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What I’ve been up to

29 Apr
English: A screenshot from Abbott and Costello...

English: A screenshot from Abbott and Costello Meet the Invisible Man Italiano: Uno screenshot del film Gianni e Pinotto contro l’uomo invisibile (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Abbott (right) and Costello, 1942

Abbott (right) and Costello, 1942 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

So what I’ve been up to since tax season is over.

 

Well, I tried to get my car on the road, but turned out it needs a new exhaust and that will cost as much as the car itself cost to buy, so that’s not happening.

 

I’ve coordinated for Connor’s visit this summer.

 

Working on updating the TVCU blog.  Several updates have been done recently.  Currently working on the Abbott and Costello blog.

 

Of course, working on my first book, the Horror Crossover Universe, which I hope to have published by year’s end.

 

Been working on keeping my apartment clean, which for anyone who knows me, is aware that’s the task for me.

 

Been attending my meetings, trying to keep up serenity and trying to control my bi-polar tendencies.  Looking for sponsor to guide me through the steps, but so far, no such luck.  😦

 

 

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Return of Random Facebook posts Early 2013 Edition

26 Apr
American comedian and television show host Ste...

American comedian and television show host Stephen Colbert. Photographed June 3, 2006 at Knox College in Galesburg, Illinois. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Dean Martin Christmas Album

Dean Martin Christmas Album (Photo credit: BGSU University Libraries)

 

steve martin

steve martin (Photo credit: whittlz)

 

Timberlake performing at St. Paul, Minnesota, ...

Timberlake performing at St. Paul, Minnesota, one of the venues of his first worldwide tour, FutureSex/LoveShow (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Beverly Hills, 90210 logo

Beverly Hills, 90210 logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’m so fat, I can only buy belts my size if I special order them online.

 

Damn insomnia hits when I have to get up in the morning.

 

So I’m at the register purchasing paper plates, and the cashier asks if I’m doing so to avoid washing dishes. Exactly, my friend. Exactly.

 

“The Boston nightmare is over. Good news! The Yankees can go back to hating the Red Sox again!”–Stephen Colbert

 

I can’t believe I’m caught up on dishes and laundry.

 

Rather than our usual talks of Lego, super-heroes, and Doctor Who, tonight Connor and I discussed terrorists, North Korea, and oddly, the South Korean musician PSY.

 

I guess my posts about shows and films I like and dislike was to point out how much I hate being stereotyped. I’m a nerd, sure, but we aren’t all into the same things. I actually dislike Babylon 5. Never cared for Iron Man or Thor comics. I love camping and suck at computer programming (so I really hate being asked to fix people’s computers. I will only destroy your computer if I try.) I listen to Eminem, the Beatles, and Weird Al. I’ve seen every episode of Beverly Hills 90210 but I’m not into anime. I know almost everything about Superman, have a lot of knowledge about the paranormal, but I’m also passionate about equality and social justice. I was an American solider, an Infantryman. I’m a father. I don’t eat my vegetables, and I love the beach. I’m just me.

 

So I just realized how awkward living next door to my ex will be. Even though she chose to end our engagement, and she didn’t want to commit to strengthening our relationship, but instead wanted to step back to a point as if we had never started dating, and I’ve suffered with pain and heartache, she now completely ignores me when we pass on the street and I say hello. I mean, completely ignores in the childish “Let’s pretend there’s nobody there” kind of way. This is why I will never, ever enter into another relationship ever again. I’m too old and tired for the stupid relationship games, the fights, the heartache. Better to just accept solitude for the rest of my years.

 

Can I be considered a celebrity if I’m walking down the street and someone stops me to settle a batman argument because I’m “the expert”?

 

I know this will come off as a strange comparison, but I think Justin Timberlake is today’s Dean Martin. He’s a great musical performer (even if I’m not necessarily a fan of his genre of music), a great dramatic actor, a great comedic actor, and an overall great entertainer. I could see him hosting his own variety show like in the golden age of television, that combines comedy and music. He’s practically a cast member of SNL already, having appeared about half as many times as Steve Martin, which is impressive considering Timberlake has only been showing up on the show since 2000, as opposed to Martin whose been doing it since 1976.

 

I’m loving the new Griswold commercials mocking the multiple Rusty’s and Audrey’s. Going to be hard to place them in my Television Crossover Universe timeline, but I’ll find a way.

 

 

Everything I do….

28 Apr

I’m a writer in my heart, but I’ll never be a professional writer because I lack something that most artists have:  selfishness.  And yeah, that sounds like I’m trashing artists, but I’m absolutely not.  The point of that was that those who don’t follow their hearts usually do so for others.  I did, and still do.  I didn’t pursue my dreams because my parents didn’t want me to do something risky (and how did my life turn out?)  Then it was my ex-wife who held me back for the same reasons (and again…)  And now it’s because I’m trying to create a secure life for my fiance and my son.

I should be happy.  I have thousands reading my blog daily.  I am working on a book with another author, and we’ve got a deadline in place.  And a published author just asked if I would write the framing sequence for one of his upcoming anthology projects.  That’s not bad considering my writing is just a hobby.

If I could devote my full-time to my writing, who knows what I could do.  But I need to save for my son’s cross-country visits each year, and for an apartment for my fiancé and I, and a wedding, and paying off debts, and getting my car legal, ect, ect.

If I chose the life of an artist, I certainly could survive on my disability until the work started making me money, but that would be if I chose the solitary life.  But I choose not to turn my back on the people who care about me.  Even if sometimes it seems life might be just a little easier living in isolation.  (And I’ve lived that life before, so I’m not speaking in theories.)

But even though my heart tells me to write, I have to ignore my calling, as I’ve done since childhood, because I have other people who need me, and it’s never about what I want.  It will always be about making sure everyone else gets what they want.  But who knows.  Maybe when I’m in my 70s.

update

11 Feb

Sorry, I don’t get on here much to update lately.  Working three jobs totaling 74 hours a week.  But at least I’m able to pay my bills.  All my “spare” time gets devoted to sleeping.  Haven’t spent time with Jessica in forever.  But at least my finances are getting caught up, and I’m putting money aside for a) summer with Connor, b) moving in with Jess, and c) the wedding.

Me and My Sister

24 Dec
Saturday Night Live (season 36)

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My sister was born when I was 11 years old.  Suddenly I went from being an only child for over a decade to being a big brother with a big age gap.  I wasn’t really jealous of her like you would expect though.  In some ways, I was like a 3rd parent.  Being that I was a pre-teen, I had to babysit a lot, with no compensation.  It was just my family duty.  My summers and nights were usually occupied with babysitting duties.  But I didn’t complain.  Even when my step-father was home, I still had to take care of my sister because he just laid on the couch all night, watching tv, eating chips, and drinking warm Pepsi.  That’s right, he couldn’t even be bothered to pour himself a new cold glass of Pepsi, so he would just keep the 2 liter bottle next to the couch.  And he would put the empty chip bag under the couch cushions, like he was a little kid.  Heaven forbid if I had to do homework, but I never really did much of that anyways.

Now, technically, my sister is my half-sister, because we have different fathers, but I never considered her anything less than my little sister.  It didn’t matter to me if we had different fathers.  I remember when my sister was little, she found out I had two dads and she cried that she wanted two dads too, so I said I would share my other father with her.  My step-father didn’t find the humor in that.
Despite the gap in age, my sister and I had a good relationship.  We would stay up late and watch Saturday Night Live, or Evening at the Improv (which back then was the only stand-up comedy show, on A & E, long before Comedy Central.)  Or we would watch opera or ballet, which my sister loved back then.  I used to take my sister to the movies, and we would take our dog on “the nature trail”  which was just a little trail in the woods near Mahar.
Of course, we didn’t always get along.  She loved to bite me, and to hit me with things such as hammers.  She didn’t like me to watch tv at the same time she was watching tv.  She didn’t like sharing the back seat of the car, and she would kick me.  She would steal from my room, and lie about me and say I hit her if she was mad at me.  Of course, my step-father spoiled her, and no matter who was at fault, I would always get grounded.
Now I wasn’t always nice to her either.  I knew she was sensitive to noises, and I would do things like dangle my keys in her ear.  And we would fight over the front seat, but come on.  When I was a teenager, how could I let a little girl take the front while I sit in the back?
When my sister was 11, I joined the Army, and left for 10 years.  I would see her once a year, but she never really forgave me for leaving.  For a long time she resented me for leaving.  When I moved back to Massachusetts, she harbored a lot of hostility towards me.  But in the past few years we’d grown close again, and after our mom’s recent death, we had become as close as we were when we were children.
But recently we’ve drifted again.  I guess it’s because we have our own lives in separate cities. And that’s alright.  Even if we’re doing our own things, she’ll always be my little sister, and I’ll always be there for her when she needs me, no matter what kind of little sibling squabbles we might have.  I love my sister very much.