I started a redesign of the site. Not reboot. Redesign.
Ultimately I intend to remove all the AI Feature Images and replace them with images of my own design. They were fun, but I’m feeling this place needs a bit less computer and a bit more me.
Not that anyone’s reading.
One more year under the belt, and again, very little to show for it. Blogging ain’t the art it used to be, and with AI it’s only getting worse.
But this should be a place for me to practice said art.
So let’s change things up.
Every day (ish) I intend to look up a Writing Prompt. It could be from WordPress’s offerings. It could be me asking Grok or such like for an idea. It could be from one of the Writing Prompt Books I have. Any where, anything. I’ll take it and write let’s say 8,000 words.
Who knows. Maybe I’ll even get better at writing.
It’ll definitely make this more of a writing journal.
I used to do obits on this site until it got too depressing for me. But some passings are too important not to note.
Sal Buscema is one such fella. He worked on the Incredible Hulk comic back when I was a kid. Thus his depiction of the Hulk is the one I always think of.
Well, when I don’t think of Lou Ferrigno that is.
He worked on a ton of comics I collected, including Spider-man and a cat named Rom Spaceknight. All of his people looked terminally ticked off. It was great.
Sad day.
Watched The Ghost Walks, got a review out of it. Not much else done on the writing front, but hey! Three week buffer. Can we do four?
Last week a God damn mouse nibbled its way through one of my monitors’ power cable. One foot nudge later and I’m down to a single screen. As I’m used to two by this point, I found the situation less than optimal.
Thus the meager funds were depleted for a new one. As I was going spend happy, I bought a new printer. The monitor was to arrive Sunday, the printer near the end of the month.
To my delight, the monitor arrived Saturday. I spent the weekend fiddling with cables until I became sick of fiddling with cables. So I canceled my printer order from one place and made a new one at another. More expensive, but I pick it up tomorrow.
My intent is to hook up the printer and finish with messing with the cables. No doubt more headaches await on that score, but hey! My life.
Once that is done, I’m printing up what I have of the novel’s second draft for my Alpha readers. I’m working more on the second draft. I will finish this bad boy. Hopefully before Spring.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
I have a buffer of two movies for the Sister Site. I have thoughts on one or two more. I need underscore italics bold all caps NEED to write at least one long review. I’m sick of the short ones.
And that’s today’s report. God, it’s good to give a full one.
Very little got done today (or yesterday for that matter.) I recently found notes for monsters for the fantasy world I’m making, so I’m working on them. Tomorrow my buffer of movies at the Sister Site grows one smaller. I’m probably not doing Anaconda after all.
Anyways, journal entry done.
Today I went to see the Anaconda… whatever the hell it is. A group of friends go out to remake the original Anaconda only to be attacked by a real one. Really dumb, really fun.
So I took the weekend off, clearly. Wasn’t because I forgot I was posting every day. Nope.
Nothing to report outside that. Tomorrow I go see a movie. I’m doing good. Broke, but doing good.
Thought I might denote this. Every two week Ken Beggs of Jabootu hosts a watch party. Usually quite painful. Tonight was the gloriously terrible Ghosthouse. God, I love this flick. I got a review of it over at the Sister Site. Check it out! And check the flick out. It’s on YouTube.
I can’t stand it.
I do a little cleaning up to put myself in a better place, and what happens? I end up doing a ton more work that I should. On this I lose what little I had in the process.
Anyway.
Had a dream last night, won’t bore you with the details. Towards the end someone tells me something happens to one of my brother on 11/11. I wake and the time is 3:33. It’s probably nothing, but I wanted a note reminding me of it. Thus.
