Live fast, die young, leave a good looking animated corpse.
My body is exhausted, yet my mind is a hyperactive juggernaut that refuses to slow down for even a second. This effect could likely be harnessed and put to much better use than many of my present endeavors. I do, however, need to attempt sleep at some point. Actual restful sleep. Temperature changes this time of year make this difficult.
As for my endeavors, lately I have been embarking on some tentative projects that, I believe, will focus my runaway brain. The movie I mentioned last blog around is one example. Some are much simpler, like planning my undead wounds for a costume party this Friday. Some will remain known only to me until the time is right...at which point my enemies will be crushed, driven before me, and the lamentations of their women will be heard for miles around. Actually, those will in all likelihood be rather anticlimactic, but that's no fun to describe. Only I know for sure.
All megalomaniacal ramblings aside however, things are going well other than my restlessness. Just need to convert a story to a script, as a crew is tentatively forming already. I have many stories I would love to convert to celluloid, and those that don't get written up as scripts will hopefully end up as short stories. I'm looking forward to doing some more writing, although I doubt I will write poetry again...I think my brain isn't wired for that anymore. Some musical projects (that do not involve me singing, for reasons you will read below) are advancing, which is also good.
However, there is a new rule. I am NOT allowed to touch the mic on Rock Band games. For any reason, no matter how much I beg or say 'just this one'. My singing voice is offensive and grating to the human ear. I may really want to sing Billy Idol, but I should not be allowed to. Someone tried to stop me after I gave them this rule (request?) last night, but I was too foolish to listen. Thank you for trying though...I do appreciate it. It seems I was deaf to the voice of reason, as others likely wish they had been to my voice.
I will leave you now, as I am sure you are reeling in shock at the fact that I blogged twice in one week. A sign of the end times, or just me providing you with junkfood for thought? You decide.
As for my endeavors, lately I have been embarking on some tentative projects that, I believe, will focus my runaway brain. The movie I mentioned last blog around is one example. Some are much simpler, like planning my undead wounds for a costume party this Friday. Some will remain known only to me until the time is right...at which point my enemies will be crushed, driven before me, and the lamentations of their women will be heard for miles around. Actually, those will in all likelihood be rather anticlimactic, but that's no fun to describe. Only I know for sure.
All megalomaniacal ramblings aside however, things are going well other than my restlessness. Just need to convert a story to a script, as a crew is tentatively forming already. I have many stories I would love to convert to celluloid, and those that don't get written up as scripts will hopefully end up as short stories. I'm looking forward to doing some more writing, although I doubt I will write poetry again...I think my brain isn't wired for that anymore. Some musical projects (that do not involve me singing, for reasons you will read below) are advancing, which is also good.
However, there is a new rule. I am NOT allowed to touch the mic on Rock Band games. For any reason, no matter how much I beg or say 'just this one'. My singing voice is offensive and grating to the human ear. I may really want to sing Billy Idol, but I should not be allowed to. Someone tried to stop me after I gave them this rule (request?) last night, but I was too foolish to listen. Thank you for trying though...I do appreciate it. It seems I was deaf to the voice of reason, as others likely wish they had been to my voice.
I will leave you now, as I am sure you are reeling in shock at the fact that I blogged twice in one week. A sign of the end times, or just me providing you with junkfood for thought? You decide.
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