And Yet More Good News!!!

Went down to the DMV today and passed the written test!!!  It took three tries, but I got it.

Then I went to the library and looked up books about cold calling and sales.  I sat there for awhile, thinking about what it will be like to start work tomorrow. 

Something occurred to me while I was sitting there.  My new job is as an appointment setter.  What do things like cold calling, sales, advertising, and marketing all have in common?  And what skill do they most use, while at the same time honing that same skill?

Writing, that's what!  There are so many different directions I can go with this.  Using words to persuade and capture hearts and minds.  As I sat there today, my head was swimming with possibilities.

Also, forgot to mention that this is a company that serves the LGBT community.  Is that cool, or what?  This job is gonna rule! 

Jupiter is certainly giving me lots of Xmas gifts this year!  How's that for Law of Attraction?

A Good News Day...

Today was a very good day.  I got a brand new job today.  The one I had didn’t suck, it was just becoming obvious to me that it was the wrong job for me, it didn’t fit.  I’m very grateful I was able to get it, but there are certain times when one needs to move on.

And today I saw the ad in Craigslist, a shiny, new ad that had just been posted, and said to myself, “Why not?  The worst that can happen is I don’t get it, but if I want to advance my career, I’ve got to do something now, and why not this?  It could just as easily be me as anyone else.”

I think what helped me was the fact that I *did* strike while the iron was hot, thereby securing the fact that I’d be one of the first they interviewed.  I’ve heard that’s one of the best job hunting tips:  always try to be the first one they talk to.

And this job is so great:  it’s entry level, yet it’s doing something very important.  I can learn a skill that I’ll have--this is a sales type of job, I’ve never done this type of thing before, but I feel like I’m up for the challenge.  Even if this eventually doesn’t work out, it is *still* an excellent experience to have.

I feel very “new chapter in my life” right now.  There are so many positive things about this job, and how it will help me in all kinds of areas of my life, and the other good things that are going on...There is something very “fresh and un-stale” about my life right now.

I don't have a shorthand.

Ernie Souchak, the columnist played by John Belushi in Continental Divide, invented his own.  There's something very cool about that to me.  Something that said he was a real writer.

I have no idea why, but that movie didn't have the critical acclaim that his earlier movies did.  I happen to like that movie a lot.

It's the story of a Chicago journalist who goes up against the Mob and corrupt politicians, has to go into hiding where he falls in love with Blair Brown, who I believe was cast due to her similarity to a young Katherine Hepburn.  There is romantic tension, and Belushi has to get back to Chicago, where he once again takes on corruption.

I like that he's a guy who is on the ropes, and rallies his way back.  And that he was a writer doing this.

It seems like during the eighties there were a whole lot of movies that revolved around writers and their problems.  Probably because they were being written by screenwriters.  The kind of screenwriters, it seems to me, that would be the type of guys who would have lunch with Robert Evans and those type of guys.

I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to have lunch with Robert Evans, but I sure wouldn't mind being a real writer, like Ernie Souchak.

The Decemberists Writing Challenge

So, I saw Mur Lafferty's podcast about the end of NaNoWriMo:  http://murverse.com/nanowrimo-podcast-day-30-the-end/

She didn't make the required number of words, but she (rightfully) didn't feel like a giant loser, either.  This got me thinking how I had blown off the 100 Day Writer Challenge on Twitter, and maybe I could STILL do some thing writerly for the end of the year, that I didn't have to spend the remaining days of 2013 in writing challenge Palookaville.

In a "pouring it on in the last moments" kind of way, I've devised my own kind of writing challenge, one for "wannabe" writers like me, who look at the people doing NaNoWriMo, and think, "Man, I wish I could do that!  Wish I had the time/skill/discipline/whatever that it takes."

I am one of those "scramble at the last moments" kind of people-- something always seems to get in the way.  But in the spirit of not feeling like a loser about it, this time, here is the challenge:  if, like me, you're a wannabe NaNoWriMo-er, but you feel it's too intimidating, how could you write that many words in a month, excuse dejour, etc, you can write in the last month of the year. 

And you get to set your own goal.  It could be so many words a day, it could be so many pages by the the end of the month--you are the one who knows how much time you have and how much writing you have in you.  But your comitment will be to writing something, it doesn't matter how little, every day of the month of December.

And I knew that The Decemberists have a song with lyrics that go, "I am a writer, writer of fictions/ I am the heart that you call home/And I've written pages upon pages/Trying to rid you from my bones."  So it seemed appropriate to name this The Decemberists Writing Challenge.  Hope they don't mind that I used their name.  Here's a video of the song:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4FErEVRlIU&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Anybody wanna join me?  This is designed to be a no-pressure kinda thing.

A Serendipitous Moment

So, here's a story of something kind of nice that happened to me today.

The day didn't start so well.  I got some sharp words of criticism from a family member.  Then I had a disagreement with some people on the internet, and I realized I had to completely remove myself from any further discussion with an entire group of people, because they just weren't worthy of the respect I had had for them. 

It's always more disappointing when these things happen between myself and folks who I thought were more intelligent and mature.  It wouldn't hurt as badly if it was a group of people I didn't care about.

It wasn't hugely devastating, but not the way I would have chosen to start my day.  So, when I started work that evening, I didn't feel so great.  So, when am I getting to the something nice, I'm sure you're wondering?

Well, I had been working for about 45 minutes, when I saw a familiar face come into the store.  A gal I had worked with about 15 years ago was shopping, and she remembered me.
In fact, she told me a story, something I had forgotten about.  She said, "I had a broken heart, and you gave me a little heart necklace and I still have it."  I don't think she knew what just that little sentence had meant right at that moment, how it lifted me out of the doldrums I was in.

There I was, stewing about how someone had called me a moron today on the internet--I mean, come on, it's the internet, how important is it?  And here comes along, this old friend, and reminds me of a small kind gesture I did and that they remembered it this whole time.  Some little thing I did made *them* feel better.

I pretty much had a smile on my face the rest of the night, and work went really well.

#100 Day Writer Challenge

Been getting pretty chummy with a lot of real writers on Twitter and other places lately.   And here is this one lady with a challenge:  Write every day for a hundred days, and  mark off every day on a sheet.  Here's the post regarding the challenge: 

http://blog.writingspirit.com/2013/09/2013-writing-challenge.html

Now, I'm not one of those published authors or ready to publish hopefuls she seems to be talking to, I'm just someone who used to do a lot of text-blogging and wants get back to doing it on a regular basis. 

At the risk of sounding whiney, I kind of have a lot of duties that take me away from blogging, a mom who, when there don't seem to be enough chores for me to do, comes up with the idea that it would be really cool for me to wash the walls.  And a job which, though I'm very happy to have it, can be very physically taxing.

I'm basically a much more stressed out Hermgirl than I was back in 2002 when I was firing up my LiveJournal nearly every day.  However, I refuse to believe that means that I have to put my blogging life out to pasture. 

Maybe I need to use it as a place to vent, or self therapize or whatever, but I know that someday I will have the time and space to myself to pursue my creative endeavors, and that I will publish one day.

I need to find a way to keep my hand in.  Keep my hand in writing, keep my hand in reviewing, keep my hand in grammar and editing, keep my hand in books, keep my hand in WORDS!  I won't give them up, I will fight.

So, here I am, making a commitment to blog every day for 100 days, the remainder of the year.  Can I do it, with all the irons that I have in the fire?

I think so, if I keep it "downsized", if you will.    So I'm thinking the commitment I will make will be this:  I pledge myself to blog 75 words a day, at least, and to make at least one tweet or Facebook post, or both, every day. 

The blog entries may not be here, I have a couple blogs for different purposes, there are some I don't want everyone to see, but by cracky, I'm doing this!

The Miracles of Archangel Gabriel, by Doreen Virtue

It's a little hard for me to think of the Archangel Gabriel without thinking of Christopher Walken's performance in the "Prophecy" series.  Or Tilda Swinton's in "Constantine"...

Hollywood's conception of the Angelic aside, This is a pretty good book.  I have to admit, I thought for a second that Doreen Virtue was "Going all Catholic" on me.  When I got further into the book, though, I realized that she had spent a long time getting acquainted with all the lore on angels, and that, as usual, she finds a way to remind us that no one religion has a corner on the market of being able to communicate with angels.

She first takes us through that lore, including the biblical, extra-biblical, Jewish, and Muslim stories about Gabriel.  Virtue then looks at things like the symbols of Archangel Gabriel, gender (if any), and then other are some chapters devoted to the functions of Gabriel.

This archangel presides over parenting, childbirth and childhood, writing and clear communication.  It was interesting to learn of Gabriel's assistance to artists and writers, speaking as someone that wants to do both of those things.

Gabriel is presented as the Strength of God (one assumes that one can interpret the idea of God, whether male or female, one or many, for oneself, being a pagan that believes in angels I have a slightly different take on God(dess) than most who would read this, I'm sure.)

At the end of the day, this book did prove useful in drawing me closer to the Archangel Gabriel, it helped me to see that even as a pagan I have just as much right as anyone to communicate with God's messengers.

I received this book for free from Hay House for the purpose of writing a review, however the thoughts and opinions here are my own, based on my reading of the book.

Meditation and Psychic Healing

I was at the New Living Expo last year, and got a reading from some folks at Psychic Horizons (students in their program--a good reading), and I saw them give a talk, and they were one of the better presentations I felt.

When I either get a new job or start making more money, I will be taking a class in this program. They seem like they take a really no-nonsense approach.

Anywho, I'm checking out their website, and they have some free introductory videos, and I'm watching them, and I notice that people in the class are talking about the feelings that they have in their bodies during the meditation.

I also noticed myself some pain-ish kind of feelings in my head during the meditation. Anyone who meditates knows that when you do it, you are often distracted by feelings in your body, and in a way, this is your body tuning in to itself.

Listening to the woman in this video, I'm realizing that's the beginnings of psychic healing (of your own self anyway, and once you get good at doing it for yourself, being able to help others probably soon follows) because if you can feel it, that is part of knowing how to access it to change it.

Environmental leadership with some teeth to it...

I remember when President Carter installed solar panels on the White House, and applauded the action as a forward-thinking strategy.

I also remember taking notice when one of the first things Ronald Reagan did when he got into office was take those panels down. I remember thinking it was a sign that we were in trouble.

in reference to: Al's Journal : Leading by example (view on Google Sidewiki)

Fight with your cubicle job! Take a blowtorch to money! Put your bills through a shredder! WTF???

Young Phallon's in the fertilizer again. I tried to post this as a reply on the Steve Pavlina message board. In response to this blog post. I registered to be on the message board, but it didn't seem to want my thread entry--I think some of those boards filter out posts that are less than glowing edorsements of a blogger's wisdom.

Um, I haven't read any of Steve's blog in a while, and this latest entry tells me why.

It just seems to me that when there are people out there struggling, (I know of people that sell plasma to make enough to cover the rent; I myself have a McJob, but it's not enough to actually *live* on) that it's a very *weird* idea to put out there that *cubicles* are actually something that people should have a problem with, that wanting to be able to pay rent is some kind of a problem.

For people like me, a cubicle job would actually be a great step up--it would be like having your own mini-office! Oftentimes, these cube jobs pay an amount that *actually approaches* enough money to live on, maybe not "well" , where you can afford to "follow your dreams", and only work when you want to, but being homeless or having no choice about where you live kinda sucks, so working at a slightly boring place for a while is not a bad trade off, in my estimation.

You can make up for these things with a good work/life balance, which you can generally find, because usually cube jobs have a regular, unchanging schedule, around which one can put regular fun and personally enriching stuff into their lives, because they can usually predict when they will need to be at work, etc.

Also, this kind of smacks of being a little prejudicial against clerical workers--apparently they have no inner vision, no drive to do something "better" with their lives.

Also, the fact that one person read this entry and got the idea to leave school because of it, kind of points up the inherent silliness of the idea that we must always be ecstatically happy about everything we do in life.

I don't mean any disrespect, but I just find it really hard to swallow that wanting to have security about how you will pay your bills (You can be sure that if you sent someone you owed money to a piece of paper with the words, "What is a bill? It’s a few pieces of paper at most." printed on it, they might take issue with you) translates into giving your power away.

I don't think this line of thinking makes me a complainer, either. I'm extremely happy that I have a roof over my head, even if it's not mine, I'm very happy that I don't have to sell plasma to pay for a tiny apartment. I have hopeful visions that someday I *will* be a little further along in my professional progress, even if it means working in a cubicle!

I just couldn't help thinking that this blog post was a little silly, and kind of a slap in the face towards people who are really struggling.

Open Letter to Yoko Ono on the 40th Anniversary of the Bed-In for Peace

Happy 40th anniversary of the Bed-In! Give Peace a Chance! I was thinking today how we're all connected, I saw something about people in Haiti forced to live on cookies made of dirt (!), and that gave me pause (I live where I can eat whatever I want, and I often do, reason to be GRATEFUL!)

Then I saw you say on Twitter how we're all drops of water in the same sea, and I thought, "Hey, I'm *connected* to those people!"

And then I started thinking about this guy, Bill Hicks (I think John would have really dug him, he had kind of a similar mind) when he was doing this bit called "It's Just a Ride", talking about how "we have a choice right now between fear and love", and that we could make the world a better place if we "Take all that money we spent on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding, clothing, and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and WE CAN EXPLORE SPACE, TOGETHER, BOTH INNER AND OUTER, forever ... in peace."

WAR IS OVER IF YOU WANT IT

Thank you for being a light in our world, and inspiring me to be one too! Love you, Yoko!

Your rainbow is intensely shaded violet, orange, and brown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is says about you: You are a deep thinking person. You appreciate a challenge. Others are amazed at how you don't give up. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

(Approaches the blogosphere, like Bill Hicks with a third eye squeegied clean, eyes burning with conviction and comedy, imaginary cigarette between fingers--it's good for gesturing and punctuation!)

Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize, Stephen Colbert was on Larry King this weekend, and I got up before noon this morning. I looked at myself in the mirror and said, "Hey, I'm a witch, damn it!"

You see, I decided something, folks. All of this depression and life circumstances stuff is gonna leave. I'm gonna use everything. All of my knowledge, my Silver Ravenwolf books, my Tarot cards, my pantheistic gods, my relationship to the angelic intelligences, is gonna be brought to bear on this problem.

I am gonna develop my own techniques, meditational formulas, etc. And I will win.

How much do we love me right now, guys?

Mood: awake
Music: "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor

I Need to Come Back to the Bosom of Blogging...

So let's see, just try to put the facts down...

September started with the death of my cat, who was about 18 years old. He was basically the last pet we will have in this house. Things are (very) slowly winding down here, my mom wants my dad to take his junk and move upstate--she's been talking to us about it for about six months, and I guess after he has his hip operation he will be going.

The backdrop all this is against seems to be my dad's failing health, a combination of all those years of not taking care of himself catching up and him just wanting attention. At one point he was wanting to go to the hospital in the middle of the night a lot--because of my vision I don't drive, but I went with him.

So he's pretty much had mobility problems the past year, I wait on him the best I can, fix him food and such. But I really can't stand being around him, and of course, he doesn't like being alone. He whines and wants me to watch tv with him, when I do it, he doesn't shut up. He's always been one of these people that has something to say about every minute detail that goes on around him, the way someone shuts a door, a look on someone's face when they're eating. It's abusive, and I hate it.

So the cat dies, and we bury it in the back yard. I am sad but he is beside himself--I can't fault him, but it sort of adds to the drama. During this period, late August into early September, our plumbing slowly grinds to a complete halt--I mean, every plumbing fixture in the house. And backs up.

About 48 hours after the cat, approximately 4 hours after Luciano Pavarotti passes, my Uncle Doug, (Dad's younger brother) passes. My uncle was the type who would appreciate the irony of being greeted on the Road to the Great Hereafter by the world's greatest tenor, and a yellow tabby cat, amongst others.

So naturally my dad is inconsolable. He had been to the hospital a while before this, now he goes the night before the funeral, over a restless leg situation. He thought he was gonna die over restless leg. And I feel sorry for him, but...

He almost doesn't want to go to the funeral, and who really wants to bury a younger sibling? But we go, and it is nice, and we see a lot of relatives and friends.

My other uncle and his wife are also both having serious health issues, as is Doug's wife, who I sit and have a really nice talk to, like we always used to do over the years. When she leaves the party, and has to be carried out by the able young men, as she's wheelchairbound, she says to me, "I 'm so glad that we had a chance to talk, I was wondering to myself if I'd ever get a chance to talk with my little niece in this life again." This was pretty much the only time I felt choked up over this whole period. I wouldn't have missed the chance, Barbara.

I see my mom there too--that night she will go to the hospital, from pneumonia. She is ok now. But at that time I have a general feeling of "WTF is next?"

A few mornings later, I hit upon a perfect magickal incantation--I take a few deep breaths, and I say, "There is nowhere to go, but up." This is much better than that Law of Attraction stuff, because it places responsibility on you as the goer.-- "I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go."--BOTL 2:7

That very day, we find just the right plumber to come out, who fixes everything, and I get a call for a job interview, the first of a few that I've been on lately.

So, things are ok, but I feel a little battle fatigued I guess. I am looking forward to a good Samhain.

Losing a Good Journal Entry

I was trying to post one of my "I don't blog often enough, so might as well make this a big 'en" , kind of entries, and I had to press a wrong button and lose everything!!! I don't know anymore, cuz folks, lemme tell ya, I've had a month, complete with deaths in the family, hospital trips (not for me, and the folks are all right, but, you know how it is.)

It was a beautiful entry. I'll try to recreate it later, but losing it was the cherry on the shit sundae that was my September.

Atheism: It's What's for Dinner!

Even though I'm a pagan who can't deny their connection to Spirit, or Deity, or whatever one might want to call it, I have an affinity for atheism. I guess I just like the whole freethinking idea, and the rational thought process that many atheists insist upon. I know that I really like the part about speaking out against the rabid evangelical right-wing's agenda to frame the United States as an all-one-way theocracy.

Imagine the pleasant surprise I had this evening while watching the news. ABC news deserves a lot of credit, they actually did two different stories on atheism, although not very long, the reporters both seemed to be hitting the devil's advocate button pretty hard against the atheists, but on the whole, commendable that they even gave the topic the amount of airtime they did.

Atheists Battle Against Religion

The Blasphemy Challenge

The second story deals with the Blasphemy Challenge, something I have seen on YouTube, which has a very thriving atheist community on it--in fact, you could probably say that if it hadn't been for YT's atheist contingent, there may not have been enough interest in the topic to warrent ABC doing the news stories.

A good example of a YouTuber atheist is Nick Gisburne, who was actually banned from the site, but his videos keep being uploaded by his fans. He's basically just an English bloke, thinking out loud about atheism issues.

I really don't know.

You see, "niceness" is kind of a nonentity. It is the quality of nothing, it's really a meaningless word, and hence is devalued by many.

I'm fresh off a, I wouldn't call it a fight, so much as the other person just really showing what an ass they were by being all smug and Libertarian and anti-Al Gore. Anyone that knows how much I loved the Clinton/Gore years knows that's a dealbreaker for me (this is meant to be a little humorous, but I do tend to get really worked up over politics.) (2024--It's quite humorous and more than a little cringe that I felt this way about "the Clinton/Gore years")

And of course, it was that person's blog, and he can blog in any way he feels like blogging, and if I don't like it I don't have to read it, and I was the one who asked to be on his f-list, etc. True enough, no real harm, no real foul, but just the same I removed myself from everything of his I'm on.

Then I went over to a completely unconnected person's Myspace blog and read this:

Niceness. You know what I'm talking about. It's the marzipan on your otherwise groovy and negative day. Tragically, there's no known cure for niceness, so all we can do is work with nice people, and pray to God they don't bring around a casserole when we're down.

I've tried being nice. It makes me feel like an asshole. My body produces more bile than I use, and you have to listen to your body- right, nice people?

Don't get me started on good people. Those fuckers will turn on you in a hearbeat. At least nice people will make an effort.

I guess I can work with nice people, but good people can fuck right off. Good people have all the answers- to them, life is simple. So let's work- albeit begrudgingly- with the nice people. Before the good people fuck-up this planet.

And I thought to myself: What the hell is the object behind being a smuggy smuggerson? What is this need for superiority? Certainly, one can get into trouble by being too Pollyanna-ish and nice, and I enjoy a good snark as much as the next guy, but one can really fall into a trap thinking one is all cool and way smarter than everybody else.

If it makes you a bully, there is always someone cooler and way smarter than you to take you down a peg. Always.

One of the things I enjoy doing is snarking at the snarkers. Some of my pagan friends might think this is funny, I caught one of the dot bunnyhunt people sniping nastily at someone who happened to mention in passing that they were a pagan--this was on a "completely unrelated-to-paganism-in-any-way" community, mind you, and they just opened up and fired a blast of vitriol at her--probably didn't know her from adam kadmon, but felt quite comfortable and unembarrassed about making a complete ass out of themselves.

I snuck over and looked at his LJ--of course, there was some noodley pontification about being a pagan elder and whether or not to be one, and what makes a good one. There are some people that are old enough to know better than to act so immaturely, but age does not always bring that level of common sense.

I don't necessarily want to pick fights with these bunnyhunt people either, but just as a point of information: they aren't just keeping to the pagan forums, they'll be harrassing anyone with a pentagram icon next...one thing can be deduced from this: they mean to have LJ all to themselves!

(This last should be spoken in the voice of the penultimate sentence in the Monty Python episode about the massive proliferation of giant blancmanges: "They mean to win Wimbledon!")

This is Hermgirl, suffering Nice Fatigue,
Over and Out

Thanks, I'll be here all week. Remember to tip the waitstaff...

You Should Be a Joke Writer

You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Welcome to the Brain-Drain

Or:  Worst Frickin' President EVER!

Which are the four words my dad and I use when we sit in the front room and watch the news together.

Seriously, I think they all need to go, his cronies, all of them...I know I have a tendency to get incoherently ranty when discussing the Bush administration.  This particular  pile of crap needs to be hurled at Alberto Gonzales, I think.

lupabitch

  alerted me to this particular news item, which deals with the psychological torture of people that wind up as inmates of our military prisons.  Apparently, they are pulling pages directly out of the MK-ULTRA playbook.

I've written a little bit about this topic before, but basically what MK-ULTRA was was a CIA program in the 1950's that utilized shock treatment and LSD to perform mind control experiments.  There are theories that Lee Harvey Oswald and Sirhan Sirhan were both products of this.

Having been under psychiatric outpatient care at one point in my life, this is the kind of thing I can see myself getting very paranoid about.

What is very scary to me is that our military seems to be intent on learning as much about the effects of psychological torture as it can (and make no mistake, all of these stories about Abu Ghraib and Gitmo aren't stuff that just happened without rhyme or reason, there's a method to this madness) , possibly in the efforts to create some kind of master race of killing machine soldiers.  The kind of techniques that are talked about in the Alternet article result in ego destruction, a complete separation of a person from their very motivations, from what makes them who they are.

As Lupa talked about elsewhere, there is a healthy way of working with one's ego, of removing what doesn't work (or allowing it to be removed), of moving the mental furniture around, so to speak.  Those of us who do meditation and study metaphysics know that this kind of work can be painful but necessary.

I can only wonder what will happen if the next president is another friend of the Bush Crime Family...

It is perhaps a miscarriage of blogging justice that I haven't talked about or linked to this guy.

And I say this partly because I want to talk a little bit about one of the things I was doing with myself those three months I was away from LJ.  I became addicted to YouTube. 

I started looking at it, to find really cool Genesis videos from the seventies (this one includes Peter Gabriel as King Canute--which sort of pings me in a strong way, don't know why.) 

But then I started finding the vloggers--people who do a blog on video.  I found a couple that I would say were the best on YouTube, very well done, nicely edited work by these folks, like film makers some were.

But this Sean Bedlam guy, he came on the scene with nothing but a cell phone camera, and his own awesomeness.  And his raw talent is bigger than all of YouTube.  I am not kidding when I say this guy is going to be a star of the first order someday, doing standup comedy--I sometimes like to try to predict what the next big thing is, and my Spidey senses are tingling on this.

An example of his genius.

Here's what he did when a couple of nimrods left nasty messages on his page.

When I fully grasped the level of this man's talent and genius, after picking myself up off the floor, I did what to my mind seemed the only logical thing to do, I sent him a message asking him to marry me (!--I know, but that's the way my mind operates.)

He, being of stout character and sound mind, sent a message back that said "Nooo...we can be friends."  I could practically see him, looking at me sideways out of the corner of his eye, with a kind of squinty, "What's her deal?" kind of look.

Anywho, he continued to rock YT, and then someone even stranger than me (but with the added punch of having a shitload of $$$ at their disposal) actually contacted him and somehow got him to believe they were a movie producer, and that they had a movie they wanted him to be in. 

To make things more amazingly weird, he took them up on their offer to fly him from his home in Australia, to their home in Fresno, California.  After a while, it became evident to him and his girlfriend that there was no movie, there was no script, and they were holed up in the pool cabana of a seriously insane bitch lady.

I told him he and his gf were very lucky that they didn't wind up floating face down in the pool, like William Holden did in Sunset Blvd.

In a bizarre way, I think the experience was actually very good for him.  He managed to get away from the weird lady, and then he saw the US up close, with our poor, homeless people (as an SF Bay Area native, the homeless situation doesn't even register with me any more--his reaction to seeing it up close made me embarrassed to be so desensitized), with our soccer moms with their suv's full of screaming brats, with our crazy bitches with money they made from foreclosures...

And he's smart enough to realize that he can use this as fodder for  his  future comedy.  He's an Aussie with a  lysergically  snarky  attitude, and a well developed  hatred for the USA.  This man is the Next Bill Hicks. 

I had to stop looking at his videos so much and reading his myspace blog, because I got all uncool and stalker-y with him.  I'm hoping the amount of people I send to look at his stuff might make up for that.

Anyway, there I was, in YouTubia, and I started thinking, "Why don't I get one of those cameras and make my own vids?"  Sadly, this was a dumb idea, I wound up taking five hours to edit a nine minute video that, because of the setting I recorded it on (and there are like, three different things with 25 different settings on them, and you have to get a combination of just the right three--it was hopeless!)  came out completely messed up.

So I decided I made a better blogger than a vlogger.  It pretty much ended when I saw someone else make a "farewell" video, explaining that he was leaving because he hadn't done anything, no work or anything, for three months because he had become addicted to YT.  I realized I was in danger of that myself.

One more thing about the Sean Bedlam guy.  That last video I linked to up there?  Which I think you should all go look at, even though it was anti-American, but in a cool way.  There was  an equally cool  "American  response " kind of video,  that  is  a perfect  compliment to the first one, and I think everyone should see both of them, seriously.  Don't make me come over there. 

There was a comment on the response video, where someone said,

"So you're the American, what are YOU doing?", and rather than get misinterpreted and start a fight on there I thought I'd answer the commentor here: 

"He's offering motivation and moral support to us other Americans who also think things are fucked up with our government and that the Office of the Presidency needs a major ream job to eject a stubborn Turd.

Not a lot we can do, besides get pissed, protest, vote, and air our opinions in an interesting and artistic way, as this guy has done. "

 

I had a couple more things to say, but I've waxed on long enough for one entry.