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The Mighty Mighty Stan! has made these available. You should get one now.

For the first time in my life, I’m rather organized.

I’ve completely arranged for picking up my stuff in LA. Called the storage space, got the plane tickets, sent in written notice, arranged for pick-up, rented the van. All well before deadline.

All my bills are being paid on time.

I took care of all my AZ things. Driver’s License, insurance, tags.

Rent is good. Car payment good. No tickets.

No emotional drama.

I’m writing 3,000 words a day (at least).

So… this is what a normal life feels like?

My next octaNe character will not have Drunken Monkey Kung Fu.

He will have Drunken Mexican Judo.

(thanks to via this link.)

Written by Stephen King, directed by Tobey Hooper (Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Poltergeist, etc.). 

Could be interesting.

Comment on this post and I will pick seven of your interests. You then explain them in your journal and re-post.

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Alan Moore
Alan Moore is the cousin of Mary Tyler Moore. He made a brief cameo on a few of her shows in the ’70’s, making an appearance as an honest journalist. His character returned on the controversial spin-off, The Dick Van Dyke show.

Unfortunately, his unconventional brand of humor did not fit America’s unsophisticated and puritanical culture, so he began writing comics. His very first comic, A Lonely Man on the Bus, showed potential, but Moore squandered his talents on stories too intellectual for American tastes. He retired to Northampton where he lives today with his pet snake.

Comics
My two favorite comics are George Carlin and Andy Kaufman, although Andy really wasn’t a comic, he was a song and dance man.

Carlin brought a level of intelligence to comedy, stirring in a degree of profanity and vulgarity that really shouldn’t taste good together, but somehow, he makes it taste like manna from Heaven.

Kaufman, on the other hand, showed me just how uptight and convinced people are of their own dogmas. And how much fun it is to convince people they hate you.

Harlan Ellison
Harlan Ellison wrote the famous book The Invisible Man, a book about racism and and Chevy Chase. He now lives in Los Angeles and writes about earthquakes and heart attacks.

Rush
Rush Limbaugh is a big, fat idiot. His original name was Dorph Dingleberry, but he was inspired by a three-piece prog rock band from Canada, and changed it to Rush.

Meanwhile, that same three-piece prog rock band was recently presented a dilemma. You see, the band has never released any greatest hits or compilation albums. Never. (Their old record company, on the other hand, has released as many compilations as Rush had records with them. None of those compilations are authorized by the band.) Meanwhile, fans were asking for a DVD release of 3 concerts from the ’80’s. The guys in Rush are fans of bands, too, and they know the desire to buy anything with the band’s name on it.

So, what to do? Re-release three concerts their fans already have? Hm…

This is what they did.

They released all three concerts in a single boxed set… for about twenty bucks.

“Our fans already have these,” the band announced. “It would be wrong to make them buy the concerts twice.”

That’s why I love that band. And Limbaugh is a big, fat idiot.

Tom Waits
“I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.”

Dot King was whittled from the bone of Cain
with a little drop of poison in the red, red blood
She need a way to turn around the bend
She said I want to walk away and start over again.
There are things I done I can’t embrace
I want to look in the mirror, see another face
I said “never” but I’m doing it again
I want to walk away, start over again.

No more rain
No more roses
On my way, slake my thirst in a cool, cool pond.

There’s a winner in every place
There’s a heart that’s beating in every page
The beginning of it starts at the end
When it’s time to walk away and start over again.
Weather is murder at a hundred and three
William Ray shot Corabell Lee
A yellow dog knows when he has sinned
You want to walk away and start over again.

No more rain
No more roses
On my way, shaking my thirst in a cool cool pond.

Cooper told Maui the whole block is gone
They’re dying for jewelry, money, and clothes
I always get out of the trouble I’m in
I want to walk away, start over again.
I left my bible by the side of the road
Carve my initials in an old dead tree
I’m going away but I’m going to be back when
It’s time to walk away and start over again.

Valhalla
My last name, “Wick,” comes from the Viking word “vik,” which means “water.” The “vik-ken” are “the people of the water.”

When I was young, I believed with all my heart that my father was a Norse God. He stands 6’6″, blonde hair, bright blue eyes. When I read Twilight of the Gods in 5th Grade, I became infatuated with the idea of a Heaven that was not open to just anybody, but to those with courage enough to fight and die for what they believed in. The little black and white wood carving of the valkyrie, cradling the slain hero in her arms, lifting him off the battlefield, brought out my first trembling moments of adolescence.

I’m attending a Vampire LARP this weekend: Saturday night.

Two reasons.

First, to scratch my LARP itch.
Second, to get players for the forthcoming Houses LARP playtest.

I want a Crew. Who’s with me?

The question is not, “What the fuck is wrong with these people?!?!?”

The question is, “Why do I belong to an organization that gives these people any sort of authority and rewards them for their reprehensible behavior?” 

Written by Mr. Chapin after he read a scathing review of a singer in a small local paper while he was on tour.
A song about a singer.
A song about the self-importance of critics.
A song about doing something because you love it.

Mr. Tanner.

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