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2/9/2008

Damnit

File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing, Heart 'o' Darkness — mylo @ 3:47 pm

Ok I decided to keep busy at least with projects. I have three major ones that I want to concentrate on.

Heart ‘o’ Darkness

Just to review, this one is a cross country road trip to find the heart of darkness that lurks within the heart of man. It’s current status, is stalled. I’m still trying to raise up the cash for a vehicle, and/or sponsorship. I think I should stop starting my emails and letters “The heart of darkness infects our nation like a malignant tumor, it is fed through ignorance and fear. This tumor’s name is Gibby. I plan to hunt down and cut it out of it’s host. Gimme money”

    Seriously, isn’t that so much better than “I’m going to drive the roads in a pattern to form a mis-shapen peace sign, freeload as much as possible, and harass countless people to conform to my version of peace. While I’m at it, I’m going to look down at them and be surprised when actual activists for peace think I’m on a joy ride”

    The Novel

    After 100 re-writes, attempts, read throughs, and trashings in workshops, I’m still working on it. I took a couple of breaks mostly because Ms. Brit was leaving and I wanted to spend time with her. Starting monday I’ll be returning to the WR, to start working on it again.

    On a side note, I hate the WR. Sort of, I like the concept and technically I like the room itself. I find the majority of people in that place sort of suck (sadly I only have one person in the whole thing I talk to), but the rest are rather snotty.

      Photography

      I’ve been photographing more, with the Holga mostly. I figured out the issues with the frames on it. I found most of my developing stuff, I need some minor stuff in the way of bottle and chemicals. I found a lab that I really like to handle my color needs. At home though, I have the room for my scanner, and the plan was simple. Develop my b&w here at the apartment, scan in the negatives, then photoshop and print.

        Guess what broke?

        The scanner, God hates me.



        Business Broker

        12/6/2007

        Why?

        File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 4:16 pm

        As you are all in your offices have you ever wondered what was the point? You shift papers from one spot to another, you move emails from one folder to another. You get stupid emails about the office fridge, or people that you barely know that try to squeeze cash from you.

        Chances are that you would never hang out with your office buddies if you met them at school or something.

        If I didn’t need a paycheck, I could very happily stay home and never look at anyone here again. Lets explain something about my co-workers, they are real annoying sometimes.

        I have a preference about my name. I prefer Peter, the whole thing. My dad is called Pete, it was a way to differentiate me and him amongst members of my family and neighbors.

        It stuck, and I think it’s not much to ask. Recently, I made it known after being called Pete for two years because I only have so much patience.

        SO, work sends me to Boston. They have meetings while I was gone. It’s the usual crap so I wasn’t missing much. If I needed to know, I’m pretty sure they would have briefed me when I come back.

        Sure enough I was right, I had a PPT file waiting for me in my inbox. I looked through it during my second double-shot, mostly it was just crap until the last slide. Team building to raise my morale (by a Scavenger hunt, HA! Give me a damn few days off scott free, so you can build me a private office with its own bathroom and concierge and then we’ll talk), and “Pete will no longer be called Pete, it is PeteR (sic)”

        It’s a fucking SIMPLE FUCKING request. There was no need to single me out due to one letter, and a extra syllable. It’s not like I want to be called Captain Awesome (ok I do), in seriousness.

        FUCK! If I can bring a Dev Kit home, transfer builds onto it I would be in heaven.



        Business Broker

        10/24/2007

        Thirty

        File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 10:54 pm

        Holy shit.

        omigod

        oh no

        Jesus

        I made it.  I’m 30.  Well going to be in about a half hour.  I’m sort of feeling my brain half way freezing up.  It doesn’t feel real, I don’t feel any different.

        No not true.

        I feel a little lost.  Sometimes, I feel like the world passed by and I’m still here.  Not so much like I feel like I missed stuff (which I do think I missed out on a few things), but more like has the world gone crazy?

        I don’t know.  30 it’s here and it’ll be here for another 10 years.  It scares me.



        3/22/2007

        No Miracles, Merciful God, or Happy Endings

        File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 7:52 pm

        Sorry to ruin it for you.  Better you hear it from me than some other fucktard.



        1/27/2007

        sick

        File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 12:06 am

        just lemme alone to die. all i wanna do now is watch star wars the original editions, apocalypse now, and sleep.

        sleeeeeeeeeeeep



        1/13/2007

        Boston Marriage?….oh…..OHHHHHH!

        File under... My Shitty Life — mylo @ 2:36 pm

        AntizeroM (2:21:38 PM): I walked back to my hotel last night after haning out with some friends
        AntizeroM (2:21:57 PM): on the bottom of the hotel is a bar, and it was weird
        AntizeroM (2:21:58 PM): no women
        AntizeroM (2:22:00 PM): at all
        AntizeroM (2:22:22 PM): i then realized i haven’t seen a single woman anywhere in the hotel.  Not at the front desk or hanging in the hallways or anything.
        AntizeroM (2:22:44 PM): then when I got to my room I noticed there was a single rainbow flag outside my window.  It all then clicked
        AntizeroM (2:22:57 PM): I am now quite literally scared for my ass
        DAVER1074 (2:27:24 PM): LOL
        AntizeroM (2:27:42 PM): thank you
        DAVER1074 (2:29:37 PM): thats funny….disturbing, and funny
        AntizeroM (2:30:16 PM): yeah, I think a gay bar should be listed in the amenities.  I don’t care but I want a heads up
        AntizeroM (2:33:02 PM): it does explain why it’s so cheap though



        1/9/2007

        A funny thing happend on the way to bean town

        File under... My Shitty Life, On Writing — mylo @ 9:01 pm

        So I’m packing up happily thinking about all the Red Sox fans I’m going to taunt, about my british friend who I’m going to point out where his people were slaughtered, and all the assholes I’m going to ask “Is it that hard to say car, or are you just retahded?”

        Then I get the email,

        I have processed your application and wanted to invite you in for a
tour.  I know this is last minute but I was wondering if you were
available tomorrow, Wednesday, at 4:00 p.m.?   Please let me know
either way.

        Oh crap it’s The Writers Room! I wasn’t expecting a reply back for months! Clint told me that they already contacted him, but still I didn’t think. Fuck! I’ve been looking to get away for months now. So I was about to ask to reschedule, I mean by 4 pm I was hoping to be halfway across conn.

        Then I began thinking, what if this is a test? What if they want to see my dedication by asking me to come at almost the last minute? What if someone else grabs my spot, and there will be no room.

        Then I was thinking “well I can always write at the office and home, right?”

        Put it this way I’m, still at work, I haven’t even opened up my laptop because I was so distracted by someones pet project. At home, I have to listen to fights in spainish, loud obnoxious salsa (or whatever it is), gun shots, and sirens until 2 am. Then it still goes on, but by then I’m too wiped to even notice.

        Then on the weekend the noise starts sometime on friday night, and goes on until 4am monday morning.

        I looked at my train ticket, and then I looked at my drafts. I sigh, and start putting everything back in it’s drawers.

        Fenway will still be there thursday.



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