Shut Up and Listen 11 Sunday May 27, 2001 I Did It Finally! I built my website last night. It’s a piece of crap, but it’s my piece of crap. I got fed up with not having one and just went to basic html editor and learned quickly some basic things. All my columns are up as of now, but the Damn The Man one isn’t working. Nor is my Am I Evil? script which I posted. Hopefully by the time you read this, they will. Welcome all and visit often. On the About Me part there are a few cool links of mine. One is for Dream Conception; go download his work. Another is for Sean Twist; go read his work. Homosexuality and Tolerance There have been a few threads about these topics on various message boards I visit, so I thought I’d cover some of my thoughts here for all of you. I have no problem with homosexuality for guys or girls. I really like homosexuality in girls. What they do, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone (unless they ask), is their business, not mine or anyone else’s. The idea of tolerance of others’ ideas has been a big issue, too. Some of us weren’t exactly nice to those who expressed their less-than enlightened opinions on homosexuality. This goes with things I’ve been saying for years: everyone’s a racist and everyone’s intolerant. I’m racist against racists and intolerant against intolerance. I have no problem with that. To not be is to say that it’s okay to be racist or intolerant and I can’t do that. We learned from Mr. McD that bias is okay; bias against injustice, intolerance, bigotry and crime is good. I follow that. They all have a right to speak their minds, of course. But I have a right to call them assholes, too. Monday May 28, 2001 More Website Info Worked a lot on it and everything’s working just fine. Added tons of new stuff. But all of you already know that, don’t you? Here, Kitty, Kitty I didn’t want it, but we got a cat. A kitten. Named Izzy. God have mercy on my soul. I don’t hate it, but I could live without it. Cats are shifty little creeps that sneak up from behind and jump on you in a very alarming manner. I know that I’ll be sitting here one night at two-in-the-morning, typing away, listening to music and the damn thing will jump up on me and scare me shitless. I just call it “Cat.” Tuesday May 29, 2001 Religion Retreat Very interesting day at my religion retreat today. The bus ride there was . . . fun, I guess. Dream Conception and I sat in the back because we helped bring some stuff onto the bus. We were then surrounded by “popular people.” Their conversations were weird to say the least. I heard things like “green pussy” and “put a bag over your head and fuck a dumbass.” At the retreat, we talked and made candles. Well, decorated candles. Mine has a three-eyed smiley face!=] Ate some food, played soccer, watch Simon Birch, ate supper and lit all the candles and talked about the future and what makes us happy. Oh, and we moved furniture. I’m tired. Wednesday May 30, 2001 The Weekenders Lunchbox had a bad weekend. He didn’t want to talk about it. He did anyway. You see, whenever he mentions something that he doesn’t want to talk about, that means he does. I’ve learned this, therefore it is my job to get him to talk. This time he was very resistant. But he did. He always does. Lunchbox got in some trouble, I won’t tell you what for because that would be wrong, over the weekend. And I do mean TROUBLE. It seems every Monday morning he comes in and tells us about he got in trouble on the weekend. Sometimes he deserves it and sometimes he doesn’t. There’s always one constant to the trouble: his weekend friends. Friends he’s had for a hell of a long time and hangs out with on the weekends and some weeknights. It seems his troubles always lead back to them somehow. Most of his problems that we, his school friends, must help him with lead back to them. You might say I’m a bit resentful of the weekenders and you’d be right; at least a little right. They get the fun and enjoyable Lunchbox, and I, along with others, get the still fun, but a little more down Lunchbox. Did the weekenders have to put up with a solid week of discussion of Lunchbox’s Lady, who he isn’t going out with, but sort of is, but really isn’t? Remember, we have lunch, drama and a spare together. I don’t mind that stuff, Lunchbox has been there for me many of times. I don’t know really what I’m getting at, but life’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? The Art of Writing “You don’t disturb the artist when the artist is working.” Try telling that to people in my drama class. We’re just finishing up all the scenes for the Fairy Tales soap operas and the people in the same scenes are supposed to write scripts as a group. Guess who took over for my group? I’ll admit, it’s selfish, self-centred and egotistical, but screw off. Lunchbox doesn’t want to write this stuff because he doesn’t really like the idea to begin with. The others . . . I don’t want to say anything bad, but they do have a tendency to go a bit over-the-top a lot on stuff like this. There’s clever, there’s funny and there’s slapstick. They always go for slapstick. So, I took their input and then wrote it my way. I like it, Ms. Drama Teacher seems to like my stuff, and Lunchbox likes my stuff, although he won’t admit it, so sod off to the rest! Jinx! Still haven’t got a response back from Ray since last Monday. Sent him an e-mail just now that was a little forceful in the fact that it was rude and unprofessional to do shit like that. I wasn’t rude, and if I was, apologized right at the beginning for any rudeness. I really hope this doesn’t wreck this deal. That would suck and then I would just have to badmouth Twisted Gate all over every single message board that I frequent and a few new ones, too. Remember, boys and girls, you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you. (Thursday note: please bear in mind that I was very tired while writing this and did not mean to come across as an ass.) Jinx! Pt. 2 Just got an e-mail from Ray. He told me to simmer down, and that he told me before that the scripts had to go through reviews. I could have sworn he didn’t but I’m not really in a position to dispute of minor facts like that. Told him to go check out my site. Also said that if they wanted to use Am I Evil? or any related stuff and they didn’t want my scripts, synopsis, whatever on the site, I’d take them down. Thursday May 31, 2001 Jinx! Pt. 3 Got an e-mail today from ray asking for my first After Sol script because it was lost somewhere. I sent him it and he said he was going to take it to the reviewer ASAP and respond to me sometime tonight or tomorrow. Canadian Politics Pt. 2 Chretien wants to give him and all the MPs up in Ottawa pay raises. Fuck them! They all make over a hundred grand a year. They need more money like I need a shot in the fucking chest. I admire those who will vote against it and refuse it. Those are my kind of politicians. People who put the good of the country before those of themselves. They get to be my official Heroes of the Day! Lost At Sea That is what Mat is. Guess why? What is the root of every problem with guys? Those who said chicks have been paying attention and will get a gold star. Yes, Matt has girl problems, but I won’t go into details again because of confidentiality. I will tell you all about our humorous conversations though. Matt has been taken to use sea talk to describe his current predicament. It’s hilarious. Here’s an excerpt from our ICQ chats: Aye. Oh, and meanwhile on the relationship-ship: “Captain! Captain! We've been detected!” “What the hell?!?” *looks at radar and sonar screens* “Holy fucking shit! Get us the hell out of here, hard to starboard! Sound general quarters! Ready collusion alarm! What the fuck happened?” “With our GPS system still failing, we must have been closer than we thought, sir.” “Well FUCK. I could've told you that!” My response was a simple “Damn the torpedoes! Ramming speed!” Friday June 1, 2001 The Captain For future reference, from this point on Matt is now referred to as the Captain. Jinx! Pt. 4 Got more word from Ray today. He wanted me to edited my scripts down a bit, so I told him to go fuck himself. Nah, I’m editing them. Already did part one. It’s easy. Mainly just cutting some things down a bit and combining a few panels. Also had to write a promo piece. I wrote two for variety. Oh, and from now on Mutatiums will be know as Inhumanae (plural), Inhumanus (singular). Twisted Gate wanted to avoid all similarities to mutants and I don’t blame them. I won’t get any money for this and only two free copies, but a discount for any more. I wish the deal was better, mainly in the number of token copies, but I can live with it. As long as I get published I’m fine with almost anything. Even Twisted Gate having the copyright the first time they print it in the anthology format and if it gets picked up for a series. If it doesn’t then I get the rights back. So it’s a win-win situation of sorts. Again, I can live with this. I may not like some of these things, but this is my first publication and I’m not in a position to be making demands, now am I? The Quest For Songs I have the music in me and love music. I’ve been on a quest to find songs that I like. Napster has been good, I’ve gotten some stuff off of there. But they don’t have Marcy Playground or Weezer’s new song, Hash Pipe, so I’ve been forced to go to Audio Galaxy, a site that Little Man Rump told me about. And it seems to be working pretty well. I just can’t play them on media player any time I want, which sucks. But I do have a few Marcy playground songs and Hash Pipe.=] Saturday June 2, 2001 Jinx! Pt. 5 I should probably stop calling this “Jinx!”, but it lets you know what I’m talking about so easier. Just finished all the editing, promos, and descriptions. Sent it all away. Awaiting response. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with this thing and for me to learn that they don’t want me. I’m pretty sure that isn’t gonna happen because Ray told me a bit about more about himself and some other stuff that Twisted Gate is doing, like movies and board games (which are hilarious, by the way). Now I guess I have to go find a job for money. Dammit. Religion: An Intermittent Series Well, I’ve been learning a lot about Hinduism and Buddhism from Mr. McDonald and I like aspects of both religions. The spiritual journey is cool with both. I like meditation. The ascetic properties of both are dumb in my opinion. I ask, when do you think about food more: when you are well fed or when you are hungry. Denying certain things will just make you dwell on them and not on spiritual discovery. Also, i may have said this earlier, but I was thinking about and thought I’d say it again. Why do people follow religions that were created thousands of years ago? Those idiots have been wrong about almost everything. We’ve disproved every single one of their ideas regarding science, social values and other dumb ideas they had. But we believe what they say about what could be the most important thing ever: the creation of the universe, us and why we’re here? Does the old saying “Who is more the fool: the fool or those who follow him?”