Effing Liar

tombstoneOkay, now what the Hell was I thinking? You know, all that talk of “retiring” from blogging?

Turns out it was more of a lie than anything else. Well, there was some reasoning behind it but after sitting in front of the computer and doing some research, I came to one solid conclusion: my dreams of every becoming a screenwriter should be permanently buried. No seriously, they should.

You see, we writers certainly have our heads full of fantastic ideas, of churning out the next Hollywood blockbuster and laughing all the way to the bank. To see your ideas, your characters, your baby on the silver screen is the ultimate goal and that’s what I was aiming for when I decided to (temporarily) step away from blogging.

But the road to screenwriting fame and fortune is riddled with setbacks, heartaches, and plenty of frustration. And at this point in my life I don’t want to subject myself to any more that I can’t already handle.

As reader Harna so eloquently pointed out, my blog is indeed therapeutic and as someone that finds comfort in expressing himself through said outlet, pulling the proverbial plug on it just didn’t make much sense when I looked at it from afar.

The way I see it, I could sit in front of the computer and try to figure out character arcs, so-called Big Events, rewrite, revise, etc. and once I felt I was just a step away from polishing a turd, I then would have to figure out how to market the damned screenplay, not to mention the whole WGA registration process and whatnot. Shit, I could be 50 by the time anything came to fruition and who knows if anything would be the same once it was out of my hands.

Once it was all over, there would be a paycheck for all of my troubles—maybe.

P’shaw. I think exchanging all that for something a bit more real, aka my ridiculous daily thoughts and adventures, is a much better idea. My money problems? They will be resolved. Job issues? Whatever; I’ll go to work for 8 hours and bitch about them when I get home.

Whether you like it or not, I’m back from the shortest. Retirement. Ever. And while it feels good to say that, I’m wondering which one of you jokers won the bet you made with yourself.

Besides all this, WordPress has introduced even more features that I’m itching to try. These guys never stop working.

And with all that said, I’m still avoiding that ultimate time-waster of a Web site as I don’t need anymore notifications about lost Farmville cows or people sending me “drinks.” It just gets to be silly…

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A Kind of Retirement

For over 5 years, I’ve feverishly pounded away at the keyboard with (ir)regular frequency in the hopes that readers and passersby alike would be entertained, enlightened, humored, or pissed off by what I’ve said. And for the most part, I’d say I’ve succeeded by the feedback I’ve received.

But as you have probably noticed, recently my posts have been getting few and far between, quite simply because I’ve been running thin on topics to cover or things to talk about–or my willingness to share at all. You see, as I get progressively older, I’m beginning to wonder if these little facets of my life should be publicly documented and / or broadcast to a worldwide audience, one that may not even be remotely interested in what I have to say.

I have used my blog as an outlet, my podium for pontification about everything from my life to the meaningless news coverage of California wildfires. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it but with a child starting kindergarten in September, the whole layoff thing in March and currently working a job that is not worth waking up for (and the need to figure out what in the Hell I’m going to do next), offers for lousy jobs that make me question my own self-worth, financial problems to contend with, and everything else that comes with realizing that the Grim Reaper is rapidly approaching me, the blog thing is beginning to take a back seat as I decide how to navigate my way through the mess that lies before me.

It’s amazing how getting screwed in the eye can change your perspective on things.

Then there’s Facebook, a place where, to paraphrase the late, great Freddy Fender, I’ve wasted plenty of days and nights by living a slightly voyeuristic lifestyle, frequently checking to see what my Friends have been up to–and not approving a plethora of silly game and so-called Cause requests. In addition to all that, I closed my MySpace account a few weeks ago because I simply was not using it and didn’t want to anymore. IMing? Please. I haven’t logged in to Trillian in months and I rarely use Twitter, save for posting tweets promoting my latest posts.

When it comes to having an online presence, it seems I’m getting to be kind of like Marlon Brando was in his later years: reclusive and private, but in my case, not watching my waistline exponentially increase to [g]astronomical proportions.

And I’m getting accustomed to that.

Reluctantly, I am choosing to put a halt on blogging for good. While I know I’ve taken breaks in the past and have rebounded within a week or sooner, I think the time is right to step away and put it aside indefinitely while I focus on life in private, to be simply Citizen Dave and Daddy.

That’s not to say I’m disappearing for good, no. I may still post now and then so don’t delete me from your RSS feed if you want to read my most recent posts. And if you’re really interested in staying in touch, you can always e-mail me with the address listed on the Contacts page.

Thanks, all. It’s been fun and I’ve had a blast communicating with all of you.

Note: While at work today, I kept listening to Jackie DeShannon’s “When You Walk in the Room” over and over again. My mind drifted while it played and I thought, “What a brilliant song this would be for a final scene of a romantic comedy.”

And so it begins…

Now playing: Woody Guthrie – Dusty Old Dust (So Long, It’s Been Good To Know You)
via FoxyTunes

Sitting in Urgent Care

More later…


UPDATE: Long story short, while loosening a screw, it flew out of the hole and bounced off of my eye. It is scratched but looks to be fine; have antibiotic drops. Will go back tomorrow for check-up.

Miss Communication

E-mail from a sales rep. And these morons make more than me, why?


Random Work Thoughts

Here’s just a random slice of some of the things that went through my head today, as jotted in my iPod Touch and e-mailed to me once I got home where I added the links.

Note that there was nothing special about taking notes today; I just wanted felt like doing it.


(Regarding the signing of a birthday card of someone I don’t know): If I do, I do; if I don’t, I don’t.

What the fuck is that squeaking?

Tom Waits would never win American Idol, and that’s cool with me (and probably Tom Waits, too).

Come on, 3:30…

Who really let the dogs out?

The good thing about riding to work today: lots of calories burned. The bad: I’m tired as Hell.

Damn, that lady has one ugly kid. Poor thing fell from the Ugly Tree and hit every branch on the way down.

I hate sales reps.

Just saw that kid’s mom up close. Bastard never had a chance.

(With each paper I flip through): This job sucks, kill me now…this job sucks, kill me now…

“Cross over to Bridgeburger, and cross over to pleasure!” (It’s doubtful many people will get that. Do you?)

Is it 3:30 yet?

I still don’t have a computer at my desk but I don’t seem to mind because when someone asks if I got “the e-mail,” I can enthusiastically point to the gaping hole on my desk where the computer should be.

We (Ann and I) were so much better off financially in 2006. What the Hell happened?

Damn carpetbaggers…

(Soto voce, while playing on my iPod): “Yesterday…all my troubles seemed so far away…now it looks as though they’re to stay…oh, I believe in yesterday…”

Boom! Headshot!

Can’t wait until our Disneyland Annual Passes are not blocked out. I need an escape for a few hours–or a day.

Woah, who needs Dinseyland? I just totally disconnected from work for a minute there. I need to remember how I did it so I can do it again for…the next 6.5 hours.

My muse must be summoned, and now.

I wonder what they are going to be filming at the park (which was used for Dexter not long ago). Guess I have to make a sidetrip on my way home today. (Update: methinks it was a commercial and not a big production.)

I can’t believe some people use an AOL e-mail address for their business–how tacky. Yeesh, even I have a personalized account and who the Hell am I? But much like those who have the Jesus fish on their ads, a business with an @AOL address immediately tells me who to avoid.

Think of a story for a book. Write it. Kiss this job goodbye.

“Hello, Mudda…hello, Fadda…”

I seriously think I’m having a nervous breakdown. (A few seconds pass.) Nope, just bored out of my effing skull.

Did my supervisor just refer to me as John?

If I keep blocking Status Updates from Facebook “Friends” I might as well cancel my account. (Thinks.) No, I just need to spend less time there.

(Upon overhearing “Margaritaville” playing on the piped-in radio station in the office): Jimmy Buffett sucks. Fuckin’ a, he sucks. STFU, you fucking idiot. Who enjoys that shit you call music?

(While listening to Loretta Lynn’s “When the Tingle Becomes A Chill“): I should really write a country song.

Oh, leave me alone already…

Why did that Rice Crispies Square taste kind of pickly?

It’s 3:30. Thank God.

…and that’s what runs through my brain most of the time. Be afraid.

One more thing. I found the infamous Pimps N’ Hos picture that I mentioned in this post. In fact, a cropped version is now my new banner but if you want to see the uncropped version, here you go:


Note that the picture was found in a kitchen drawer and sustained some damage, but it’s still not that bad.

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