Last night I watched Daredevil and Bulletproof Monk. I had forgotten any of the hype I’d heard about Daredevil, I wasn’t expecting great things though. It was typical comic-book-hero stuff. But, I enjoyed it, I guess. I must get the soundtrack! It was darker than the usual comic turned movie fare, unless you count Blade. It was more of a psychological darkness though. The requisite hero loses a significant parental figure at a young age, uses his “power” to seek revenge, ends up fighting crime. It was sad though, he lost the only people he ever loved to the same murdering crime boss, to whom it’s all just “business.” The lead girl, loses mom, barely touched on, ends up losing dad as well, goes on a revenge spree, gets her ass handed to her. She was good, but just not quite good enough. During her little revenge spree practice session, where she is working with the sai and the sand bags...it was a bit depressing, listening to the song playing, and thinking of how she had to have been walking in darkness, but in denial. She was so bent on getting even, but she hid the pain. I think I would have liked this movie more if it was more developed. As it was supposed to be another “action-superhero” flick, the soft stuff wasn’t as prevalent. I am going to have to pick up the actual comic books now.

Bulletproof Monk, not a whole lot to say about this, except it wasn’t as silly as I thought it would be. I was expecting more of a slapstick silly comedy. Chow Yun Fat cracked me up though. And I can’t help but wonder what style he has trained in. I don’t know much about the guy.

I may watch Identity tonight. Will decide when I actually get home.

I started reading Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without reading Phillip K. Dick. It’s amazing what you see when you have someone to lead you, rather than scrambling in the dark.

I think my cat was mad at me for going out of town for a night. He would have nothing to do with me last night; usually he is meowing at me, stomping on me or sleeping nearby. This morning however, he was back to his usual clingy self, maybe he has forgiven me.

Robert Palmer has died. He is one of the pop icons of the 80’s. Although I never agreed with his tendency to put chicks on display in his videos, it’s still like a piece of my childhood – teenhood at that point - has broken off and faded away. I remember one time, years ago, one of Palmer’s songs was playing on three different radio stations at the same time. I forget which song now. I was flipping stations because the song was not something I liked.

Well, it's been a busy, crazy month. I have a website project to do soon. I'll be building a site for a couple of folks, for their tv show. I'm kind of excited about it, even though I won't be doing the whole thing from scratch (creating logos and graphics-well maybe, maybe not), anything is good right now.

Still reading In the Garden of Iden, good stuff. Haven't written much lately, but it's in the back of my mind.

Finally...I'm starting to read more of the good stuff. No more Jordan!!! NO NO NO!! No! I picked up In the Garden of Iden, by Kage Baker. I am only 7 chapters in, but I am loving it. A newly converted fan. WOO! I just picked it up yesterday, and it keeps calling me to read, but I've had so much work to do today. Soon, I can relax and read a bit. I also have Empress of Mars here from the mag. It is time, to start down the line of the good books I've read about at dead cities - mainly.

With all the house work I've done today, I actually had a few minutes to mush around my outline a bit more, and stick in some notes I had written.

While at the library yesterday, was my first time there in the new building. I was amazed that they had about 5 copies of Traitor, but none of Heroes Die, Blade of Tyshalle or Shatterpoint. But, hey, it's a public library, I guess I can't expect a whole lot. Almost makes me want to donate my copies and go buy new ones for myself. Mayhap, someday, I will. Muahaha! They had some of the older Graham Joyce books, not Requiem though. I'll probably be spending more time there now.

YES! Satchel is...

Canadian...

What will Bucky say? We have but to wait until tomorrow's strip...

Satchel?

Is he....

Canadian?

It be the Ides of September! Aaagggghhhhh!!! Well, it IS Monday. Absolutely nothing exciting happened today. I stayed awake during the staff meeting. :p

I went to the writer's shindig yesterday, courtesy of Bob's organizing skillz. It was cool. I felt kind of weird about meeting strangers from the internet but I had fun. I wanted to hit Powell's while in town, but figured I better not. Save the dollars and spare time to get lost. I don't drive in Portland much, if I can help it. Didn't get lost though.

I have a long way to go before I can call myself a writer.

I rehashed my outline, it needs more work, a lot more work. Aside from the fact I only had 3 pages worth, most of it was just background material and isn't necessary to further the whole. It feels cleaner. I need to fatten the meat of the story, the main conflicts, the why's and the how's, and the who's. The big parts.

When cat is around, always look down. Or you may trip over him and wang your head on the fridge.

Quotes, precious:

Keep your head down
Inch toward daylight
Never Surrender

When life hands you a lemon, squirt someone in the eye and run like hell.

No matter how many times I see it, Gladiator still makes me cry at the end.

Hot damn I'm brain dead now. It's only 12:30 ish a.m.. I typed up more ideas I had scribbled in a couple of notebooks. If not really productive, at least I'm attempting to get some of this crap worked on. Another inch toward the ever present daylight...

my cat's still staring at me....

There's just something about staying up late on a Saturday night, high on caffeine from too many diet cokes too late, editing and mushing other story bits around. I kind of want to crawl into bed, but I know I won't sleep. I dug up an old story I had written, geez, at least 10 years ago. Retyping it, I realized that it was really just plain awful. I think the stuff I wrote in high school was much better (and that was 13 years ago). It's amazing to think of what I've learned about writing over the past few years, and realized that most of my old stuff sucked donuts. I hope this means I'm getting better. Now if I can just get the stuff out of my brain and onto paper. I really miss writing longhand. There was nothing more real about writing than sitting down and grabbing the nearest paper and writing down the flow of thoughts. I type most of it now, and it seems detached, in a way. I can get it out a lot faster this way, but it seems so sterile. But at least it's legible :p

My cat seems to think I should just stop this crazy stuff I'm doing here and play with him.

I need some fresh ideas.

Lessee, the world is still turning. I actually got a writing thing to do for work. I have to write a synopsis for a TV show. I've never done anything like that before, mainly, it's been essays, fiction, criticism, poetry. Will be a neat little thing to do. Something new.

It's too damn hot to exist. Oye! What happened to Oregon's nice weather? It's been so unnaturally hot this summer. I hates it!