Journal Entry Type #97: More Prioritizing and Less Other

I think I’m going to reach my 100 journal entry type before I write another poem, flash fiction story, or finish my first novel. I hope that’s not the case. This is becoming really stupid in a way. I thought of all the great ways to start this blog entry. Some quip about some random topic. I got nothing. I’ve been listening to some of my CDs (remember those circle things that you can sort of see your reflection in?) from when I listened to music. It’s a blast to the past with my eclectic tastes: Loreena McKennitt, Weezer, NIN, Ani Difranco, Queen, David Bowie, Smashing Pumpkins, FYC, Madonna, Alice in Chains, and more. Remember the tape cassette with the broken CD player? I threw mine away a long time ago but still have my Panasonic speakers and subwoofers. Why? I don’t know. It’s been incredibly hot here and Las Vegas valley is in an excessive heat advisory. A few days ago it was going to reach 118 but now it’s down to a high of 115. This is unlike the place where certain cities are getting too much rain, but again when you live in the desert, you don’t get much rain. This is definitely the case this year as the rings near Hoover Dam and Lake Mead are glaring to the eye. It’s the lowest it’s been for a while, which means water is scarce so not good for CA, AZ, and NV. On my two days off, I plan on doing more of the same of proofreading, writing, reading, watching TV/news, and trying to beat my current score on DX Ball. I don’t have much to offer besides feeling I’m sort of in a time warp in some ways and a time loop in other ways. I took this picture the other day. I thought the marquee lighting was catchy and it also reminded me of Boogie Nights, which I also listened to the other day. The soundtrack has great songs on it. With music on my mind, it is now time for bed. Goodnight.

Journal Entry Type #96: I Can’t be That Old!

I needed to handle something on my day off for work and decided to take in the sights and maybe go on a few rides. Being a weekday, it wasn’t too busy on the strip. At least the rides weren’t. I did see a wide mixture of people as you do in any touristy city. I stood behind four women dressed to the nines and the whole time waiting for the elevator were glued to their phones. I don’t mean texting or taking selfies. I mean looking at themselves as in admiring their gorgeous looking faces. Granted, one of the women out of the group was very pretty. It’s not to say the others weren’t pretty, but the one that stood out of the most was her. The other three women could have been basketball players based on their height around six feet tall. By the time I got to the top and looked around for a bit, I was thirsty but still didn’t get anything to drink. I ended up deciding to go on a few rides and if I could handle them, then I would sky jump off the tower. Needless to say, I only made it on two of the rides.

The first ride was good except looking down made me dizzy due to the spinning. This set me up for failure and wanting the second ride to be over. It was too jerky. I was legitimately dizzy and nauseous after I got off the second ride. I sort of wish the couple in front of me wasn’t there, but so be it. I also wanted to test myself to see if the height would bother me. Not really. I felt secure. Once it was over, I needed something to drink pronto. The ride home was longer than usual due to rush hour traffic and good thing someone was driving me home. I got home and popped two Advil, drank more water, and ate something. I feel better now or else I wouldn’t be writing this. My partner took a few videos as I couldn’t convince him to go with me. Switching topics, I’m looking forward to the next episode of Blacklist and The Handmaid’s Tale and writing reviews on them. I’m continuing to make progress with my first novel and dabbling here and there with my second and third novel idea. We also have someone staying with us for a night so there is that. I better get on with my life and be productive so until more later.

Journal Entry Type #95: Inspiration Comes From Everywhere

I found these computer desktop photos and reminded me of the fantasy world you sometimes find in movies, tv shows, and games. I’m getting ever so closer to self-publishing my first novel. I’m excited for it to be done and for my next writing projects. I will have to churn them out about every other year to accomplish all of my story ideas. Good thing I still have time (I hope) although I’m definitely past my 20s and even 30s, but I’m nowhere near 60 but soon will be closer to 50. I know I’m not the only writer who can be thrilled at the thought of continuing a second novel and starting a third novel while at the same time dreading it. I better get back to my last stages of my minor editing. Stay tuned in later June when I plan to release my book. Until that time, I’ll be thinking and doing like I always do.

The Last Five Movies I Watched In May 2021

Because I never got around to writing my short movie reviews for these in May, here are the last five movies I watched last month. They are in no particular order and of course, the two movies I encourage anyone to watch or watch again are The Great Debaters and Dredd. Next, I would watch Ninja Assassin and The Greatest Show. I can’t really recommend Rampart because it wasn’t all that good. Woody Harrelson was convincing, but there wasn’t enough substance.

The Greatest Showman (2017) stars Hugh Jackman, Michelle Williams, Zach Efron, and Zendaya. Jackman portrays the real life P.T. Barnum. He goes down as one of the great rags to riches stories. He was a true businessman in every sense of the word. The acrobatics, singing, and choreography were done well for a musical. It purposely leaves out the whole controversy of animal entertainment, but the inequities of the freaks makes up for it.

The Great Debaters (2007) stars Denzel Washington, Nate Parker, Jurnee Smollett, Forest Whitaker. Washington portrays Melvin Tolson who coaches an all black debate team from Wiley College in Texas. The team wins enough debates to challenge Harvard for the national championship. The excellent performance by Nate Parker alone is enough to watch this movie.

Dredd (2012) stars Karl Urban, Olivia Thirlby, Wood Harris, and Lena Heady. Urban portrays Dredd who is a police officer in a city where drugs and crime are the two main enemies. While training a rookie cop, he comes face to face with a drug lord named Ma-Ma. Think a lot of gun fighting, betrayal, and cool DP shots. This movie was a trip even without the drugs. I liked the ending too.

Ninja Assassin (2009) stars a K-Pop singer named Rain as Raizo. He’s a boy who was trained as a ninja by a ruthless man. It leads to him wanting revenge as he gets older. The ultimate fight is between him and the Yakuza. The choreography was good, but maybe I was wanting a little more substance. Overall, I did like the movie but it dragged a little bit in some scenes.

Rampart (2011) stars Woody Harrelson as a LA cop with Cynthia Nixon, Anne Heche, and Brie Larson as his family. He’s the burnt out, do it my way cop that needs to retire. Except he can’t because he doesn’t want to and won’t be told what to do. His family is dysfunctional because he is a drunk. I’ve seen this movie before. I should’ve watched Serpico again instead.

Trifecta #60

June Quotes

“Understanding our limitations is important. Once you accept those, you’ve got a simple choice to make…despair or hope. Give up or stand up.”

-Ms. Marvel-

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad. I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”

-Stephen Chbosky-

“The place where you feel that you stick out the most is the place where you should stick out and stay. That’s where you can contribute something new and something fresh.”

-Riz Ahmed-

“One thing I won’t do is compromise. I will never do something based on what everybody is telling me to do.”

-Missy Elliott-

“I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it.”

-Garrison Keillor-

Review of Summertime Season 2 (2020-)

This is what I wrote about Summertime Season 1. There are two things that really bother me. One is bad dubbing in movies or tv shows. The other is poor writing. This series had both. I don’t know why I watched this. It was painful every minute of every episode. I don’t know what the reason for watching this but jeez, this dubbing in English was so freaking bad. It bothered me even more than the weak writing. The subtitles even made it worse. I think whoever did the subtitles was having fun. They used the F word more times than I could count. For a TV show that focuses on teenage summer love, I don’t think the creators were going for the F word in the dialogue. I’m positive the dialogue sounded much better in Italian. The envy of this show was seeing the blue water and wishing I could dip my feet into it and how they could travel to Rome in a heartbeat. The main character of Ale, played by Ludovico Tersigni, reminds me of Rami Malek’s long lost cousin. The other main character of Summer, played by Rebecca Coco Edogamhe, reminds me how I got screwed when it comes to height. Summertime reminded me of any fan fiction books that were made into movies. Maybe, I should take a swim in fan fiction and see where it takes me. Of course, that is after I write all my other stories. I can’t even call this show so bad, it’s good. It’s a so bad and waiting to see if the second season is just as bad or worse.

This is the trailer for the second season of Summertime. I’m not going to lie that I spent the majority of my day watching this show and last night too. I knew it was being released on June 3rd. I obviously needed an outlet. I’m not going to pretend anymore that I watched it to see how bad it was compared to the first season. Okay, maybe, a little bit. The dubbing was just as bad although a little less painful. What I would’ve given to have it spoken in the language it was filmed. The only reason why I’m glad it had the bad dubbing was because it allowed me to close my eyes and listen to the dialogue. This season opened up similar to the first season except all the major players are pretty much in different relationships. Ale, pronounced All-e, not to be confused with the beer. Bad joke on my part. Well, Ale is now with a different girl/woman and submerged in the lifestyle of motorcycle racing. Summer is also with another partner. Sofia and Dario maintains their friendship and actually is pretty solid when it comes to their friendship. The character Dario is growing on me despite him being a player. Sofia, on the other hand, is still confused as ever when it comes to romance. She has a hard time showing her feelings, but who doesn’t when you are a teenager. Edo is also immature in some ways, but adultlike in other ways. I will say this season offered a little more of a storyline besides summer love and motorcycles. The key word is a little. There is growth to some characters while others remain just as confused as before. It seems Summer and Ale’s relationship is on par with what you hear and see in an actual relationship. This is what makes it appear normal in the sense of ironing out the kinks when two people are together. This season was better than the first. It was a nice diversion from my reality. Maybe, I need to get a new hobby or go back to the ones I’ve neglected. You could say I’m an equal opportunity viewer of bad or good shows and everything in between. Or maybe, I’m just a sucker for mindless shows that doesn’t illicit too much brain capacity although some of the DP shots are decent and it bumps the score up as well as better storylines.

I give Summertime Season 2 GOOD at 71%

Journal Entry Type #94: Hot on a Thursday!

These last few days or should I say seven days has been filled with working, watching Handmaid’s Tale and Blacklist, and hopelessly trying to catch up where I left off last year. I’ve been doing more reading despite my eyes and nose hurting like hell due to sinus pressure and allergies. I’ve never read Chuck Klosterman before but the book I’m reading now is SO refreshing to read even though it is eight years old. I’m also reading a handful of other books but not making much progress. I suppose reading 12 books at the same time, not including Chuck Klosterman, doesn’t make much sense when it comes to practicality. Have I mentioned now that it is officially June, the temperature where I live has definitely gotten hotter and can be considered HOT. It is 108 today and it hasn’t even reached 115 which it does get to in July, August, and September. It doesn’t even start to cool down until basically November. I mean even October it can still be in the 100s and high 90s. Have I mentioned how much I hate the heat? Don’t remind me of moving here because next year I will have to move again. The apartment complex I live in is trying really hard to be the wannabe CA apartment located in NV. Ever since new management took over, the price keeps going up and surprisingly I read millennials are one of the highest age populations moving to NV. Okay? I guess they like to suffer in the heat. Don’t get me started on NV drivers. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, they are some of the most competitive drivers I’ve ever seen. Never once in CA did I see a person go out of their way to go into the turn lane to get around you because s/he thinks you are driving too slow, go back into your lane for a split second just to prove her or his point, and then go right back into the turn lane again in order to make their turn off a freeway. You know who does this? Excuse my language. No, don’t excuse my language. I won’t apologize, but what in the fucking hell are you doing? Are you that uptight? You really need to one up someone because you think you own the road? Please! Get out of here with that!

I’ve been toying around the idea of writing a fiction book about my experiences of living in LA. Who knows. I know for sure I want to write a novel along the lines of Chuck Klosterman, Denis Leary, and Whoopi Goldberg combined but as a fiction book. I’m sort of flushing it out in my head, which is preventing me from sleeping at night. It might come after my second novel idea now instead of later. Who knows? The perks of being a writer. The perks of being a loner. The perks of being a creative person. The perks of having opinions. Don’t even ask me if I’ve made it to the gym yet! The answer is I haven’t. Don’t even ask me how I wish my air conditioning in my car didn’t crap out again! I really wish it didn’t. It’s hard to find the promise of life when you’re driving in such hot temperatures. I’ve sort of gotten used to it, but it sucks! I just dropped 900+ on my car a few weeks ago. Really? This gets a WTF. I’ve been moody lately when I see people turning everything into a political verbal fest on social media. I admit I get really angry, no rage is more the word, at certain politicians not doing their jobs or what I think is absolutely ridiculous. I’m not going to crap on celebrity views, but the one person I think is an absolute retard (sorry for the non-PC name here) is Tila Tequila. I had the unfortunate experience of seeing her in person. She has a big head (literally and figuratively) on a small body (literally). Any person, celebrity or not, who is seen and is a minority who promotes and agrees with white nationalism is more or less a first-class idiot, a complete and utter idiot. These are the people who honestly poison the human population. I recently heard someone say as a contributor on MSNBC state having the Republican party known as the White party and Democratic party known as the Minority party is not good for anyone. Sadly, it is becoming this way.

I’m hoping to get more blog entries in this month and also make headway into other territory. I’ve been trying to see the positive in my life although at times it is hard. I’ve been doing more justification for certain things than I’d like and keeping my negative thoughts at bay. We all do it because we are human. If I let loose and let all my worries, inhibitions, and responsibilities fall away, I’d be in a much different place. Then again, I would care about a lot less. I’d be a chain smoking creative thinking fool, chewing off the fat of the land, thinking she’s all cool and hip, and then dying alone in the wilderness somewhere but without the bandanna, tie-die, and Birkenstocks. The good thing is I’m not that person in terms of wanting of living a completely solitary life and smoking cigarettes. I’m not that proverbial wanderer. I like being in the comfort of my apartment with my useful and useless possessions. I feel something is missing when the cable goes out for an hour or two. I said to someone I’ve become more jaded the older I’ve gotten. With that in mind, off to continue on more blogs and then find my way back to rewriting and writing again and hopefully lose some of this jadedness.

Poem: Lights

Motorcycle
or 
car, 
I see them.

One riding next to the other,
or one sitting beside the other.

Don't look at them for they might 
return
the 
stare.

It's not safe to ride alone,
for them or me but I do.

They never are interested in me.

I must be doing something right.

Always 
ahead 
of 
me, 
disappearing out of view to the next speeder.

By the time I approach,
red and blue lights are flashing,
the driver's window down.

I know the driver is pissed,
cursing them under his breath.

Speeding on the freeway is bad.

Souped up Sedan or not, 
a 
ticket
is 
issued.

I dare not look in the rearview mirror.
I don't want to crash.

I won't ever be the next one.

I slow down.
I leave distance.

The road is 
not 
mine
alone.

Poem: Toaster

My need for cleanliness broke the toaster.
I could not have done it all by myself.
My neurosis jabbed deeper into my brain.
I had to get out the crumbs. 
My need to get that last piece of toast.
I was stuck in the four corners too.
My psychosis whispered into my ear.
I hear the sound but it is not there.
My shaking hands couldn't have broken it.
I pulled out the sliding contraption.
My fingers dug into the grooves.
I was no longer dirty.
My body became alive next to it.
I plugged in the cord.

The toaster never turned off.
My bread was really burnt.
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