Sunday, December 5, 2010

A Poem To Remember

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
the Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I see no reason the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot...

Thursday, November 25, 2010


The world will end in gravy and all that will be left is our desire to save ourselves (some room for dessert). We no longer have the luxury of viewing the world through cranberry tinted goggles. Our oppressors will mash us under their boots like so many potatoes. Over the beans and through the red cabbage, forests of carrots and peas impede our every step, and then we reach the promised land...and it is not what we thought, oh no, we're too late. The turkinator has been awaiting this day of vengeance and his bloodthirst will be sated.

Plus football.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

My Writing Reference Post

Here's a post for me, and anyone else who wants to use it, filled with references, yay*:

TV Writing - This site has a bunch of scripts.

Writing Advice:
Nathan Bransford's Blog - The reason I started this post. Lot's of good writing advice.
The Bitter Script Reader - Good advice on how to make your script mo' better.
Cockeyed Caravan - This blog as all kinds of great stuff for story crafters. Includes the daunting but very cool Ultimate Story Checklist.
Writer Unboxed - Yet another fiction blog.
Terrible Minds - Chuck Wendig's blog. Usually some good writing advice or banter on the state of the industry here.

Self Publishing Advice:

Advice for Getting Traditionally Published:
9 Things Every Book Proposal Needs - Guess what this is.

Miscellaneous References:
Tom Pollock - Writing Around a Day Job - Good advice for keeping one's nose to the grindstone.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Checking out something new

A newsletter service called TinyLetter. I'm not sure how I feel about newsletters, but I figure, why not check into every means of getting the old voice-ski heard, eh?


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So I've gotten a bit of work done today. That's a good thing. I'm starting the job search in earnest tomorrow, honest. But for now, I want to build up a somewhat admirable body of work through which I can say, "Hey, person who pays for decent writing, wanna pay me for something like this?" And they say, "Why yes, that looks quite right for what we're trying to do here, which is make you filthy rich. Here's ten billion dollars, please teach the world everything you know." Of course I follow that up with, "Oh thank you voice in my head, you are quite nice and I'm glad I came up with you, now infect others with your message." Then they come and take me for my meds. I can't have the straps off today, they tell me.

Hm. I guess that's all. I'll be back when I need to wind up or down or just want to brag to the empty nether about all of the wondrous things in my life. Fuck.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Social Inter-reaction

I've been a bit nervous lately about the things I have online. To the point where I briefly thought about using a pen name on my future writing. What if potential employers see me cursing or doing something "unseemly." But to be honest, I've just about lost the will to censor myself. No one should have to, especially in their personal lives. So fuck it, yes, I curse. So do you, Mr. or Mrs. HR manager. I've heard people in your very position curse so many times my head spins just thinking about it. Does the fact that you don't do it when you are around someone you think is more important than you make it any better? Nope, and guess what, you can have this same conversation with them.

Everyone curses. Most people drink. Everyone does things that people say are not appropriate. So what are they really being punished for? Being honest about their lives? Refusing to let fear of retribution cow them into being fake, watered down? Fuck that. I'm not fake, I'm not watered down, hell I don't even think I do all that much that is inappropriate for public consumption, but when I do I don't want to have to worry about it being scrutinized. Am I going to curse out my boss? No. Am I going to say 'Fuck' a few times after my team lost a big game? Yes. These are social experiences we all have. I think we need to make them more public, they should be common knowledge and more importantly, it should be common sense that people operate like this. In fact, I know it's common knowledge, but we can't seem to agree that it's appropriate behavior, even though people from all walks of life do it. Politics, it's all politics.

Anyway, this rant was brought to you by daymaring about getting a new job. Dear potential employer, if you're reading this, I'm a great worker, but I don't like beating around the bush and I hate being scrutinized for things that have nothing to do with my work ethic or social/business intelligence. It would really suck if writing this led to me not being hired for some reason, but it would suck even more if the people that hired me were unable to tell the difference between my personal and business selves.

On the upside, when I start sending in applications, my hits on this site might finally start going up.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Zach Galifa...Galifa...Galifacking smokes pot on Bill Maher

I don't do it myself, but he sure does know how to make a point.

ETA: This video is no longer available, but it was Zach Galifanakis smoking a joint on the Bill Mahar show.  Still one of the more irreverent and less snide moments, I think.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Update: Jamieson Street

Here are a couple of pictures of my grandfather at the street naming. He was just accepting congratulations from President Obama. That's why he's on the phone.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Breaking News: Gawker Run by Bigger Dicks Than Originally Thought


Apparently Gawker is running an article showing a man who was stabbed and had his throat slit. The family has asked them to take the picture off of their site, but Gawker has refused.

Check out the article to see the actual picture. I will be boycotting Gawker for this shit, which I can only really describe as evil, a word I normally reserve for...well, truly evil shit. I suggest you do the same. This page may get a ton of views, but hopefully after that, Gawker dies an economically painful death and the fucker that runs it stops making money entirely.

Oh, if you want to email him to tell him he's a dick, you can get him at


Tuesday, October 26, 2010


There is a little note card on my computer desk. It is mostly buried under other crap but I can see the word 'TIMELINE' sticking out. I know that wasn't the original intent of the card, but it snaps me back to my own timeline. I had a dream about working back in my old job last night. I recently had a dream about aliens invading Earth and firing balls of lightening out of their ship while I was being scolded by a nun. I consider the dream about going back to my old job the scary one. I've still got so much I want to do before I go back to the grind. Like everything. But I guess the party has to end sometime.

Anyway, I've just finished my two stories for Life After Death for the coming month. The new ones will be posted starting Nov. 1. Hooray. Go, read 'em. Comment if you get the hankering.

I believe I have someone to draw my comic too, which is awesome. Though I don't want to jinx it, I'm really excited about it.

Now to get the TV show ball rolling.

Oh, and my grandfather is having a street named after him tonight. So I'll be at that little shindig.

That's about it. Talk towards you again soon.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Umm...I dunno, in honor of my new turntable.

As the dulcet tones from my newly hooked up turntable waft through the air, I can only imagine a distinct smell of some 70's home. Kids buzzing around the house, maybe a blueberry pie cooling on the window sill...I don't know...And there's the oldest daughter, maybe 16 or 17 spinning a new Creedance album and just chilling. She's waiting for a couple cats to swing by with the trees. Dad's gone for the weekend and mom never leaves the kitchen, so it's all good as long as they open the window.

She hears the door slam and her friends all saying, "Hi, Mrs. S," as they walk through the kitchen to the stairway. Speaking of which , she takes the Creedance off and throws on Led Zeppelin IV. She takes out the papers and as her friends walk in she cues Stairway. "Copasetic," Tommy says as he sits Indian style on the floor, "I love this song." Of course she knows that, she's always thought Tommy was cute. And he's single.

Sally and Jake come in behind and take their seats on the floor as well, Robert Plant wails on seemingly just for her. "With a word she can get/What she came for." Was it that easy? Sally tosses a baggy to her and she rolls up a nice spliff. She opens the window and lights the incense.

Worry about your boy problems later, she thinks to herself. She lets the piper lead her to reason.

It's just a spring clean for the May Queen.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Writer's block. It is a pain in the ass, if you'll excuse me for saying so. I guess the way to get over it is to just keep pushing on with whatever you're writing. But right now, I can't figure out what I want the conflict of my short story to entail, so that's kind of tough. Kinda shapes the thing, you know? So, I figured I'd get a few words in here, while I'm trying to figure it out.

What really bugs me is, how can I be short on ideas in a post apocalyptic city? I mean, there are literally thousands of things that people need to be doing, I just can't think of the one that's going to advance the overall plot in any measurable way. It is annoying. examination of writer's block perhaps? Warren Ellis said that it's when a writer can't write...and if you're not writing, well then you're not a writer, are you? I can't imagine that even he never goes through spells where the ideas just aren't flowing. Actually I know he does, because he posts things to the effect of, going to sit in the dark with a bottle of whiskey and let the idea juice slosh around in my brain for an afternoon. Which to me sounds like what I should be doing, but I really wanted to finish this LAD story within the next day or two and if I don't start now, I probably never will. So there's that.

Normally I'll just start working on another story, but my self imposed deadline for this one passed two days ago and if I can't stay on deadline with this stuff then how will I ever be a real writer in the really real world? Things to think about for me, I guess.

In other news, I'm going to need a job soon, unfortunately. Anyone looking to hire someone part time? Or looking for a writer for any reason? Or I dunno, something else that equals money in my pocket? Just thought I'd ask.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

NYCC 2010

Just got back from NYCC on Sunday. It was fun, but since I was wandering the floors mostly by myself it got a bit boring on Sunday. I went out with some kids from the Whitechapel boards on Saturday night (which was awesome) and actually had to ask one of them for a couch to crash on. Thank god for not sleeping on the cold ground outside of the con. I met Paul Duffield and Jacen Burrows and a bunch of people from Avatar including William Christiansen, everyone was very cool. Avatar booth was definitely the highlight of the con for me.

That's about it. Here are some pictures of my haul:

Thursday, September 30, 2010

What is the opposite of productive? Certainly not deductive... because I wasn't that today. I spent a long time not writing. That was bad. I will fix it tomorrow. Update on things to come.

LAD - Volume 5 comes out starting tomorrow. It's a doozy.

Comic - I started work on the script for Issue 2. It's coming along nicely, I think the story is gonna be tight when all is said and done. Lot of reworking to do still, but shmuh, it'll get done.

TV show - We're working on some character archetypes now. Also trying to get a few of the major events we're looking to happen kind of planned out. I think we start writing the pilot tomorrow.

These are things that I must continue to work on...

Also, I have to get back into the novel, I've been ignoring it for a couple of weeks now, not good.

Thanks for being my reminder board, you sweet little bloggy poo.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Ha, old Myspace blog post that I just found when I Googled my name, I like it:

Can't ever forget when there's something missing from your life no matter how hard you try. Go ahead try to convince yourself that it's not worth it. Try to convince yourself that you don't need it. That's what I do. It's still missing isn't it?

A million rounds on me tonight, to forget, right? Who wouldn't want to forget? But trust me, forgetting doesn't make it any easier, or maybe forgetting does, but pretending to forget sure doesn't. And nothing is ever really forgotten anyway is it? So there you go.

Ah what's the point. Try and fail, try and fail, try and fail. That's life, get used to it, right? Do you keep trying? Or give up? Or something in between?

When in Rome we do as the Romans, when in hell we take shots at the bar.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Stolen: Who I Am And Where I Am

So Warren Ellis does this genius thing, as much for himself as for the world at large, I'm guessing. He tracks his whereabouts on the webs and lets everyone know what he's up to and where he can be found. I think this is a good idea and one that I will commence to

I am Steven Ormosi. I write. And I do other stuff. But it's the writing that's important.

I have this blog, as you well know if you are reading it. I also have some old work I did, years ago, that is still floating around in nether-space, The Periodical Informant, which is an Onion-esque blog. On top of that, I am now working on my internet lit mag/short story compendium based on the survival of the human race after a zombie apocalypse, Life After Death. New volumes come out throughout the first week of the month and other odds and ends fill in the down time (shorter shorts and poetry).

I've had work posted at Weaponizer, which is a short story website run by the incredibly talented Bram Gieben. I wrote a short story called Tacks and McGee: The Life of the Party for a writing challenge on Emmy Jackson's website Looking for Strange. I was also recently included in the new edition of Make Something magazine (put together by the very patient Allen Wiggs) for my short piece 'A Maker's Manifesto: Borrowed Thoughts, Personal Ideas'.

Currently unavailable are several projects that I am working on. They include a novel (about a strange prophecy and it's unforseen complications), a pilot for a TV show (riffing on 80's/90's action movies), and a comic book (about learning to appreciate life instead of just slogging through it).

If you are at all interested in talking with me, I can be emailed at I'm also on Facebook and the Twitterz.

Too much to do, too little time

Busy weekend. Two football games, and a concert tonight. Also, I'd like to get some writing done as yesterday was mostly wasted on Minecraft (it is slowly making me its bitch). I did complete my two stories for Vol. 5, three poems and a short story for LAD recently so you know I've been doing some work at least. Next up, I want to start doing more work on the novel and I have to start issue 2 of the comic. Oh, not to mention that Sam is coming over tomorrow to work on our pilot.

Holy crap, having this much to do is great. Now if only I could get someone to pay me for it...Oh yeah, I just sent an application for a video game writing job. Not really expecting anything, but that would be sweet.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


Actual thought process while playing Minecraft:

Hrm, this game kind of looks like crap, I don't know what those Penny Arcade dudes are all excited about with this...oh, I hold down the mouse button to break these stupid blocks. Well, let me just wander around for a bit just to see what's so amazing ab...HOLY FUCK! WHAT THE HELL JUST BLEW UP IN MY FACE?!...I'm going to respawn just to try to figure out what that was. In the meantime let me smash up this tree. I hear good things about collecting wood. Oh, I can turn it into a pile of logs. Oh, I can turn the logs into....WHAT THE FUCK! SOME GUY JUST SHOT ARROWS AT ME WHILE I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO TURN SHIT INTO! Ok, I'm going to respawn one more time because I want to know more about this wood situation. Let me look this stuff up on a Wiki first though...Whoa, I can turn so much crap into so much other crap...And I can SMELT SHIT!? Ok, let me dig a hole out here in the wilderness and just mess around. GAHHH. I WAS EATEN BY A SPIDER WHILE DIGGING. Ok, let me make this closer to my spawn point.

3 Hours later:

I wonder how deep into the ground I can dig.

6 Hours later:

Pretty deep.

3 Days, and a beard later:

Hrm. My cave is just about perfect, with three exits, explosives set up to auto detonate upon intrusion and surrounded by secret underground tunnels that I've dug. And I've captured a spider and two zombies for my menagerie out back. I guess I can eat a sandwich now. What's it been 15 minutes?

Monday, September 20, 2010

Thursday, September 9, 2010


I figured I'd try to answer a somewhat important, yet pretty vague question for my own edification. And I figured that since no one reads this blog (except Ben; yay!) I'd do it on here, because I'll always be able to come back and look at the idiocy that I've wrought and laugh. Hilarious, it will be.

"Where does my inspiration come from?" I ask.

Well, I guess it's a combination of several things, now that I think about it. Here they are:

1) My parents were always telling me to do what I want to do. That seems dumb and cheesy, like some ABC family moral time special for dweebers and nerd rinds, but that's a big one...In fact, my whole extended family kind of pushes me to try harder, just because being around them, I often feel dumb. It's something that they're not trying to do on purpose (I think), but they pull it off with relative ease.

2) I love entertainment media. Books, movies, video games, TV shows, online comics, you name it. These things kind of swirl into a nebulous idea pool and give me ideas like..."You know what would be awesome?" "What?" "Writing a series of stories about the apocalypse that interconnect but you just kind of make up how and why as you go and see where that takes you."

3) The world - It is so full of people that just surprise the shit out of you at every turn. Especially when alcohol is involved. I have so many damn awesome stories from going out with friends, and there are probably a million more that I'll never remember.

4) This might be a subsection of the world, but nature (and human nature). There are so many things that people have been trying their asses off to explain and just haven't found the answer yet. Well fuck it. Let's make those answers up! Am I right? Why are scientists pelting me with tomatoes?

5) I fake the shit out of it. This happens a lot more than I'd like, but it seems most writers feel the same way. I dunno. Inspiration is a fickle bitch with the raging thought Syph. Once you're infected it kinda drives you crazy...but you get your antibiotics and it calms down and you're like, wow, kinda glad I'm not crazy any more...but now I'm addicted to the burn. Yeah, I have no idea either...

6) Space aliens.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Front

Penny Arcade theme song by MC Frontalot. I'm sure this has been out forever, but I just found it, so back off.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Holy Crow! We've got Volume 4 of LAD out there! Be a pal, check it out. Um. Slowly getting stuff done on the novel. Haven't worked on the comic in a couple of weeks, but it'll be back to work on that soon enough.

So, I'm keeping pretty busy.

Aruba was delightful. I highly suggest it to those of you who haven't been there.

Blah blah blah. I'll be back at some point with something more interesting for you, I'm sure.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Post #100

Hey ya'll, I've stuck with this blog long enough to have 100 posts over the course of the last 3 or 4 years. Wow, what a meaningless statistic. Well let's see, what meaningful things have I done in that time period:

- I started a magazine. We have completed work for four issues,

- I completed the script for an issue of a comic, only 5 to go.

- I've got a start on a novel and a TV pilot.

- I've quit two jobs. Pizza Delivery Boy and Asset Disposal Inside Account Manager.

- I've gotten one job.

- I've been to two funerals.

- I've been to one wedding.

- I've been to LBI 4 times with my family. Twice without.

- I've been to Boston, New York, Williamsburg, Philadelphia, Asheville, Orange County, Palm Springs, La Quinta

- I'm about to go to Aruba.

- I've seen Dispatch, NIN, Jane's Addiction, Against Me!, Modest Mouse, almost REM.

And there are a lot more somewhat noteworthy things that I've done, I'm sure, but summing up my life is pretty depressing. I need to do something important. Something that resonates with other people and not just myself, I think. Here I come to save the day.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Anti-inspired (sad face)

Inspiration is a fickle bastard with a razor dick. I'm stuck on about 4 different writing projects I'm doing. Yay...Oh well, time to power through I guess. That's why I've come on here to post. I need to get something down just so I don't feel like a total failure. So, anyone got any work for a freelancer who can write? Requirements: I would like for my next job to not make me hate my life.

This is month three of freedom from corporate America and boy, am I still not bored. Sorry all you doubters. I'm pretty sure I could do this forever if it wouldn't cause me to die of starvation. I'm not the guy who wants to go make someone else rich all day. I have more than enough random crap rattling around in my head to amuse/befuddle me for the rest of time, or you least a while. What did you people used to do during summer vacations from school? Sit around all day and mope that you couldn't wait until September? Jesus.

Anyway, back to tinkering I go.

Friday, July 16, 2010


So, this site is kind of like the black or red part of roulette. According to 5 minutes of research, you have about a 50-50 shot of seeing a dude jerking off. I don't like them odds. I must've seen 6 guys whacking it in way too short a time span. Don't you people have fucking lives? I mean, I don't have a life and I'm still not jerking it for the world to see. Does anyone like watching that? Jesus Christ. I feel like technology is devolving us. People will be flinging shit at each other on Skype in no time.

Aaaand rant.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Idea for a Restaurant














Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Life After Death is out

I guess I should post on here as an exercise in keeping this blog updated from time to time that LIFE AFTER DEATH, our post zombocalypse take on society magazine is out and available for purchase on  Check it out: LIFE AFTER DEATH.

Also, if you're interested, you can learn more about what LAD is all about from the blog site:

Please, if you're good with art, go onto that site and take a look at the art contest going on right now and throw your hat in the ring, we're desperate for submissions.

Thanks for readin.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Ian's Blog

Hey ya'll?  Is do you spell ya'll?  That looks wrong....Fucking whatever.  What I'm really here for is to plug a blog of a buddy of mine.  He just got it up and running, I might be doing a little contributing down the line.

There it is, go every once in a while and take a look.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Extensive Excrement

Ya ever just feel exhausted, like you're about to go face down in the dirt?  Like if you have to think about one more thing you'll just snap somebody's neck?  Like the only thing you want to do is lay down for about 3 days and maybe somewhere throughout get a back rub or two?  Yeah, everyone feels that way.  Pretty much all the time.  I can't remember the last time I said to one of my friends, "Damn, I'm exhausted."  And they respond by saying, "Not me, I'm fucking tip-top.  Been doing nothing but relax for the last week."  Instead of that, I usually get, "Fuck you, I'm more tired than you are."  Which obviously sets off a nuh-uh, yuh-huh battle.  The person that wins is the one who gives up first, thereby proving that they are more tired.  But that's all probably more because I don't usually become great friends with those super chipper types.  They annoy me.  I'm kind of a jerk, huh?  Hmm....never thought of it that way.

Anyway, I'm pretty tired today.  Luckily all I've got to do after work is a) buy beer, b) drink beer, c) relax.  I can do that.  I might even sit outside and watch it snow for a while.  Or if I get really ambitious, take some pictures.  Fuckin' a.

Went through about 1500 fonts yesterday looking for something for the title of the magazine.  That was a hoot.  This whole project is awesome and it has been fun to do, but goddamn is it a lot more work/pulling teeth than I ever thought or really wanted.  That's ok though, it has been and hopefully will continue to be rewarding.  I just really have to get it fucking done.  It is much tougher when working with a team though.  And it gives you built in excuses for letting the due date slip for more than 2 fucking months.  That's the most frustrating thing.  It seems like it will never happen and if it took more than 5 months to get out the first issue how the fuck do I think I'll get a second one out in a month?  Questions and questions and questions. 

I gotta come up with some way to threaten with a deadline, for myself and everyone else working on this project.  As of now, if shit isn't done on time, oh well, what are you gonna do?  Can't run it without content, a cover, whatever.  I need to make certain portions replacable so I can enforce a hard deadline.  Right?  Am I being a dick here?  Ugh.  I probably shouldn't even be posting this stuff.  Will my co-conspirators take offence if they see it?  I hope not.  I don't mean to be offensive, I'm just frustrated with the slowness of the whole process and I don't see much hope for it continuing to be on time after the first issue comes out since it's taking so long just to get this one out.

I hope all this worrying about the future issues is in vain.  I hope I'm just whistling ...the opposite of...Dixie here.  I guess I'll find out.

Also, here are my first few <120charmovieideas (just so I can keep them all in one place):

- After a botched surgery, a patient is endowed with the power to jizz bullets. Watch out gay pornstar evildoers! #<120charmovieideas

- An alien disease is turning people into violent killers. Are radiation suits and shotguns enough to save the human race? #<120charmovieideas

- The Holy Trinity has become trapped inside the bodies of the Three Stooges. Only Cher and Lady Gaga can save them now. #<120charmovieideas

- A lovestruck teen learns sex from a hooker droid, the hooker droid learns to love. Postapocalyptic romcomdram/scifi-hor. #<120charmovieideas

- With an excess of human waste on Earth, a goup of disgraced astronauts need to deliver it into the center of the sun. #<120charmovieideas

- In order to save her new husband from eternal damnation, an ex-cop must battle Satan in Detroit. #<120charmovieideas

- A man and his son battle zombie hyenas in the middle of the desert. They've got battle axes and brass balls! #<120charmovieideas

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Things I've Done and Things I've Yet to Do

I finished the first draft of a Life After Death story last night.  It was nice, my cable went out two days ago and though I've been throwing a shitfit about it, it did give me some quiet time to sit down and write out about 2000 words.  It's a good story I think, now I need to decide whether it's going in issue 1 or issue 2, cuz it could be either.  I think issue 2 though.

I wrote another flash fiction piece the other day.  Not sure if I'm going to be submitting it to anyone or not, just don't know.

I need to come up with a title line/logo for LAD.


Something like that maybe?  I don't know.  More trial and error is required. 

I need to write another Short Story for the EmmyMau Short Story Challenge #3.

I need to make myself a new mix cd.  The one in the car is getting old.

I need to take a good picture of the Paper Science paper I just got and send it to those nice chaps that flew it all the way here from London for free.

And I need to come up with more <120charmovieideas because they are fun.


Monday, January 25, 2010

Police Being Used to Intimidate? Never.

Fucked up shit going on in the UK.  Reverend Stephen Sizer sending police to "have a chat" with a blogger who doesn't agree with him.  Cops need to cut this dumb shit out.  Also reverends...I guess...

Why, then, does Sizer, who with a doctorate is obviously an intelligent man, think it acceptable to threaten a critical blogger with legal action? For that is what the priest has done in the case of the Christian blogger known as “Seismic Shock”. I shall not repeat the details, but simply explain that Sizer made a complaint to the police about Seismic Shock, following which the boys in blue paid a visit to the blogger’s home in Horsforth, to have an “informal chat”, to use their words.

Libel is a matter for civil and not criminal law, and it is a gross misuse of police resources to have officers intervene as they have in the case of Seismic Shock. I would recommend to the blogger that he make formal complaints to the Chief Constables of West Yorkshire and Surrey, and also discuss the matter with Christopher Hill, the Bishop of Guildford.”
Hmm, I've got nothing much else to say today.  Got work to do, both paid and un-.  Talk back at you soon.

Friday, January 22, 2010


Well is going to publish one of my flash fiction stories.  It's a tour de force.  4 out of 5 dentists recommend it.  Our competitors can't match the raw power.

I dunno.  Look for it in the next couple of days.  It is called Self Titled.

I've been listening to a lot of music lately.  The song i have listened to the most is Dilaudid by The Mountain Goats...I can't fucking get enough of it, no matter how much I try.  Listen to it.  Their other stuff is very good too.

I give.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Some Days I Feel Like Poncho, Some Days, Lefty. It's a Poncho Day.

Found a cool notekeeping system, Evernote.  Been helping me organize some stuff, gonna start throwing all my dump links up there, easier to edit, keep track of, etc than the blog posts I've been using.

I should really use this blog for something.  I need a theme or you know, just something that I can write about a few times a week that isn't boring or research heavy.  Just need a way to keep up with the writing.

I'll leave you with these sage words from a great singer/songwriter Townes Van Zandt because they're in my ear right now and I feel like writing them down so I can come back and look at 'em.  That's kinda weird, huh?  Whatever.  What makes you so perfect?  Don't judge me.

A few grey federales say, they coulda had him any day.  They only let him go so wrong, outta kindness, I suppose.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Vent to Cool

I wish I did not have this job.  Every part of it bugs me, even the parts that shouldn't.  It's gotten to the point where I start to get pissed at people for talking around me while I'm trying to think.  Not like it's loud and obnoxious around here, it's just that life would be so much better if I didn't have to hear these inane and useless conversations.  I feel like they make me dumber.  I feel like everything about being here makes me dumber.

Customers/other employees/what have you.  It's not their fault, its just that my level of frustration with a mind numbingly boring job/life has manifested in anger at anything that doesn't meet a very high level of entertainment.  This level is not seen when I'm at work.

Life, it'll kill ya.

Stop bitching, you pussy.

Haiti Is Fucked Up - This reporter just seems shaken, like, "Shit I have to write something, but look at all this surrealness happening all over the place.",28804,1953379_1953494_1953521,00.html?xid=rss-topstories&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+time%2Ftopstories+%28TIME%3A+Top+Stories%29&utm_content=Google+Feedfetcher - Bill clinton's Time article. - Twitter hoax that airlines are flying Doctors and Nurses there for free...who does that? - BBC story about US sending a bunch of troops to help out. - Discovery article about sniffer dogs going to Haiti and helping with relief efforts.

This shit is insane, they're talking about 10s of thousands possibly dead, 100s of thousands injured and millions affected.  Sucks real hard.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

On This, The Day of Tom's Birth

;lkjfdsahomekeysasdfjkl; aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh asdfjkl;;lkjfdsa drunk, you?

Football games are bad today.

My buddy's's his tradition to drink 28 beers on his birthday...for some awful reason.  He's working on it right now.  He is more drunk than me.  Now I'm leaving.


EDIT:  The football game turned insanely good...also I got much more drunk before the end of the night.  Fun times.

Thursday, January 7, 2010


Very cool site of fiction and short fiction and non fiction and music and etc.  I just sent them a flash fic piece.  About 500 words, most of them good as far as I could tell.  We'll see I guess.  Cross your fingers that they publish it!

Oh yeah, the link: Weaponizer

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

This is Dump Zone


What stops you from writing?  -  Answer this honestly and figure out ways to fix.

You need to get that magazine done by February.  It'll come up fast.  Layout, layout, layout.  It's your life for the next 3 weeks.

Things to research (these are all pretty cool):
- Titan Rain
- Jean-Luc Godard and his relationship with Anna Karina
- Project Blue Beam
- Cocoanut Grove fire (1942)
- Iroquois Theater fire (1903)
- Maya Deren

Bands to look into:
- Codeine Velvet Club
- Emily Jane White
- Jamie T (?)

Books to look into (Scalzi's The Big Idea is awesome):
- The Magicians
- The Windup Girl
- Boneshaker