Tired

I don't think it's fair. Last night I dreamt I was being chased. I escaped from a house and ran through a backyard then through a schoolyard and was suddenly driving a car down city streets before turning into a deserted section of a shopping mall pushing a cart with someone (one of my brothers?) in it. We strolled into the active part of the mall, apparently safe from whomever was pursuing me. After all this 'exercise' I woke up tired, about as tired as I was when I went to sleep. The tired has hung with me all day. I don't think it's fair.

I got a haircut yesterday so you could also look at my head and think it's not hair.

Sometimes I miss the Lucha

By 'lucha' I don't so much mean 'lucha libre', translated from the Spanish as 'free fight', as I mean, well, 'fight'. On and off for about a year or so, some of my friends and I played at being wrestlers. The goal was not to hurt each other ala the 'backyard' wrestlers of that era but just to goof around, have fun and have it look like professional wrestling.

This is where the character of 'El Hombre de Silla' was born, slowly and painfully in performance. His name changed a bit here and there but not as much as the accent I thought he needed at first. I have NO clue what I was going for there. He slowly grew into That Guy, the cheerful good natured fellow that tried to fight fair and shook hands with his opponent. He was a nice guy, a hero. In fact, in the last event we performed, that's really all El Hombre gets to do. He has no grand storyline, no mountains to climb; he fights a 'jobber' (generic) wrestler, wins, shakes hands and waves a lot. He's probably smiling but you can't see his mouth throught the mask.

At the time, I developed the theory that El Hombre had three 'personas'; not so much personalities but ways of acting in public. The 'in-ring' El Hombre was the character as already discussed. The 'movie' El Hombre (which, despite my desires, has yet to be developed) is a strange non-super super-hero in the mold of El Santo. The 'real' El Hombre is the character that has appeared in a text story or two. He has no life to speak of, he's paranoid, he fights crime (cheerfully, like his ring character) and does nothing but fight. He knows nothing else. He also never takes his mask off. Never? Well, hardly ever.

I miss the performing aspect of 'being' El Hombre. I miss developing that version of the character. To be honest, I mostly miss hitting guys with a chest chop. It can be very carthartic.

Milwaukee: The Biggest Small Town There Is

So Friday I'm at work chit-chatting with the intern that's training me in my temporary new job. We'd already decided we have similiar interests (he reacted very positively to the Doctor Who ringtone on my cell phone) and I was heading down the path of comfortable stories and complaints that I tell new people that I'm becoming friendly with. I was heading into mid-nineties Best Buy (when CDs were $10 and it encouraged experimenting) and had noted that this was also the period where I knew 'half' the store. He checked which Best Buy I was referring to: Northridge. He also had some friends that worked there at the time.

This made my Spidey-sense tingle. As a test, I continued the story, using my long neglected pal Chuck's name. "Chuck who?" he questioned raising his eyebrow. When I told him, he laughed as it's the same Chuck he hangs out with twice a week.

Neat how things come together like that.

Labor Dabor Day

I feel it's important to know when you're being an idiot. One of the advantages to this is that it won't be a surprise if someone points it out to you. It also gives you a chance to have a 'reason' ready when someone does point it out to you and, chances are, someone will.

For the past week I've been an idiot. Why? Because I'm pig-headed.

I'm generally very easy going but, in certain circumstances, I'm very stubborn. This is particularly true when it comes to my job and my health. If I'm feeling a tad under the weather, I still go to work. I'll push myself through projects, sometimes working harder because the opportunity to work smarter has yet to present itself. I tend to get wrapped up in projects and forget to eat. I tend to kick my own butt a lot.

Last Monday I went to sleep feeling just fine. Tuesday I woke up with my left eye feeling a little sore, slightly irritated. This is not so abnormal for right away in the morning and I figured it would work itself out. Over the course of Tuesday, my eye's irritation level rose and fell like a roller coaster. I had my eye drops with me and flushed my eye out in the morning, hoping that would help. I did, for a few minutes anyway. Then it got worse again. In the afternoon, I hit myself with the eyedrops again and that took care of whatever was irritating my eye. Of course, by then, it had been a few hours and my left eye was highly annoyed. Not the best conditions under which to be learning new tasks at work.

Here's where the pig-headedness surfaces. The smart thing to do would be to go home, take out my contacts and rest my eyes until Wednesday. By the time I got home, my eye was relaxing. Instead of removing my contacts, I left them in. This was a problem as I couldn't ready do anything with my eyes for very long. I kept shutting off the lights in my room because it preventing me from looking at things. Watching, Reading and Looking are three of my favourite things so this made most of Tuesday a rather miserable day and night.

Wednesday, I felt a little better. My face looked like someone had punched me in the eye. With a wrench. Still too pig-headed to take out my contacts.

Thursday things continued to improve and I started to feel a little less stupid.

Friday my left contact kept blurring on me. I started to wonder if it had been scratched, in which case, I should have taken it out ages ago. My plan became to remove them Sunday night and replace them Monday morning, taking advantage of Labor Day.

Saturday it felt better. I started to see clearly again although my eye was still a little annoyed.

Sunday I had problems seeing in the morning and I couldn't wait to remove those contacts. By the afternoon, I was fine and was seeing better than I had in days. By the evening I was starting to question the need to remove them. I wasn't in any pain anymore and my eyes weren't irritated. Of course, that could be the beer talking. I ended up leaving them in.

They're still in now. My ability to focus fades occasionally but not for very long. Really, I should change them. I expect to be getting my eyes checked soon and I expect to have to remove them for that check-up. I'd really rather kill two birds with one stone.

Cause I'm an idiot.

Normal service will be restored. Thank you for your patience.

Be back soon

Having some (hopefully) minor vision issues. Be back soon when I can, well, see properly again. I'll explain later.

Or, to put it another way: MY VIS-ION IS IM-PAR-ED!!! MY VIS-ION IS IM-PAR-ED!!! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!

Or something.

Nothing like a project

The PC I normally use to access the internet is all full at the moment. By full, I mean low disk space. In addition to that, I need to reinstall XP on it and it's all clogged up with junk anyway. So I have another in a long line of at home projects working. I mostly finished one of my work projects just in time to get temporarily transfered to one of our other sites. It's been one of those fun little sudden busy times.

I got Simpsons Season Eight last week. I'm having fun remembering where a good chunk of my vocabulary comes from. The first Season of 'The Tick' and the third (and final) Season of 'Arrested Development' come out this week. In other words, I'll be swimming in TV DVDs for another couple days anyway. Mmm...

If I can't educate, I'm willing to entertain

So I'm at work today. Work Eric and I are having a bit of a chit-chat while we let the video conference we just got working sit for a minute. It had shown itself to be a little unstable and Work Eric's logic was that, if we went off and did other things, it would fail again and cause us trouble. However, if we stuck around for a while, it would be fine. His logic worked.

I was finishing up my lukewarm coffee when the urge to cough became sudden and strong. This wasn't a slight tickle at the back of my throat that I could resist until I swallowed, this was a sudden, urgent, unexpected need to cough. My attempt to reach my wastebasket failed. I coughed coffee all over my cubicle.

Work Eric did the most reasonable thing he could under the circumstances: he broke up laughing.

Once he wiped the tears from his eyes and I'd mocked myself a bit, he found me a bunch of napkins and helped me clean up. It must have been hilarious to see. I wish I'd have seen it.

I still smell like coffee.

Vworp Vworp

Over the past few years I've been filling the gaps in my Doctor Who Weekly/Monthly/Magazine collection. The big rush started after I bought about thirty of the Weekly and early Monthly mags for about a quarter apiece (this included the first issue, in a very nice condition with the original transfers included, such a deal!). After that wave subsided, I slowly filled in more of the gaps and now there are only a handful left for me to find. As a collector, gaps are bad.

A couple weeks ago I was suddenly drawn to the shelf where a good forty or fifty of these collected magazines sat. They hadn't been read yet and, therefore, couldn't be filed away with the others just yet. Afterall, what's the point in buying them if I'm not going to read them? It takes all the fun out of having a twenty-five year old magazine if you're not going to look at it at all.

So I started reading them. Few of these were consecutive as I was just filling gaps. The earliest of these issues still had Tom Baker as the Doctor (to put this in perspective for the unfamiliar, he left that job in 1981).

I rather expected to find these to be rather boring. Afterall, the news would be dated, I'd seen most of the comic strips before, the research would get better with time, what would there be to see?

It got very interesting. I time travelled.

Peter Davison became the Doctor and we loved him although he wasn't the same as Tom. Sometimes he was very good though. Colin Baker came along and we loved him and hated him and occasionally loved to hate him. The cancellation scare was suddenly upon us in the mid-80s and then was gone. The show was back with Sylvester McCoy and was rubbish and brilliant at the same time. Some argued that the show was being killed by the BBC, that ever since the scare that they'd wanted it gone. That couldn't be true though; this was Doctor Who! Didn't everyone know about it and love it in some way? Tradition, right? And the audience grew smaller and smaller.

And then in 1990, it was gone. There were promises that it was 'resting', just like the last time, in the 80's, but in the 80's there had been a definite restart date. There was no date this time. The show was 'resting' just as John Cleese's parrot had been.

And then my collection jumped ten years worth of issues. I time travelled into the future, despite still being in the past. Videos! DVDs! Audio Adventures! Books! Everything you could want out of Who!... except the return of the show. In early 2001 there was no reason to believe the show would ever return so we loved what we HAD or, if we didn't love what we had, we made what we loved. Fan videos and fan fiction magazines were peaking around this time. I was in there, muddling about a bit, writing things.

I'm just finishing up issue Doctor Who Magazine #299, cover dated 10-Jan-2001. That's over five years ago already. Five years. Two formerly missing episodes from the 60's were yet to come home. More DVDs. Better ways to restore the old episodes, to make them shiner, easier to watch. Might as well take the time and do it right. We had to watch something, right? It's not like that tv movie in 1996 did anything. Heck, it was five years ago already. Five years. If the BBC wanted Doctor Who back, they'd have done something about it by now, right?

I guess I'll find out in issue #336 (12-Nov-2003). It says something about a New Series on the front. Or I suppose, if I can't wait, I can set the TARDIS controls and just read it now...

One last day of Festing

- Three days at the Fest! A new personal record!

- 'Breakfast' for Eric and myself (Katy having had to leave town for work) was a Guinness cheesecake at the tea room. Brilliant! (and then I remember the adverts and leave my reaction in anyway)

- There was a lot of wandering around for us. As much as I love Irish Fest, by day three (it opened on Thursday so it was day four of the Fest) I was a bit tired. I did not seem to be the only one having that problem. As much as I liked some of the bands we visited, by Sunday, standing for a hour and a half set was no longer a viable option.

- I feel like I've been on the Crusher diet: beer, sausage, walking, more beer. I feel very fit from all the activity, despite the rich food I ate and all the beer I drank.

- The only music I know that involves more clapping than Irish music is the music of the planet Alflakaka which requires not only yourself clapping in order to hear the music properly but that of your clone and at least one version of yourself from an alternate dimension. For some reason it HAD to be an alternate dimension as opposed to an older or younger version of yourself from the same timeline. I've yet to get it to work. A weekend's of Irish music has left my hands quite sore from clapping.

- Ended the music appreciation with a performance by Richard Thompson. His name was familiar to me but I couldn't recall why. One man, one voice, one guitar, one brilliant show. Seriously, a great storyteller and I wasn't for a second disappointed that I'd been talked into sitting there for him, not even when Eric's mum spilled beer on me. It turned out that the beer was for me and that she hadn't really spilt all that much of it so no harm was done at all. Except, perhaps, for the damage to my liver but I'd been punishing that all weekend already.

- Shirt I wanted to get for my youngest brother Joe: Caution - Irish temper and German stubborness.

- 'When there's no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth' I wore my 'Dawn of the Dead' shirt on Sunday because, in my mind, zombies and Irish Fest go together like peanut butter and jelly, salt and pepper, Guinness and... more Guinness. You know, natural combinations.

- It feels weird to not have Irish Fest to go to today. At least I don't have to go back to work straight away like Eric did. Of course, he and his family are headed to Ireland on Thursday so my sympathy is somewhat reduced. Till next year!

More Fest

- Went and saw the Kinsella Irish Dancers to start off yesterday. This was the group that I'd been requested to see as both Eric's younger sisters are part of said group. All in all it was great. I've come to the conclusion that Irish dance is one part tap dancing and one part Ministry of Silly Walks which may well explain it's hypnotic affect upon me. The fancier outfits that some of the dancers wear are earned after winning a championship tournament. Some of these dresses shimmer and glow, brilliant works of art on silk, no two the same in the world. It was also neat to see young kids, kids that may not have seen the other side of the millennium, that can dance better than I ever will.

- Wandered over to the cultural area a lot yesterday as its an area I don't often frequent. I think in an effort to get more traffic they've put more beer over there. I peeked my head into a lecture regarding the potato famine and got hooked for 45 minutes. Interesting stuff. I'm learning!

- Saw Gaelic Storm again yesterday. Brilliant energetic band. Not too folky but not too rock and roll either. They're just a lot of fun to listen to and be part of the crowd. Saw a bit of Quagmyre again and continued to like them. They're more folk music played at a rock n' roll speed and then occasionally taking a breath at a slower pace. The Young Dubliners are a rock n' roll band playing some fiddle and such. Caught a glimpse of Enter the Haggis which was almost punk folk at times. I didn't know the bagpipes could be played at such a speed!

- Drank more beer. Plan to drink even more beer.

- Zombie alert levels were briefly increased from mauve to deep purple yesterday. The first siting turned out to be a bird and the second 'zombie' was a log after closer inspection. Still, I'm keeping a close eye on the lake...

Oh, and...

- Finished my work project up Friday afternoon just before heading to the Fest. I completed the bits I needed to do on Thursday and left the completion to the 'minions' (a term I've decided I prefer over 'interns'). They didn't let me down.

- Irish Fest Zombie outlook: all signs still point to 'safe'. Further monitoring of the situation is necessary.

A few words on the Fest

- It drizzled for the first hour or so I was at Irish Fest yesterday. In general, I didn't mind. I got a beer and walked around. Lather, rinse, repeat for that hour or so. Great start to the day! The only downside was that my original plan was to get a drink, a little something to eat and find a place off to the side a bit so I could do a little writing while feeding off the energy of the crowd. Perhaps I'll get a chance to do so today.

- Got the joy of hearing the closing announcements for another year in a row. I know they are all official and polite 'please assist our security by heading for the exits' type speech. In my head I hear a heavily accented voice going 'Would ye please leave already? We love ya but go and come back tomorrow whilst ye? We've gotta clean up after you lot now.'

- Got an Irish Fest hat that mimics the Guinness style. I've very happy about that and the Pogues CD I found: a best of collection as well as a live concert from 2001. Woo-hoo!

- The Fest reopens at noon which is, like, now. So I'll get there later this afternoon I suppose. KTNE won't be there until sevenish anyway. I've been asked to be present for the viewing of some dancing earlier than that so I suppose I'll be there sooner than later.

Nearly there

Irish Fest is this weekend and with it comes the end of my busy period. For the last month and a half (or so) I've been out of town three weekends and had all sorts of things to attend. Irish Fest is the last of that run. Luckily it brings together a number of things I love: relaxing, good music and beer. This should be fun as long as there are no zombies.

I took Friday off to be able to enjoy more of the Fest than I normally do this year. So what happens? I get a project at work that's due by the weekend. So I'll have to have it done by Thursday before I leave.

I can do that. For beer, oh I can really do that...

(ps. it's really good beer. and really good music. and really good... relaxing. You should go too.)

Deconstruction is more fun than Construction

Black ooze bled from the machine, dripping down onto the pock-marked pavement. The grease quickly mixed with the dust and disappeared from sight as the machine continued to drive a groove in the pavement. I held on to the jackhammer for dear life, not wanting it to perforate my person, merely the patio.

The cement patio at the rear of my parents' house has been cracked since they bought it. It only really started to look bad in the last couple years. This year my Dad decided it was time to do something about it. Friday he borrowed a jackhammer from a friend of ours. Yesterday we worked on tearing up the slab. We finally figured out how to utilize it properly about fifteen minutes before the owner of said jackhammer showed up to assist. He blitzed through it like butter. We had been much less effective but were still able to tear it up and start dragging it away. It was tiring work and I am quite sore from assisting.

We haven't started on the replacement slab yet. It was obvious as we destroyed the previous slab that it had not been generated properly. It was uneven, had air pockets and was attached to the house, all of which nearly guaranteed it would crack. Laying the replacement will be tricker work than removing the damaged one.

Criticism is the same way. It's easier to rip apart a movie or a book we don't care for than it is to create one of our own. This is not to say that people shouldn't have opinions on things, we should, or that we shouldn't be demanding of the quality of our entertainment, we should. Some people don't seem to love anything rather than deconstructing things, taking them apart to see only the flaws, and explaining why your opinion is dumb. Some of these people, somehow, even get paid to not enjoy things and then explain to us why we shouldn't enjoy them either.

Some people can do. Some people can't do but can teach others how to do. Those who can't do and can't teach, write manuals to explain how to do. The people that can't even do that criticize the way the manuals are written.

Do yourself a favour: find someone whose opinion you agree with on movies, tv shows etc. It might be a friend or a writer on a web site or a blogger, someone who shares their opinion out of the joy of doing so, not because they went to film school twenty years ago, flunked out and became a critic instead. You've got a better chance of getting a reasonable opinion on things that way.

So, why now?

I spend a lot of time in my own head, bouncing around and trying to figure myself out. I don’t consider this time wasted because I’ve decided that the better I understand my own motivations, the more likely I am to understand someone else’s motivations. So, the better I understand myself, the better I can understand other people. So, when I do something and I can’t understand why, it does confuse me. I am comfortable with my ‘gut reactions’ to events and they have saved me more than not. Still, as a writer, I try to have motivations for characters so it seems weird to not have clear motivations for myself.

So, why did I turn down a free lunch on Wednesday?

It was pizza for our group at work, a ‘celebration’ of a job well done. It wasn’t for a specific achievement but was more of a general ‘thanks for staying on track’ sort of thing. I slipped in, listened to the thank you speech and slipped back out of the room, choosing to walk a couple laps around the parking lot rather than stay. I spent most of the time walking trying to decide why I was walking rather than eating. Was it the lack of accomplishment in the hour before the luncheon? The individual from another site that showed up just for the free lunch? The mishandling of the lunch order that made it late? Nothing stuck out. When I was asked what happened, I could do nothing but be honest. I don’t know.

Thursday, while at lunch ironically enough, I may have figured it out. Off handedly I said something about my blood sugar must have been low and that felt right. I was getting annoyed leading up to the lunch and it was late, although not as late as I often have lunch, it was scheduled for a specific time. Expectation and activity would have affected me. Also, as I started my walk, I slammed down a candy bar. Perhaps that is what made me feel better more than the walk.

Now I have motivation. Hooray!

How to go from hero to villain in Fifteen Minutes

Monday was another day of vacation for me. I made my way to West Bend around noon-time in order to search out some toys that I'd seen at Wizard World but was unwilling to pay those prices for. I see no need to pay $30 for something when there's still a chance I can find it in a store for $8.

Anyway, upon departing the store, I took a chance and called Chad. After his confusion regarding my location had been dealt with, I asked if he had eaten yet. Chad was in Eric's office and could confirm that neither of them had eaten lunch as of yet. Should I stop my and have lunch? Yes indeed.

Fifteen minutes later I was at their place of work in Jackson and was made aware of the fact that I had saved them from a lunch provided by vending machines. I was their hero. Woo-hoo!

While we stood in Chad's office preparing to leave, Eric suddenly pressed his phone to my ear, indicating that I should say hello. I figured that it was most likely his wife Katy on the other end of the phone and I figured right. My voice confused her. "Is this Eric?" she questioned. "Not exactly," was my illuminating response. We talked for a few moments and she remained puzzled the entire time. Teasingly I responded to her query of "Where is Eric?" with "Lying on the floor in a pool of blood, I just grabbed his phone."

I figured she had recognized my voice and knew it was me on the phone and I figured wrong.

Katy freaked out a little and my confused response to her concern must have triggered something in her brain. "Is this Steve?" she checked. "Yeah. You didn't know that?" She sounded pained. "No." I did my best to sound soothing. "Would you like to talk to Eric now?" I received a "Yes please" in response. I handed the phone to Eric and off he went.

Once their conversation was complete, I filled him in on her not understanding it was me when I spoke of the violence. He laughed heartily. He also noted that he would apologize to her later. I frowned. "Don't you mean I should apologize to her later?" I checked. "No," he confirmed. "You did exactly what you were supposed to do."

Hero to villain in fifteen minutes: a heel turn that WCW would be proud of.

I'm a lazy sod

Ended up not returning to the con Sunday. My reasons, if you are so interested, are these: (1) it was pouring yesterday morning and I didn't want to potentially drive in the pouring rain for two hours (2) I knew I'd need to fill up on gas and suddenly decided I didn't want to do that (3) I didn't get home from Saturday's wedding fun until two Sunday morning.

Ah yes, the wedding.

My buddy TJ got married on Saturday. TJ was an intern at my workplace for about a year and while I wouldn't (shouldn't?) say we are the best of friends we get along very well for work buddies and have had a fine ol' time outside the workplace on a few occasions. I was quite honoured to be invited as he didn't invite many people from his old workplace, just myself and another buddy Mike. Mike was smart enough to bring another of our mutual friends, Callie (her blog link is to your right), along. I was not and was alone, well, alone apart from hanging out with them.

The wedding itself was interesting. The actual ceremony part, the part I generally enjoy and get misty-eyed during, was relatively brief. As it was a Catholic do, the entire ceremony ran about an hour and a quarter. It was interesting to observe but, not being Catholic, was a little creepy to be a part of it. If you are used to such things I'm sure it's much less creepy.

The reception was in downtown Milwaukee, in a ballroom at the college both TJ and his new bride Kathy had attended. We three collected at Callie's downtown apartment and took a cab over to the reception. This turned out to be an excellent decision as there was an open bar for about five hours at the reception. While you may pooh-pooh this next statement, it is my contention that I was never really sauced during this time period and therefore could have driven back and forth to the event. At the same time, I'm glad I didn't have to and that we could cab back to Callie's place to watch X-Games footage with her husband Cale for awhile before driving home. 'Ah ha!' says the observer. 'Not sauced indeed! You must have been because you danced and dancing is not something you do.' I did indeed dance. I can sorta slow dance and make it look okay if I have too do so. I did not slow dance at this wedding; I went out and got all silly to some hip-hop song. While I don't dance, I am generally willing to make a fool of myself for other people's entertainment. When I turned and saw the fascinated expression of joy on Mike and Callie's faces, I was pleased. That's all it took.

So anyway, a good time was had by all. I didn't sleep well and just didn't have the energy or motivation (despite knowing there was a Godzilla panel at the con Sunday, blast!) to return to Chicago on Sunday. Instead I sat around and wanted to take a nap but couldn't fall asleep. I'm mostly better now. I should go do stuff.

Comics! Godzilla! Stuff!

Went to the Comi-c..., er Wizard World Chicago yesterday as planned. All went well. I didn't have a big plan going into the day and all that did was make it easier to successfully enjoy myself. Even better, I didn't spend a lot of money while I was there. Since I'm still planning on going back Sunday, I suppose I still have time to screw that up.

Bought my copy of 'Brandon's Little Problem', the comic from Kevin and Kurt, yesterday. Kurt signed it in a manner that caused his wife to give him grief. I laughed. No, I won't repeat it. My work buddy Travis (who went with me) and Kurt had met before regarding a mini-con at MSOE (Milwaukee School of Engineering) so there's talk of the guys attending that as well.

I have read the book and enjoyed it. It's funny and I enjoyed the art. There's a great sense of comidic timing to the book which I've decided is a combination of the writing and the art. Thumbs up, recommended!

Went to a panel for the first time at this con. That was fun. It was interesting watching professional geeks deal with geeks in a civilized fashion.

Spike TV had a booth with TNA wrestlers doing signings. I hadn't expected that at all. The autographs were free, as opposed to most of the autographs that are offered at the con. That was extra nice.

Classic Media has a booth promoting the upcoming DVD release of Gojira/Godzilla King of the Monsters. I already watched the sampler DVD they handed out. I am well pleased. The two versions of the first Godzilla movie are very different. If you've only ever seen the King of Monsters version of this movie, the original is a treat. For what kaiju films came to be, this movie is strangely serious and unnerving. Try it, you'll like it.

Going to a wedding today. I should probably start getting cleaned up. These things take time.

Failure

Failure interests me. I learn from failure. Even better, I like learning from other peoples' failures. I like learning from other peoples' failures so that I can succeed. I'm not fond of failure; it just interests me.

This is part of the reason I watch 'bad' movies. Quite often the movies are failures but not total failures. Often there is some plot point, some storyline device, that I see used in a unique way and I catalog it for future reference. Sometimes I learn how not to do something from a storytelling perspective. Sometimes you run into a movie like 'Gore-Met, Zombie Chef from Hell' and you learn that anything can get released. Did anybody ever make any money from that 'film'? It's... rough.

This interest in failure is why I bothered to post yesterday. I felt reassured that the post wasn't going to work but I felt the need to try. If I failed, perhaps I could learn something from it. If nothing else, perhaps I'd learn to listen to the voice in my head that says 'That's dumb; don't post that.'

You never know if you don't try.

Experiment

The rain poured today. Thick and heavy, it scrubbed at the land. When it left, the heat remained. Humidity came to choke the land.

The weather sucks. It's my excuse for not being funny today.

I'm going to bed.