen. Still get the usual. I’ve recently come to appreciate onion bagels, but my regular Dunkin donuts ignores me and gives me my usual. I guess I have to start being rude and making them take it back and make the right order, but I feel bad because I know their intentions are good.

Sometimes I sleep for 16 hours, other times I sleep five and I’m fully charged.

Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but when the guy holding up the Earth dies, we are screwed.

OK, time for bed. I’ve been awake for nearly 12 hours. I’m beat.

I wanna dip my balls in that!

I’ve decided to stop using words like homophobic, racist, bigot. I’ve realized I can replace all those words with one equally descriptive word. Evil.

I’m seriously thinking of deleting anyone who posts “things happen for a reason”. You have a right to your beliefs, but when you say that those I’ve lost were part of His plan, and it’s for the greater good, I really just want to hurt you, and tell you not to worry, because it happened for a reason.

Right. So the first 15 minutes was some of the best Who ever.

 

Looking for some help

25 May

Anybody have a copy of Lin Carter’s Anton Zarnak, Supernatural Sleuth, a 2002 anthology?

PeaceTones

14 May

PeaceTones is now entered in a contest.  Please vote.  Thanks.

https://www.vnistories.com/Page/ViewIdea?ideaid=213

 

DC Continuity Series Postponed

1 May
DC Comics Booth

DC Comics Booth (Photo credit: Gage Skidmore)

 

A while back, I started a series of posts about the history of DC canon, which got some really good feedback.  But then I got really busy with poverty, then the job, and of course writing the book.  So I didn’t get back to it.  I do eventually plan on proceeding with my thoughts on DC’s ever-changing canon, but it’s going to be a while.  So for those who were looking forward to the next installment, please be patient.

 

Time to step it up

1 May

I’ve got two months starting today before Connor arrives.  Two months with nothing going on.  Nothing to do. But write, write, write.

And that’s what I shall do.  It’s time to act like a full-time writer, and push myself to get things done.  

And that starts now.

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