Thanksgiving has come and gone and black Friday is in full swing already. I have to be up in about 2 hours to work 8 hours at Macy's. I had to stop and think (can't sleep anyway) about what I have to be thankful about despite my hardships. So here we go in no particular order.
- I'm thankful I'm not dead. A month ago that could of been a different story.
- I'm thankful I have a roof over my head.
- I'm thankful I finally finished a novel. When it came to putting up or shutting up, I finally did the former.
- I'm thankful for decent health.
- I'm thankful for a family that puts up with me despite all my bullshit.
- I'm thankful for my friends Kenobi, Hendrix, and DarkSailorMoon. I need you guys more than you will ever know.
- I'm thankful for Delilah. In a world of darkness, she has been a light.
-I'm thankful that I'm still here. Not much more to say.
Happy shopping today, make sure to bring the flak jackets.
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Contentment
I remember that I was talking to Kenobi about a month or two ago, and he said something along the lines of, "If I die now give or take, I would be content."
My near death experience and recent feelings of blah made reexamine that statement.
He would be content.
The problem is I wouldn't.
Not.
Even.
Close.
I have been given a second chance. Thing is, it made me think about that, contentment and far away I am from it. I look to people around me and see plenty are content with what they have and happy for it. I'm not.
I both envy it and glad I don't have it right now.
The thing is I have something to strive towards, to be better. It can't rain all the time, and this bad misfortune small or large that has befallen me in my days on earth cannot stay. Greener days will come, and I will be content. The difference being of course, that I will have earned it, from appreciation of the struggle.
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
My near death experience and recent feelings of blah made reexamine that statement.
He would be content.
The problem is I wouldn't.
Not.
Even.
Close.
I have been given a second chance. Thing is, it made me think about that, contentment and far away I am from it. I look to people around me and see plenty are content with what they have and happy for it. I'm not.
I both envy it and glad I don't have it right now.
The thing is I have something to strive towards, to be better. It can't rain all the time, and this bad misfortune small or large that has befallen me in my days on earth cannot stay. Greener days will come, and I will be content. The difference being of course, that I will have earned it, from appreciation of the struggle.
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Journey through Hell: Night of the Living Dead (1968)
I jumped ahead in the disc order for Halloween weekend as my friends wanted to watch the granddaddy of all zombie flicks.Two siblings are going to a cemetery to put flowers on their mother's grave. Unknown to them, space radiation has caused corpses to become reanimated and attack new victims. When her brother is killed, a young woman runs for her life. She finds refuge in a house with other survivors who attempt to survive against...the living dead.
This movie really is as good as they say it to be. Though the zombies are slow, they are not to be taken lightly. Unlike their faster counterparts, they have more street smarts and think in primitive but intelligent ways.
The acting is halfway decent, especially by Duane Jones who plays the hero Ben.
The ending is stark and tragic and not a happy one. But the film is one to be seen.
Rating: Highly Recommended
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Faith and a new project
Reveal, reveal.
Project X was my first novel, "Faith." It took me 29 days but I did it. 162 pages and 53000 words later I had my first success if you will. A combination of late nights, dedication, Amp Lemonade, and techno music brought me there.
After my little near death experience, it got me thinking. Why not start another? If I did it once, I can do it again. The ole noggin' began to stir.
Came up with a title and a vague idea. Dark Gifts. That's what I'll call it.
November may be full once again. I'll keep ya'll posted.
Until Next Time, fly high and fly well.
Project X was my first novel, "Faith." It took me 29 days but I did it. 162 pages and 53000 words later I had my first success if you will. A combination of late nights, dedication, Amp Lemonade, and techno music brought me there.
After my little near death experience, it got me thinking. Why not start another? If I did it once, I can do it again. The ole noggin' began to stir.
Came up with a title and a vague idea. Dark Gifts. That's what I'll call it.
November may be full once again. I'll keep ya'll posted.
Until Next Time, fly high and fly well.
Today's the day
Monday, November 1st.
That could of been my last day.
I wrecked my car on my way home from Yorktown after a Halloween weekend with friend. One second of inattention sent my car into a grassy median. Attempts to brake failed. My car flipped once, twice, maybe three times. I'm not sure.
I was able to get out in one piece and without much trouble. My car was completely wrecked. My shit was strewn everywhere. In the end, I had nothing but a small laceration on my left pinkie finger. Somebody definitely loved me.
I got checked out by medics, the police came and saw the scence. By the time my dad came to get me I got a downgraded ticket, and a prepayable fine to deal with along with a dmv class.
I swore to myself after my first accident I would never wreck another car. But here I was. Though he was most likely mad, I knew my dad was just glad I wasn't dead. I could have been. When the whole deal started, I was going 65. More than enough.
It almost seems unreal. To escape something like that.
It wasn't all pick up and go. I have to deal now with the reprucussions. With putting my family through a heart attack.
Not that I didn't ponder after. I thought of some of the people in my life. I thought of Delilah* and how I almost lost her. I realized how much I still need her. I don't want to lose her.
The blood coarsing through the veins is on borrowed time always, but I just recieved a free man.
Time to go to work.
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
*Note*: to those who don't know who she is, looking to the beginning of the blog. You'll know then.
That could of been my last day.
I wrecked my car on my way home from Yorktown after a Halloween weekend with friend. One second of inattention sent my car into a grassy median. Attempts to brake failed. My car flipped once, twice, maybe three times. I'm not sure.
I was able to get out in one piece and without much trouble. My car was completely wrecked. My shit was strewn everywhere. In the end, I had nothing but a small laceration on my left pinkie finger. Somebody definitely loved me.
I got checked out by medics, the police came and saw the scence. By the time my dad came to get me I got a downgraded ticket, and a prepayable fine to deal with along with a dmv class.
I swore to myself after my first accident I would never wreck another car. But here I was. Though he was most likely mad, I knew my dad was just glad I wasn't dead. I could have been. When the whole deal started, I was going 65. More than enough.
It almost seems unreal. To escape something like that.
It wasn't all pick up and go. I have to deal now with the reprucussions. With putting my family through a heart attack.
Not that I didn't ponder after. I thought of some of the people in my life. I thought of Delilah* and how I almost lost her. I realized how much I still need her. I don't want to lose her.
The blood coarsing through the veins is on borrowed time always, but I just recieved a free man.
Time to go to work.
Until next time, fly high and fly well.
*Note*: to those who don't know who she is, looking to the beginning of the blog. You'll know then.
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