Holy cow. Day 30 and I'm still here.
Never would have seen that coming.
See, I'm the type to make all these low-bar fantastical plans and then not go through with them.
Then I realized that this could be my livelihood and decided that I'm too old to do stuff like that. If I'm going to buy my way into a nice nursing home, I'd better be getting down to work.
I just need to get my words out there, get some notice. I also need to finish my four current book projects before starting the next three.
See, I have one book finished, but it's still not ready. It's Part One of a three book series. I want to have all three of them done before I send them off. And really, I want to have another done to send in first. It seems a little overblown for my first book to be part of a series...The second or third, sure, but you have to lay that groundwork, eh?
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Diary of a Scribe Day 29
I'm almost done with my first "33 for 33" series....The next one will start up immediately after this one has finished, only it's going to be posted in The Rehab Lounge Bar..."33 Cocktails...something something clever title here."
It's going to be a super easy blog to do. Thirty three alcoholic cocktails that I absolutely adore and can't live without. Recipes, pictures, and my reasons, my memories. While I'm posting those easy bits, I'll be working on something slightly more difficult...I may be sorry later on, but I am going to try it anyway.
So. While I'm working on these blogs, I am also going to work on some sort of presentation for the Kickstarter web site. That's a fantastic site where the creative sorts go to raise money for their art. For instance, there is a band is looking for money for a touring van.
My needs are not so simple.
I've always been poor my entire life. When I was young, my daddy gave me everything, and if I didn't get it I would pitch a fit and get it anyway. Not a great parenting strategy, considering where I am today. But I'm not here to blame my parents for stuff...Not right now, anyway.
My dad had always promised to buy me a computer. And I really needed one. No, really, I did. It was hard to get into the Media Center at school after hours or way before school started, and our public library just had books(and there's nothing wrong with that). All of those papers I could have made better with Verdana font, or something to do with Photoshop...Oh, the skill sets I could have had prior to college...
So I never had a computer. All of my computing, paper typing, chat rooming, emailing, was done at the college computer labs. Only one stayed open late and it was usually full, and none of the printers wanted to work...You can see how a home computer would have been a benefit.
My dad liked to make promises, but he never kept them. So after he died, I took my IRS refund and bought a computer. A computer that no longer exists, apparently, and is on its last legs, and is incredibly pissed off because I have dial up internet.
I need a new computer. Actually, I need a netbook. Not a PC, not even a laptop, but a netbook. Just something enough to blog, load pics onto said blog, work on my books anywhere I am. Nothing too special...Just the basic writer's software...whatever that is. And a printer. Lexmark is BUNK. A webcam for video blogging, a mic for podcasts, and a digital camera with accessories for all the pictures I've missed taking this past decade...And wireless internet. Enough for a year.
That's what I need. Well, an oil change, new tires, alignment, glasses that aren't 8 years old and a haircut and color I didn't do myself would be great, too, but the technology is really what I need. This IS the Technological Age, and if I'm going to rise above, then I absolutely need the equipment.
But I already ask enough of my friends....How can I ask for more?
It's going to be a super easy blog to do. Thirty three alcoholic cocktails that I absolutely adore and can't live without. Recipes, pictures, and my reasons, my memories. While I'm posting those easy bits, I'll be working on something slightly more difficult...I may be sorry later on, but I am going to try it anyway.
So. While I'm working on these blogs, I am also going to work on some sort of presentation for the Kickstarter web site. That's a fantastic site where the creative sorts go to raise money for their art. For instance, there is a band is looking for money for a touring van.
My needs are not so simple.
I've always been poor my entire life. When I was young, my daddy gave me everything, and if I didn't get it I would pitch a fit and get it anyway. Not a great parenting strategy, considering where I am today. But I'm not here to blame my parents for stuff...Not right now, anyway.
My dad had always promised to buy me a computer. And I really needed one. No, really, I did. It was hard to get into the Media Center at school after hours or way before school started, and our public library just had books(and there's nothing wrong with that). All of those papers I could have made better with Verdana font, or something to do with Photoshop...Oh, the skill sets I could have had prior to college...
So I never had a computer. All of my computing, paper typing, chat rooming, emailing, was done at the college computer labs. Only one stayed open late and it was usually full, and none of the printers wanted to work...You can see how a home computer would have been a benefit.
My dad liked to make promises, but he never kept them. So after he died, I took my IRS refund and bought a computer. A computer that no longer exists, apparently, and is on its last legs, and is incredibly pissed off because I have dial up internet.
I need a new computer. Actually, I need a netbook. Not a PC, not even a laptop, but a netbook. Just something enough to blog, load pics onto said blog, work on my books anywhere I am. Nothing too special...Just the basic writer's software...whatever that is. And a printer. Lexmark is BUNK. A webcam for video blogging, a mic for podcasts, and a digital camera with accessories for all the pictures I've missed taking this past decade...And wireless internet. Enough for a year.
That's what I need. Well, an oil change, new tires, alignment, glasses that aren't 8 years old and a haircut and color I didn't do myself would be great, too, but the technology is really what I need. This IS the Technological Age, and if I'm going to rise above, then I absolutely need the equipment.
But I already ask enough of my friends....How can I ask for more?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Diary of a Scribe Day 28
I totally forgot to blog last night.
Just forgot.
I had been working on some of the other sites all day, so I think I thought that I had already done it. It's very confusing. And it doesn't take much to confuse me.
But yeah, I've been busy.
In addition to the 4 Rehab Lounge blogs here on blogspot and my Myspace blog, I am now RomanticRealist12 on xanga, imustwrite12 on livejournal, and gossipybitches on WordPress. This blog, and all the Rehab Lounge blogs will be posted on Myspace, xanga and livejournal, with bits of difference, while the WordPress blog is going to be a celebrity blog ala Perez Hilton...ish. It's called "Gossipy Bitches," so that's what I'm planning on doing. Gossiping about stuff I pay attention to. My reviews of The Monster Ball and Inception have already been posted there.
So. If any of that sounds interesting to you, I hope you'll join me. I mean, here I have four followers, but how many people actually read what I write? Jon Jon has been the only person I know of who has posted a comment on my "33 for 33"(thank you, Jon Jon!!!)so I don't know if anything I write has touched anyone...I know that most of these blogs posted here in The Library are mostly "didn't do anything today, but I promise I'll do something tomorrow," but hey, I'm just getting started.
I'm just getting started.
Just forgot.
I had been working on some of the other sites all day, so I think I thought that I had already done it. It's very confusing. And it doesn't take much to confuse me.
But yeah, I've been busy.
In addition to the 4 Rehab Lounge blogs here on blogspot and my Myspace blog, I am now RomanticRealist12 on xanga, imustwrite12 on livejournal, and gossipybitches on WordPress. This blog, and all the Rehab Lounge blogs will be posted on Myspace, xanga and livejournal, with bits of difference, while the WordPress blog is going to be a celebrity blog ala Perez Hilton...ish. It's called "Gossipy Bitches," so that's what I'm planning on doing. Gossiping about stuff I pay attention to. My reviews of The Monster Ball and Inception have already been posted there.
So. If any of that sounds interesting to you, I hope you'll join me. I mean, here I have four followers, but how many people actually read what I write? Jon Jon has been the only person I know of who has posted a comment on my "33 for 33"(thank you, Jon Jon!!!)so I don't know if anything I write has touched anyone...I know that most of these blogs posted here in The Library are mostly "didn't do anything today, but I promise I'll do something tomorrow," but hey, I'm just getting started.
I'm just getting started.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Diary of a Scribe Day 27: Why I Hated Inception, or "Someone Owes Me $5 and My Sunday Morning Back: The Review"
Why I Hated Inception, or
Someone Owes Me $5 and My Sunday Morning Back.
by Samantha J. Goddard
**Warning: This blog is SPOILERIFIC regarding the movie Inception. If you have not seen the movie, don't read this. If you go ahead anyway, it's your own fault. You were warned.**
It seems like I'm the only person who did not like this movie.
Well, there are others, but they aren't very vocal.
I don't like Leo, as a rule, but everyone was talking about this movie, saying that it's the best movie they have EVER seen, so I HAD to see what they were talking about.
Inception was only mildly confusing. Mildly.
Like Taco Bell mild. Like Pace Picante with the green lid. It has all the components but it just isn't complex and spicy enough.
I wasn't surprised.
By any of it.
It wasn't original, like Christopther Nolan's Memento. I had seen this before. In several places.
At first, I just thought about how it was like three movies, but I have expanded my equation to 5:
Inception=The Italian Job + The Matrix+ Doctor Who, with a splash of Catch Me If You Can and Oceans 11...
Tell me I'm wrong.
In The Italian Job, there is an older gent, a mentor involved who is a veteran actor. This is Donald Sutherland. The Matrix has Laurence Fishburne("Morpheus")In Inception, it's Michael Caine. And I wasn't even surprised by him. He IS in EVERY movie ever made.
In both movies, a group of people are trying to steal something important. And there's a lot of riding around in cars. Much of the same can be said of Catch Me If You Can and Ocean's 11. And due to certain circumstances they have time limits, and only certain people can do these jobs.
Everyone could use a forger, right? But only the best. Frank(CMIYC) was a great forger, but not what these folks were looking for.
There is a set of dreams where you have to remember/figure out which is the dream and which is reality, and you have to make the choice to die so that you can live. Amy Pond and The Doctor did that this season on Doctor Who in "Amy's Choice."
And last on the list of things that I noticed immediately, without delving too deep: There is ALWAYS a woman in a basement to save(metaphorically speaking) that almost always steals the show from the lead actor(Charlize Theron outshined Marky Mark, Alex Kingston as "River Song" & Karen Gillan as "Amy Pond" ALWAYS steal the show from Matt Smith, "The Doctor." Neo needs to save Trinity, and the Models, Inc. alum Carrie Anne Moss is a WAY better actor, and so looks so much hotter in leather).
I really wanted Mos Def and Zac Efron to be in this movie. Mos Def was in The Italian Job and he was brilliant. Inception was so similar to The Italian Job that I almost expected him to come strolling in. As for Zac, I thought Cillian Murphy was too mature for this cast and that Zac Efron could have stepped into this role. The two DO look a lot a like, and Zac, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Leo all seem SO YOUNG to me, so that makes more sense.
Ok. Let me break this down.
Saito(Ken Watanabe) needs for Fischer Jr. (Cillian Murphy) to find the combination to his dad's safe and find the business papers or the will that states that Fischer's father's corporation is going to be taken apart after his death, and then to make up his mind that he wants to let this happen.
This is where Leo and his crew come in. They have methods of extracting your deepest subconscious secrets. They are the best at this, but Saito wants to come along for the journey to supervise. And they have to remember that the deeper the go the longer it seems they've been gone. In Dream Land, 5 real life minutes = 1 dream hour. When it's no longer safe, they are given a "kick" to wake them up: explosions, music, falling.
Under a planted flight attendant's watchful eye, the group doses themselves and their target, Fischer, on an airplane. Dream #1. Dream #2 happens in a hotel, if I'm remembering right. This is where Joseph Gordon-Levitt has his awesome fight scene in the rotating hallway, which is the white van....But I'm a little unclear on how they get to this van...at least I remember more about this than the GaGa concert. And that scene in the hallway WAS pretty cool.
The farthest any had been in was a third dream, and that was Cobb(Leo). He told his new architect, Ariadne(Ellen Page) not to give him any info on the layout, and not to use memories. Something he found out the hard way. (BTW, some bad guys had thrown their old architect off a building and--OMG is that Lukas Haas?
Their third dream finds them somewhere cold, right? The mountains? I was done with this movie by this point. I felt like I was in Limbo. But I KNEW that a surprise fourth dream was on its way.
Surprise.
The fourth dream is Cobb's. He's wrestling with old dreams involving his wife who died as a result of his Inception experimentation. She died not knowing what was real. Or did she?
Marion Cotillard was looking too mature for this movie and in fact steals it from Leo. No wonder she isn't featured in any of the promos.
In Cobb's dream, as a former architect, he had constructed his world with his wife made from their memories, something he'd told Ariadne not to do.
He just wanted to go home to his kids since his mother was gone. It appeared he'd gotten his wish.
But then you see his totem, a personal object whose weight and feel is known only to him(the collegiate version is "I've Got Mine, Where's Yours?" which we used as a gauge to find out how drunk we were). It was a metal top that had been his wife's totem. She would be able to tell the dream from reality if the top never stopped spinning.
Mmmhmm. I smell sequel. Oh, lord, do better. Don't do what The Matrix did, and get all weird into mythology and go crazy with the wire work. Just do better.
Click the blog title to check out the Inception timeline from collider.com.
Photos from theplaylist.blogspot.com, snarkerati.com, news.lalate.com, facebook.com, eoghann.com, thedrunkenmoogle.com, impossiblepodcasts.blogspot.com, cracked.com and one other website whose link is broken.
Someone Owes Me $5 and My Sunday Morning Back.
by Samantha J. Goddard
**Warning: This blog is SPOILERIFIC regarding the movie Inception. If you have not seen the movie, don't read this. If you go ahead anyway, it's your own fault. You were warned.**
It seems like I'm the only person who did not like this movie.
Well, there are others, but they aren't very vocal.
I don't like Leo, as a rule, but everyone was talking about this movie, saying that it's the best movie they have EVER seen, so I HAD to see what they were talking about.
Inception was only mildly confusing. Mildly.
Like Taco Bell mild. Like Pace Picante with the green lid. It has all the components but it just isn't complex and spicy enough.
I wasn't surprised.
By any of it.
It wasn't original, like Christopther Nolan's Memento. I had seen this before. In several places.
At first, I just thought about how it was like three movies, but I have expanded my equation to 5:
Inception=The Italian Job + The Matrix+ Doctor Who, with a splash of Catch Me If You Can and Oceans 11...
Tell me I'm wrong.
In The Italian Job, there is an older gent, a mentor involved who is a veteran actor. This is Donald Sutherland. The Matrix has Laurence Fishburne("Morpheus")In Inception, it's Michael Caine. And I wasn't even surprised by him. He IS in EVERY movie ever made.
In both movies, a group of people are trying to steal something important. And there's a lot of riding around in cars. Much of the same can be said of Catch Me If You Can and Ocean's 11. And due to certain circumstances they have time limits, and only certain people can do these jobs.
Everyone could use a forger, right? But only the best. Frank(CMIYC) was a great forger, but not what these folks were looking for.
There is a set of dreams where you have to remember/figure out which is the dream and which is reality, and you have to make the choice to die so that you can live. Amy Pond and The Doctor did that this season on Doctor Who in "Amy's Choice."
And last on the list of things that I noticed immediately, without delving too deep: There is ALWAYS a woman in a basement to save(metaphorically speaking) that almost always steals the show from the lead actor(Charlize Theron outshined Marky Mark, Alex Kingston as "River Song" & Karen Gillan as "Amy Pond" ALWAYS steal the show from Matt Smith, "The Doctor." Neo needs to save Trinity, and the Models, Inc. alum Carrie Anne Moss is a WAY better actor, and so looks so much hotter in leather).
I really wanted Mos Def and Zac Efron to be in this movie. Mos Def was in The Italian Job and he was brilliant. Inception was so similar to The Italian Job that I almost expected him to come strolling in. As for Zac, I thought Cillian Murphy was too mature for this cast and that Zac Efron could have stepped into this role. The two DO look a lot a like, and Zac, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Leo all seem SO YOUNG to me, so that makes more sense.
Ok. Let me break this down.
Saito(Ken Watanabe) needs for Fischer Jr. (Cillian Murphy) to find the combination to his dad's safe and find the business papers or the will that states that Fischer's father's corporation is going to be taken apart after his death, and then to make up his mind that he wants to let this happen.
This is where Leo and his crew come in. They have methods of extracting your deepest subconscious secrets. They are the best at this, but Saito wants to come along for the journey to supervise. And they have to remember that the deeper the go the longer it seems they've been gone. In Dream Land, 5 real life minutes = 1 dream hour. When it's no longer safe, they are given a "kick" to wake them up: explosions, music, falling.
Under a planted flight attendant's watchful eye, the group doses themselves and their target, Fischer, on an airplane. Dream #1. Dream #2 happens in a hotel, if I'm remembering right. This is where Joseph Gordon-Levitt has his awesome fight scene in the rotating hallway, which is the white van....But I'm a little unclear on how they get to this van...at least I remember more about this than the GaGa concert. And that scene in the hallway WAS pretty cool.
The farthest any had been in was a third dream, and that was Cobb(Leo). He told his new architect, Ariadne(Ellen Page) not to give him any info on the layout, and not to use memories. Something he found out the hard way. (BTW, some bad guys had thrown their old architect off a building and--OMG is that Lukas Haas?
Their third dream finds them somewhere cold, right? The mountains? I was done with this movie by this point. I felt like I was in Limbo. But I KNEW that a surprise fourth dream was on its way.
Surprise.
The fourth dream is Cobb's. He's wrestling with old dreams involving his wife who died as a result of his Inception experimentation. She died not knowing what was real. Or did she?
Marion Cotillard was looking too mature for this movie and in fact steals it from Leo. No wonder she isn't featured in any of the promos.
In Cobb's dream, as a former architect, he had constructed his world with his wife made from their memories, something he'd told Ariadne not to do.
He just wanted to go home to his kids since his mother was gone. It appeared he'd gotten his wish.
But then you see his totem, a personal object whose weight and feel is known only to him(the collegiate version is "I've Got Mine, Where's Yours?" which we used as a gauge to find out how drunk we were). It was a metal top that had been his wife's totem. She would be able to tell the dream from reality if the top never stopped spinning.
Mmmhmm. I smell sequel. Oh, lord, do better. Don't do what The Matrix did, and get all weird into mythology and go crazy with the wire work. Just do better.
Click the blog title to check out the Inception timeline from collider.com.
Photos from theplaylist.blogspot.com, snarkerati.com, news.lalate.com, facebook.com, eoghann.com, thedrunkenmoogle.com, impossiblepodcasts.blogspot.com, cracked.com and one other website whose link is broken.
Diary of a Scribe Day 26 Audience Participation
Here's where I need your help. I'm catching up here, and it's 3:30 am. I need to go to bed. So. I need you to fill in some blanks for me. I've been going crazy excited over these blogging shenanigans, but I need some input. For instance, what do you think about my format? My language? Is there anything you hate about it? Do I need pictures on EVERY entry? What sort of things would YOU like to see? I am, after all, writing for YOU. What sort of "33 for 33" would YOU suggest?
I'd really like to know.
I'd really like to know.
Diary of a Scribe Day 25: The Day I Became a Whore
Not literally. I'm not a Sex Whore. I'm an Attention Whore.
Once there was a time when I would keep my work as close to me as possible.
But now, it's time that the world be subjected to things I have to say.
And blogging seems perfect for me. It gets me out there in the world and keeps me busy when I'm blocked on my other projects.
After I got out of that long, dry, boring, predictable Leonardo diCaprio movie "Inception," I went home and got to work looking for suitable blog sites to share my words. ("Why I Hate Inception," or "Someone Owes Me $5 and My Sunday Morning Back:the review" is coming soon)
I found several, but can only do so much on this computer, so this will be a multi-tiered event. In addition to The Rehab Lounge Library and the other Rehab Lounge blogs, I am now a member of the xanga, livejournal, and WordPress communities. All of The Rehab Lounge blogs and the xanga, livejournal, and my myspace blogs will all pretty much be the same, but my WordPress blog is a little more whimsical and silly and called Gossipy Bitches, for which I'm going to be needing help from my friends. It's going to be a celebrity-oriented blog ala Go Fug Yourself and Perez Hilton, but this time, instead of those bitches, it'll be me and my bitches.
See? I've been busy. I just haven't been busy doing what I had set out to do, but maybe this will help me get in the groove. I'm a multi-blogger. I've also decided to carry on my "33 for 33" series after the first is over. The second one will be a little bit easier. It will be "The Top 33 Drinks in My Catalogue" or something way more clever than that.
But there you have it. Even as I'm rushing to make up the blogs I missed, I'm posting all previous blogs on xanga and myspace and livejournal, and am about to post my GaGa review on WordPress.
What do you think? Is this a wise idea?
Where are YOU reading this blog?
Once there was a time when I would keep my work as close to me as possible.
But now, it's time that the world be subjected to things I have to say.
And blogging seems perfect for me. It gets me out there in the world and keeps me busy when I'm blocked on my other projects.
After I got out of that long, dry, boring, predictable Leonardo diCaprio movie "Inception," I went home and got to work looking for suitable blog sites to share my words. ("Why I Hate Inception," or "Someone Owes Me $5 and My Sunday Morning Back:the review" is coming soon)
I found several, but can only do so much on this computer, so this will be a multi-tiered event. In addition to The Rehab Lounge Library and the other Rehab Lounge blogs, I am now a member of the xanga, livejournal, and WordPress communities. All of The Rehab Lounge blogs and the xanga, livejournal, and my myspace blogs will all pretty much be the same, but my WordPress blog is a little more whimsical and silly and called Gossipy Bitches, for which I'm going to be needing help from my friends. It's going to be a celebrity-oriented blog ala Go Fug Yourself and Perez Hilton, but this time, instead of those bitches, it'll be me and my bitches.
See? I've been busy. I just haven't been busy doing what I had set out to do, but maybe this will help me get in the groove. I'm a multi-blogger. I've also decided to carry on my "33 for 33" series after the first is over. The second one will be a little bit easier. It will be "The Top 33 Drinks in My Catalogue" or something way more clever than that.
But there you have it. Even as I'm rushing to make up the blogs I missed, I'm posting all previous blogs on xanga and myspace and livejournal, and am about to post my GaGa review on WordPress.
What do you think? Is this a wise idea?
Where are YOU reading this blog?
Monday, July 26, 2010
Diary of a Scribe Day 24
I thought for sure that Saturday would be the day I'd get back to work. I worked on my review, but that's about it. I was just too tired, and too ready for this week to be OVER.
I mean, I got ready for, and attended a big concert, spent time in TWO gay clubs AND had to deal with my birthday as well as work.
No wonder I was exhausted.
I don't actually get out much. I'm not a hermit, but I'm not the kind to go out to the club on a weekly basis. Only once in a blue moon, when there is a special occasion.
Well, on this special occasion, I got a lap dance from a gay with a white mohawk who was grinding on me while telling me that my roots were showing.
And the second time that week, I had a lovely drag queen buy me a birthday shot. The Boom is da bomb, y'all. That's for sure. Copa no more! Boom is here to stay!
I mean, I got ready for, and attended a big concert, spent time in TWO gay clubs AND had to deal with my birthday as well as work.
No wonder I was exhausted.
I don't actually get out much. I'm not a hermit, but I'm not the kind to go out to the club on a weekly basis. Only once in a blue moon, when there is a special occasion.
Well, on this special occasion, I got a lap dance from a gay with a white mohawk who was grinding on me while telling me that my roots were showing.
And the second time that week, I had a lovely drag queen buy me a birthday shot. The Boom is da bomb, y'all. That's for sure. Copa no more! Boom is here to stay!
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