Facebooks sucks; nothing has just changed

The reason facebook sucks is not the arbitrary friends you collect because Myspace and all other sites like it have that issue.
It's not it's design, which was at first basic and self-restrained. Has become malleable and complex (not quite as user friendly as they probably hoped it would be though). Not exactly a bad thing really.
I hate you facebook for making me think I can talk to my friends on the fly. I expect responsiveness akin to a chatroom or forum. I end up checking up on all updates and just sitting there waiting for responses. My wait made as well come in the form of sleep because only a handful will respond within a minute or 30 minute frame. And then I have to find where the update is. Photos? Groups? Some new game of vampires or Harry Potter that I don't have the patience to play? (The notifications have cleared this discrepancy up as of late)
I have the blog that I update so rarely, I have the twitter to keep up with the manic thoughts of Warren Ellis, and I have 456 unread e-mail messages. Keeping my facebook is more of a burden than ever.
I want to be a solid writer and facebook does not help in that respect as much as the rest do.

I did the 40th annual(? I don't know. it could be bi-annual) Dove Awards (think contemporary gospel awards show) for the Gospel Channel at the Grand Ole Opry. That was sweeeeeet and X-TREME.
I got so much sleep and naptime done last month and this month that I think I od'ed on unconsciousness. I got so tired of myself wasting away and not contributing to society that this Production Assistant job came at just the right time.

Now I talked the executive producer into working on something else for him.
It has to do with superheroes, so really? I'm as happy as a little gurrrl!

I cannot believe I get to work with a superhero character. I'm SO excited to try out all the story plots I've seen work in so many comics and film and tv and OMIGOD I'VE GOT TO DO AN EPISODE ABOUT _______!!! THAT'S GONNA BE FUCKING BOSS.

This was kinda thrown at me. And it is expected that my script will be cut to shreds by production so, that being the case, what do I have to lose by writing whatever story I like?

Oh and the show is... nevermind I'll write some dialouge and srping it on ya that way.

WORD OF THE DAY:
Titbitchfuckshit

A CALL TO ARMS: YOU HAVE SOMETHING OF MINE JANAUL

A former friend of mine has stolen property of mine and has had it for two quarters.

Janaul Blount, the friend in question, has his claims and disputes but this is what happened:

I had a Dreamcast (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamcast). I carried it with me wherever I went. Causing many a turmoil but never worse for the wear. I snuck it into my college dorm hiding it from my anti-video game parents ("Is that a Game-Boy!?" "Mom, it's a cellphone" "How come there's games on it?" "Phones can have games on them." "No they can't. They are meant to call people ONLY" "SIGH...").
I would play it, not in my room as it was prestinely devoid of a tv, in a friends room (we'll call this friend: Jamil). So much so, that I ended up asking him to keep it there instead of lugging it with me whenever someone got the itch to play "Marvel Vs. Capcom 2". What surprised me, and should have been a red flag, is that he said he would allow it in his room but promised that he held to responsibilty if anything happened to my system. I balked at the idea of him allowing something to happened without telling me and proceeded to not have it with me in my room.

Next quarter, I come straight to Jamil and ask for my Dreamcast back from his room.
He resoundly says he disavows knowledge of ever keeping the Dreamcast in his room (Def Con 2). He allows me to search the room feeling sorry for me and keeps telling me that my proposition never was... propositioned.
I freak for a week.
No leads.
No witnesses.
Nothing.
(I realized I'm putting a lot of theatre into this But it means a lot to me to get this back in my hands. I won't be able to be transported back to when I was 15 by plugging in my Dreamcast if I have no Dreamcast. There is a strong feeling there and I would rather lose it through the thought of me doing something wrong to my system then someone else keeping it and thinking it's theirs when it isn't.)

Janaul has my SCAD card. I'm a big pushover when it comes to wanting to help people with their money problems and Janaul convinces me to use my card to pay for his laundry that he can't seem to afford card-wise.
It begins to get late and he isn't answering his phone or appearing where he said he would to give me back my SCAD card (I get it back but this leads to the Dreamcast so hang on). I ask around and I find his begotten room. He's in there. Why won't he answer my calls then? I see people I know in his room (there not in SCAD anymore so I don't feel the need to include their pseudonyms) so I call one of them and look in at the reaction. He/She ignores my call!
I start to become very paranoid then I see something that looks like Son Son fighting something that looks like Cyclops on Janaul's television screen. "Marvel vs Capcom 2". He has it. Why wouldn't he let me in on it if he had a console that played the game I used to play? After all, he and I were friends who mostly battled each other in fighting games such as MvC2 on my Dreamcast. What if the reason they won't pick up the call so that I can come and get my SCAD card is so that I don't come into the room? And what if they don't want me in the room playing MvC2 because they are doing it on a Dreamcast they stole from me?
I knock.
I rudely ask to come in and see what they're doing and accuse Janaul of theivery (Not the move I would have done in hindsight)
Janaul pushes the door close on my footgiving me my card back while he does.
I threaten to call security if I'm not let in, I scream.
"Go ahead" is Janaul's retort. (This puzzled me. Wouldn't he just want to avoid getting kicked off campus in favor of swallowing his pride?)
Long story short; I didn't stay by the door to keep watch of who comes out. Security comes along with two RAs and search his room and find two Dreamcast controllers that are not mine but his. I have a meltdown, having felt as if I destroyed a friendship and wondered why Janaul just didn't let me in and prove me wrong instead of going through a two and a half hour ordeal.

This happened last quarter.
I trust what I saw. That was my game in that room. Janaul kept me out so I wouldn't catch him red handed. There were Dreamcast controllers in his room for what oher purpose? Why would I keep this up if this all didn't happen?

I would like to have a meeting with Janaul and a RD moderator before Friday.
He thinks it's his I hear. Well, if he can hold up a decent argument without closing a door I may think differently. For now, the man is a cheat, a liar, and a manipulator.

This is a new post. You may now dance the Dance of Rebirth!

I working on a story right now.
If it will be a ALLWORDS novel/la, a comicbook mini or a small-time video complete with bad acting and jerky hand-held moments that were not supposed to be there but if brought the audience "into the moment" I'll say, "yeah...I meant that!", no one can say right now.

Especially not me.
Look at me; you think I plan anything?
I'm a methhead chasing ambulances to hospitals.
I wouldn't know what to do if I...got hold of a hypodermic needle. So to speak.

It's a D&D inspired dialouge fest. Hopefull if I get my players talking about enough stuff maybe they'll happen on something you'll like.

I really just want to start an idea and finish with a product, as a tell my child therapist Dr. Needle. At least I think her name is Doctor Needle.
Some last names should make you exempt from being a doctor.
Payne.
Hertz.
I heard from Mr. Rod, my 9th grade Physics teacher, that some girl had a dad whose a dentist named "Dr. Slaughter"


Irony really makes life worth living.

I should also get out that I want to work on a book that follows the day of a grown-kid visiting his highschool 3 years later. K-K-K-K-KRAY-ZINESS! (note to self: next time use C's, less racist that way towards myself)

"Autobiographical", you say? What, what? (there goes the [Talking like I'm british tag] AGAIN)
Difinitely autobiographical, with similar people (with changed names..sometimes), an odd main character, a compositing of 2 or 3 different people into one to save time (and energy) and all done an 3 hour period from 12:10pm to 3:17pm.
EASY.
EASY. EASY.
HAAARD.
EASY!

(note to self: call your old theater teacher Mr. G. It's the least you can do)


Oh, and I'm reading Transmetropolitan. It's a RapeFest...but in a good way. Scratch that shit, it makes me want to go outside and punch authority figures. FUCKING AWESOME is the name I have for this series now. Why isn't this posted on telephone poles in major metropolitan cities?

Edit:
http://paprpapr.blogspot.com/
Bud Ries has a magazine/blog. This little improv demon was sooo nice to me in my early high school years. I repay the favor by posting his blog on my blog that no one is watching. YOU'RE WELCOME. BUD!

Double Edit:
Vice Presidents? I don't give a shi-ooooh it's a la-daay! 20 months of being Gov. of Alaska, you say? FORMER MISS WASILLA, YOU SAY?! Well, sign me uh-oh that's right I'm voting for the historic moment in race relations for the United States rather than pleasuring myself to hot pics of the VP when she was "Sarah Barracada" on her high school basketball team.

Hawt Pix of Sarah Palin ballin'.

Biden? I'm sure there were more intellectual choices but this is a political choice so it sucks.
It'll probably help him get elected. It sucks.
It'll give him that "tough America" edge. Shit sux.
Okay, now I'm being a bastard.

And down this road, you will face your ultimate fear...living with your parents when your 30.

Today is a brand new day for me.

I'm taking the reins.
I'm bringing up baby.
I'm takin' em to Missouri.
I'm knowin' when to holddem and when to folddem, when to walk away and when to run.
It's fantastic!
I am so doing stand-up as a job this summer (along with many part-time ones, OH that reminds me to check my e-mail for UPS's response to my e-mail).
I am doing something of magnitude everyday.
I am calling the people that need to be called every week.

Starting today, no more lazy about watching shit on the internet (I've done enough to last me a lifetime back in college).
I need to write and read and work every single day.
I have a year to get myself awesome and show my 'rents that Andre Lemont Churchwell Jr. is the man that they though he was going to be when he was sired those many moons ago.
I got movie ideas that need tinkering.
Bits that need it too.
My room need s to be the cleanest of the house.
And my comic books....ooh boy...my comic books will be studied and pondered about till I can create an original idea for one myself.

They will be no stopping me.
Except you.
Not you, the happy reader.
YOU.
INTERNET.

I must salvage what I can of my will and strength and keep these brandwith demons at bay long enough to...catch up on the news of a Runaway's movie?...Wah-WHAT! And Brian K. Vaughn is writing the scrip-NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' BOUT WILLIS!

....er...

Good 'morrow.

So....are you joking...?

Modest Proposal

Andre Churchwell

There is a problem in our dear country; one that we will no longer be able to avoid for much longer. The United States of America is going down the pipes. Once a sterling beacon of potential for national discourse and eliminator of woes for the world, we are being lobbied into self-centered, over-weight, medicated trouble makers with power inherited from a harder working generation and civil rights being rolled back that was earned by a bolder generation.

Americans have found importance where there is none with Anti-Gay Marriage Acts, Anti-Flag Burning Acts and video games/rap songs/anime shows that might influence an innocent child to violent acts.

The United States media creates this middle ground of confusion for its people where we are the best nation in the world (I agree, but now that’s like being the best dancer in a one-leg handicap hoe-down) and told not to worry, while also saying that the world is extremely hazardous and danger could strike from anywhere, at any moment.

This seems to get crazier as it goes along. The only thing that could cease it or turn this generation to a hopeful direction is for a great change that would otherwise not naturally happen. The American people usually unite and cause this everlasting type of change when an event takes place such as a great tragedy. A tragedy such as Pearl Harbor, the World Trade Center, the assassination of Martin Luther King, etc. motivate the populace with fear, which turns to anger then to action (sometimes good: Joining the Allies to fight the Axis, sometimes bad: DC riots, War on Terrorism).

This nation is long past due with dealing with the issues that cripple us and keep us from un-ending liberty (the condition in which an individual has the ability to act according to his or her own will) and is long past due for a revolution from the current passive-aggressive ways of dealing with our problems.

“A little revolution now and then is a good thing; the tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”

-Thomas Jefferson

I will now propose my own plan of action, which I hope us brave few will not be liable to the least objection (the least of all me).

I have found, not through my own work but from the diligence of the first-rate team on the humor website Cracked.com, that scientist as well as nature it self are well on their way to creating a zombie horde who may or may not eat our brains as well as the flesh we walk in. Not only that, but horde will be imbued with the ability to transfer the zombie prognosis to whomever they choose to bite.

With the proper funds and moral support, the United States can be the first nation with a zombie invasion. In as little as two to three years, we could be engulfed and engorged with the living dead. The Second Amendment will be impractical no more. The ready, willing and able will mount a heroic precedent in history. The things that truly make America great will shine through at last. The right to arm yourselves with anything money can buy mixed with a free market have yielded guns being bought wholesale at K-Mart. This will prove beneficial and for certain would not have been useful for any other purpose.

The common threat of undead humans flooding the streets (whether they actual will devour our brains as science fiction is still uncertain and would be helpful in knowing so as to fund Anti-Zombie Helmets) will unite those of strong wills to stand up and start anew. The government will prove untrustable as they will most assuredly be blamed for the accident and the ensuing mass chaos. It has not been determined whether toxoplasmosa gondii will be the way to go (as it controls mice to the point that it tells them to be eaten by a cat so that it can control the larger mammal) with it already infecting half the human population as I write or nanotechnology run amok, but fortunately, if funded correctly all these will end up causing the zombie apocalypse we so desperately need for focus on the truly important issues: health, social welfare, and autonomy from a government gone wrong.