You know, after I studied graphic arts at CSUN, the teacher said something about finding a magazine that you really liked and identified with, and working for them.
Well, I looked, but I never found that publication for me.
With the crash of the magazine industry some years back, well, to be honest, I would rather blog what I want, put up my own pictures and videos, and have a dang good time doing it.
The problem with working for a magazine is that you have to pretty much kiss @ss to the editor. You are a hired worker, and that is about it.
It would be nice to get paid, though, that is my problem.
But yeah, I still look at magazines, and I see all of the nice pictures, and the tricky ads, and I wonder if it is all worth it. The ads ruin every magazine. Any attempt to make a complete entity of a publication is destroyed. Then, it becomes soulless like a cheap whore.
Yet, without magazines, many authors would not have a chance to be published.
That's all changed, though. Everybody can publish, even eleven year olds, and they can find an audience even at that age.
I've seen young kids on youtube, and they get hits. They use every charm they got. Sometimes it works, sometimes it is just a kid making a video that goes on for way too long. Most of them don't know how to edit, not that I do all that well, either.
Anyway, it is fun to write. It sure is easy to put words onto a blog. I don't really edit or go over the blogs after I write them. Who cares? Most people don't even care about English anyhow. The only time they do care seems to be when there is a mistake in a movie, and everybody says,"That ain't right! That guy doesn't know how to spell!"
There are a lot of people on the web that just don't care about language. The 'you know what I'm saying' thing only goes so far with me. Not even two inches, because I don't even know what the f**k they are talking about.
After extensive interviews with people, and trust me, I've done a lot, these people don't know what the f**k they are thinking, much less talking about. It's all filler.
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I love Butter's whole routine on South Park about 'you know what I am saying' done in such a white kid manner. I love it.
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There is a woman sitting to the right of me.
There is a song being played now, called, "I Want To Be Lucky In Love".
There is no one else sitting in the front half of the cafe except this woman, and I.
She is moving now.
She said, "Excuse me," quiet as a mouse.
She needed an outlet, so she moved.
It was weird to just have her sitting right next to me for a half hour.
I was thinking maybe she wanted to sit near the window.
I was having a coughing fit from too many cigarettes, and that must have not been very delightful.
Also, a fly was buzzing around me, and that wasn't too pleasant for me.
The door is always open here, so flies can pretty much do what they go**amn want here.
( I re-read the sentence a couple of times, and it just didn't feel like me unless I put a swear word in there. It didn't have the effect I wanted. It seemed to lack punch without the swear. It did not convey the meaning. Now it does, even with the asterisks. Those are the '*' thing of a dings. I never knew they could be the symbol for an arse hole until Kurt Vonnegut showed me they could in 'Breakfast of Champions'. He was a pretty decent writer, you know. I don't think the two movies based on his books were any good, from what I hear. I don't know, I've never bothered to see them.
J.D. Salinger had the same problem with making films from his books. He allowed one to be made from a book of his in 1949, because he needed money at the time, but he didn't think it was a very good movie at all, just some Hollywood hack job, so he never allowed a movie to be made from his books ever again.
They could make a pretty good movie from 'A Catcher in The Rye'. The script would have to be excellent, and the director would really have to know what he is doing. The casting of Holden Caulfield would have to be perfect, otherwise the whole thing would be a waste of time.
Holden is basically J.D. Salinger himself as a young boy, or at least the fictionalized version of himself, so any actor taking on the role of Holden would have to be aware of that.
Holden is a ginger kid, but not sweet like Opey Cunningham was. Holden is the anti-Ritchie Cunningham.
Scott Tenorman from South Park, that kind of character, is more like how Holden should be.
'Dead Poet's Society' with Robin Williams is a film that captures the time of that Holden Caulfield period. Robin really did do a good job in that film. He was marvelous in it.
Just so you know, I still think Robin is a suitable age to reprise his role of Popeye. Shelly Duvall is a little too old to play Olive Oyl, though. Perfect casting for the leads in that film, amazing really. Some things went wrong during that film. Robin was doing a lot of cocaine at the time. Also, it is Hollywood tradition that any movie mad on a set involving water is sure to be a disaster. Too many things go wrong, what with the weather, and the tides, and all.
Nice to be able to write whatever I want here in the cafe. It feels really free. I like it.
I'm ready for another cup of coffee, though.
At two bucks a pop, it gets pretty pricey coming here day after day with no income coming in. I am going to have to work on that.
Actually, I don't know what I am going to do. I am going to have to come up with something, and fast. Or else if I won't, then nothing will happen, and I most definitely want something to happen. I actually really need something to happen.
Man, I sure do love this little portable keyboard. It is so d*mn cute.
I need to see 'Gone With The Wind' and 'The Godfather I and II'. I've never bothered to watch those films except in clips. You can't see everything, you know. Not enough time in this world.
It is a fine day. Now what? I don't know. More coffee. I know you must be excited with all these thrilling details.
I told my friend yesterday that I don't play any musical instruments, but that the laptop was my instrument.
"I can't play anything, but I can type up a storm."
Of course, whether or not my s**t is any good, only time will tell...okay, one second elapsed...I know my work needs some help, but I don't care. I'm just lucky to be doing anything constructive.
I wish this blog had a word count function, so after I finish a blog, it would automatically count the words. That would be cool. I am sure that someday, somebody will program that. I am sure that they have a word count and a word analyzer device at the google home base. I would imagine it is in their interest to analyze what people write, how often, and what their content is. One reason is for keywords, which is big business these days. It is always important to use hot keywords, man.
Man, this cute girl sure does have a nice bottom. I was looking at that. There is always this thing with women, where they have to touch their own ass when they know a guy is looking in that direction. It is a sign that they can touch it, and you can't, and you never will touch it, and it creates envy. They like it. They like the attention at times. At other times, they don't want any attention at all, and just want to be left the hell alone.
Anyways, is this enough for this entry? I don't think I've really written a lot about anything that relates to the title of this article. Instead, I think I have shown that I can meander all over the place.
In any case, I had fun writing this piece, and I hope any human that comes across it has fun reading it. If not, then I have failed.
The only reason to write is for entertain purposes you know. That's the American Way.
The funny thing with me, is people always expect a lot out of me, when for most of the human population, nothing is expected, so I don't know why I have to produce brilliant content. Nobody else has to. I read other people's stuff, and I am somewhat unimpressed, just like anybody reading this blog entry will probably say, "What a load of s**t!"
Well, you can't win them all. Maybe my art teacher was right, that I am just a hack. If that is the case, so be it, but I sure am having a good time, and that's all that matters for me right now. Everything else, I could give a f**k.
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