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Wednesday, April 20th, 2016
5:46 pm - Happy Birthday Adolf Hitler on 4:20

The Waldos, Dead Heads and Nazis were the same anyway. Idiots with idiotic goals blindly going towards idiotic ends.

Trust me on this I'm right.

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Friday, April 15th, 2016
1:09 am - Sax and Violins
Appreciation for the band known as Limp Bizkit is not something one would see very often. Especially not from me. Knowing I like them might actually come as a shock to you even. The band has been disregarded by many and I think it breaks down to that they think they're just some loud crappy band who sing about two things, getting some and beating people up or as it's known the world over Sex and Violence. Yet the truth is? Almost every band of all time has only ever written about two things, sex and violence. Sometimes they write about drugs, sometimes about love, sometimes about depression or life or fame, but in the end it's all about sex and violence. Every rock band. Name a rock band, name a pop group, a pop singer, all the songs have something about sex and violence because they go hand in hand.

That isn't just in music though. Look at everything. Movies, TV, Video Games, all of them have some kind of element of both sex and violence. Even the family friendly or PG shows. Even the G shows. Turn on Nickelodeon, turn on Disney. At any time during the day. It doesn't matter, whatever is on will have elements. Even the little kids shows. Sure not heavily but there will be some character with "sex appeal" and there will some slapstick, trip, something to do with violence and sometimes... they'll be the same part of the show. It's just the way of the world. It's what we know. Even when wrestling tries to be family friendly, how can it truly be so? It is men and/or women in clothing which accentuate parts of the body causing some kind of erotic derision and these people are hitting each other. Boom, sex and violence. It's everywhere. You can't escape it. Even when two ice creams, a 100 year old british gentleman and a princess fight three monsters and a savage with humor involved there's plentyof sex and violence.

You can't even escape with Muppets. That show actually had its second pilot developed under the title of Sex and Violence. That was Jim Henson's original pitch. A fully adult program with puppets. Now the show itself didn't have much of either, it's the title! The material definitely had plenty of sex and violence also though. Awkward sex and violence at that since it's puppets who once in awhile interact with people. The first pilot was just a concept of what the final program that eventually got accepted into production was but way more adult then that Muppets got (and Muppets got adult). It starred Mia Farrow.

There's also that second pilot like I said which was also really weird and strange. If you've ever seen the Henson sketches on SNL then you know how weird he got. That was the drugs though, so see? Sex and Violence and sometimes drugs.

By now you think I've forgotten about Limp Bizkit with all this tangential speak of sex and violence. You'd be wrong. Very wrong. Limp Bizkit is a collective of some seriously talented musicians. Drummer John Otto was classically trained, he even has taught drums through Star Education and his flow as a rapper is so good Bizkit could have him at the lead, but it would be a very different group.

Durst and John's sensibilities converging are a stronger production IMHO. Otto is a good enough drummer that he's been part of straight up rock album projects as well though.

Bassist Sam Rivers is just a constant who's lines are pure and strong, which have had Marilyn Manson among others requested him to play on tracks. DJ Lethal, the turntablist and as much a part of the sound as everyone became famous as a member House of Pain. He's since left Bizkit but he has a legacy simply for being part of a song anyone from the 90s or anyone who's ever been to a bar or maybe just lived life knows.

Lead guitarist Wes Borland is my personal favorite, from his fashion choices to just his intensity. When he left LB temporarily and then returned and then the band hiatused (sic) again he became part of two projects in those times that showed how his pure rock sensibilities add a backbone to Bizkit that would be missing without him as the others are definitely more hip-hop. BigDumbface was a project he did his brother and gave birth to the video Duke Lion.

Following that he founded a much more serious group called Black Light Burns that showed how absolutely brilliant he can be. Now of course I'm not saying you'll love him, but I do and in two videos he really speaks to Sex and Violence. "Lie" off their first studio album "Cruel Melody"

and "How To Look Naked" off their second, which is also a bit of a mini movie.

Still laying down the framework for liking Limp Bizkit is hard. Admittedly this is still the group who did "Nookie", "Rolling", and "Break Stuff" (all songs I happen to love but the songs that I think gave them disdain). Now if you just can't stand any hip-hop you'll never appreciate what Durst, Rivers, Lethal, Otto and Borland have created for years, but keep an open mind, an open ear and let you realize negativity breeds positivity at times and in this deep dark world it breaks down to the basest desires and you might just find yourself needs some Sect and Vylance....Syxx and Vilince... Ceks and Vileance. Anyway you spell it, it's still the same.
Here's Limp Bizkit at their best... not a lot of sex, a little violence, a lot of truth.

written and recorded fortherealljidol Friends and Rivals Mini-Season Topic 18 (or is it 19)-“John Otto"

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Tuesday, April 12th, 2016
4:19 pm - Swap Meet Stuff
It was Swap Meet day on Sunday. I made out amazingly well. Back in the day when I was more active in LJ and also would go to used stores and spend more money than I should I used to make lists like this all the time. Go look if you care.

Anyways here's what I got (for the great price of 0/ZERO) and I got a lot, some of it fairly expensive stuff too.
BOOKS (novels, YA, graphic novels, autobio, childrens):

The Tipping Point, Outliers-The Story of Success and What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell
How It Ended by Jay McInery
Americana by Ray Davies (of the Kinks)
The Calder Game by Blue Balliett (illustrated by Brett Helquist)
The Tales of Beedle the Bard by J.K. Rowling
The Savage Land by Chris Claremont (art by Michael Golden, Dave Cockrum & Bob McLeod)
The Woods Vol.1: The Arrow by James Tynion IV & Michael Dialynas
G.I. Joe Special Missions by Larry Hama (art by Herb Trimpe)
The Daily Show with John Stewart Presents AMERICA (The Book)
Kane Chronicles: The Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan
Les Enfants Terribles by Jean Cocteau
The Dangerous Animals Club by Stephen Toblowsky (actor memoir)
A Highley Unlikely Hero Or, A Neetsa Pizza Employee's Guide To Saving The World by Rachel Cantor
Abandon The Old In Tokyo by Yoshiro Tatsumi
Cradle and All by James Patterson
Substitute Creacher by Chris Gall
Erec Rex (Books 1-4) by Kaza Kingsley
Jedi Academy by Jeffrey Brown
The Death Cure (Maze Runner 3) by James Dashner
Monster by Walter Dean Meyers
The Brain-Dead Megaphone by George Saunders
Inkdeath by Cornelia Funke
It's Always Something by Gilda Radner
A pocketbook Beatles songbook
The Brand New Monty Python Papperbok
off the record: Songwriters on Songwriting by Graham Nash

Goo Goo Dolls, Don Henley, Ugly Kid Joe, Eric Clapton, frau frau, The Cure (3 albums), Jon Bon Jovi, Sammy Hagar, one-t, Billy Idol, and Tom Petty.
Also got season 1-3 of WEEDS on Showtime

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Friday, April 8th, 2016
1:19 pm - One Day I Shall Die...
My father died I don't know when. When I say this I mean as each year passes I forget the amount. Was it five? Was it six? Maybe it was 7. I lost track at a certain point, but I've yet to honestly get over it because I spent so much time trying to brave it then accept it. What I fear more than anything though is I don't think he has either. Not till I find myself in a place better than I am in. Not till I have found that certain someone. Till I have figured out a career path where I can be successful, consistent and satisfied. I feel his ghost, his presence, but it's not strong enough to give me guidance. Much as it was in the last 5 years of his life.

It was during that time he had cancer of his kidney after years of his body failing him more and more because of Parkinson's which also brought upon scoliosis. It was also around then when I as the son became the father to my dad. While still trying to maintain a life, build a career, I felt the unasked of burden to help my mother with his care. I didn't need to do this. I could've focused clearly on me. Gotten myself out of the house, found some kind of high paying job, met a woman, gotten married, had kids. I didn't do this. I spent 25-30 in a weird place. I lived my life and tried things, but I think I personally stunted myself because succeeding would mean actually leaving. I guilted (sic) myself into feeling I had to be the one who was there for my dad instead of living life as hard I could to make up for the fact that he couldn't. I didn't waste those years. I did a lot, I accomplished a lot. Just not as much as I think I could.

At the rate I'm going I don't think I will either. I'm not resigned to it. I plan to keep striving and trying to achieve, but I feel like there's a heavy chance I'll leave this world with many regrets. I shouldn't regret anything. Life is what it is. We make our mistakes, we fail, we make critical mistakes, things we can never take back. We'll regret them forever. We can't. If we do, then that's the end of it. We regret. We never get forgiven. We never will be in some cases, but if we can forgive ourself, then maybe we can move on. Yet, deep down I feel at times I'll never break this cycle of self dread, self hate, and a feel of failing. One that I set myself up for and one I can change and even when I change will find a way to destroy. It's my nature. It's what I think what my dad was trying to tell me on his death bed when he told me to not make his mistakes. He was just as destructive to himself.

Even before the Parkinson's I think he sought to destroy things without meaning to. He was in an 8 year mentally & I think physically abusive relationship with an alcoholic before he met my mother. I think it was not much longer before. I don't know exactly. It may have been before he moved down South for awhile at a job that didn't last or maybe it was an on again off again and the last time is when he moved to California for a couple months only to come back to NYC. He got a bit luckier than me though. He met my mom. He fell in love. They actually truly enjoyed each other. My mom's relationship history was pretty shaky too. Two annulled marriages, one divorce. I think in her case her biggest regret will be me. Not having me. Just me not living to my full potential.

As I wake up every day I sometimes I think it could easily be my last day. It worries me that my legacy won't be as grand as I hoped. Then I remember all the amazing things I have done. All the amazing things I will do. All the regrets I need to not have because I'm going to get many more. Especially if I achieve the things I want. Love, children, successful career. Those will bring a whole new slew of problems. If/when I get to them I'll at least probably released my father's regrets for his spirit to soar and definitely my mother's, hopefully while she is still in mortal coil to experience it.

ADDENDUM: To detail just the hell of life. Pursuit of greatness. Having no regrets when you die. Being stressed to no end. Wishing you were dead, but knowing living is the best death. Yesterday after resisting for weeks cause I had a bad feeling I allowed the wiring people to come into our apartment to do repairs demanded by the landlords. Hours later there are holes everywhere, covered by masking tape, they didn't clean up fully, they have to come back and make MORE holes before they can patch them. On top of that, they make gouging holes, including on the very expensive irreplaceable, unfixable stucco in my kitchen. Finally, my WiFi router got shorted out when they turned off the power without a warning shot, so I was without internet for the entire day. I after various testing and tries had to go out in the pouring rain to make sure it was definitely dead and if so purchase a new one. The stores for this are not close. Staples is 3/4ths of a mile, but they didn't have what I needed in stock at reasonable price/quality. So off to Best Buy/Target another mile away... the rain even harder now. The router was completely fried, so a new one was bought and the two mile walk back home was made (resisting Brownies and then White Castle, because once again regrets vs. regrets). The receipt is going to my landlord. I'm back on the Internet. You are reading this. I am full of regret. I will not let that regret follow me to the death.

written and recorded fortherealljidol Friends and Rivals Mini-Season Topic 17-“Deathbed Regrets"

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Friday, April 1st, 2016
6:30 pm - Monster Love
They've been telling us that monsters are lovable for 100s of years. Monsters aren't always the dark evil creatures they appear to be. I'm sure there's parables to this in the bible, in mythology (both Greek & Roman), in Chinese legends, but I'm pretty sure the one with the most impact is Beauty & The Beast. A story that is said to go back thousands of years and has a multitude of versions. Although the ones we are most familiar are the French compilations of the fairy tales from the late 1700s. It was then that various writers including musicians and composers brought the tale of Belle and the Beast to a permanent life which would become the worldwide phenomenon that has been translated and reinterpreted so many times.

Of course the most famous at this point is Disney's animated feature but before that and since there's been so many media adaptations you can basically build a wall of them. Jean Cocteau's classic 40's adaptation is considered a truly beautiful film. It wasn't the only film though, there have been many actually. Silent films prior to Cocteau, many TV film adaptations but some are to be noted. It was to be D-list Movie director Edward Kahn's (famous for teenage dramas and schlock sci-fi) last work from a script by equally D-list writers and it starred a bunch of no name characters actors who if you see their face you go "that person" but you don't remember their name or where you saw them. Notable was also the Cannon adaptation starring Rebecca De Mornay who at the time was famous as the girl from Risky Business. There was also a 70's TV movie where George C. Scott of all people played the Beast. Ruby-Spears Animation did their own version with a script by comics writers Steve Gerber & Martin Pasko with now legendary voice actors Robert Ridgely (Tarzan, Flash Gordon, Thundarr, and his last role ever... The Colonel James in Boogie Nights), Janet Waldo (Judy Jetson, Penelope Pitstop) and Alan Young (Wilbur of Mr. Ed and since 1989 Scrooge McDuck) voicing the main roles. A dark Z-List direct-to-video that also aired on SyFy made in Australia came out more recently. Most recently was a highly lauded new adaptation by Christophe Gans starring Vincent Cassell and Léa Seydoux. This last one from 2014 I have truly wanted to see but have not yet. Still to come is Disney tackling the tale again much like they did with a lice-action Cinderella.

On top of those movies though are the two TV series which are more truly very loosely based on Beauty and the Beast and create a cool mythos. Especially the first season of the 1987 series with Linda Hamilton and Ron Perelman. I know basically nothing about the CW show, but I hear it was actually good and will be going into a final season this summer. I should check it out.

All this talk about Beauty and the Beast was all a preface though. As fun and crazy the love between a prince turned Beast and his young sexy forced prisoner turned lover can be, the love between a monster and a child? That is some really quality stuff.

If you were a child of the 80's you knew all about My Pet Monster. The very popular toy was designed by American Greetings which means whoever really came up with is probably lost forever. Just like who the creator of Rainbow Brite, Care Bears, etc. really was. It doesn't matter though. It was a big plush doll with handcuffs. It had a cartoon produced by multiple studios. Before that though there was a movie which basically had no relation to the cartoon or the mythos of the actual toy but it was licensed by American Greetings. It tells of a young boy and his sister and a statue spell that turns the boy into a monster and a mad scientist who chases them.

Think I'm kidding? Watch it right here. It featured Alyson Court who would go on to be the sexiest Canadian clown ever (Loonette of The Big Comfy Couch... and if you think I'm crazy, go watch some of that show, Loonette is a babe), as well as Yannick Bisson (High Tide & Murdoch Mysteries) and Colin Fox (who if you aren't Canadian, you'd know best from Tommy Boy). It definitely shows that a Monster doesn't have to be a monster.

A movie that does it even better though is Howie Mandel and Fred Savage in Little Monsters. Howie Mandel is literally the Monster under the bed and he and Fred go on an adventure in monster world. It's probably one of my favorite films ever if such a list really existed. It was the idea of Rossio and Elliot who went on to concieve Small Soldiers, Pirates of the Carribean and more.

I have so much more I can say about it, but I feel it speaks best for itself. Learn what friendship is, what love really is, tat friendship is love and friends can be whoever gains your heart.

Of course there's also Pixar's Monster's Inc. which I still believe has a connection to Little Monsters as Scully looks a like the bad guy in Little Monsters.

Before I close out though I have to mention one more love story between a monster and a lovely lady. David Fincher's The Fly. That is pure love. True love. Energized love. Yet sometimes, a monster is a monster and as much as you love them, they will be monsters.

written and recorded fortherealljidol Friends and Rivals Mini-Season Topic 16-“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it."

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Friday, March 25th, 2016
7:14 pm - A mass of scars-spoken word
Haphazzardly I looked at the clock. Less than hour to go, the thoughts in my brain but not on the page. I know these stories, I've told them a thousand times. Even here on in LJ Idol. I've shared photos. expereinces, how can I switch it up? How can I make it different? How can I do this and post it in quick time?

Well here's one way... the words on the head to the page take longer than to the mouth. At least for me.

I recorded a talk. You get to hear me speak about injuries and then tangent off the way only I can, also I show my face and be genuine yet unprepared.

written and recorded fortherealljidol Friends and Rivals Mini-Season Topic 15-Just put a bandaid on it

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Sunday, March 20th, 2016
4:20 pm - Stuff and things.

Testing the quality of writing something within the LJ app on my Samsung phone just on case I have no choice for awhile. 

My computer is dying and I don't know if it's just the hard-drive or the the video card or both or more.  So I don't know what needs replacing or what that'd cost parts and labor vs. Finding a new computer of equal to better then this one in specs (pretty high specs at that for an older system.) I'm broke though so who knows.

I mean broke.  Like fuck my life broke.  Well okay not that broke but not buy new computer while still paying off a new cell phone broke and not having income.  That kinda broke.

Anyways that's that.  I can at least post to LJ from here okay, if not in a style that allows thoughts to flow best.

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Tuesday, March 15th, 2016
5:57 pm - Okay, Talking To You!
On a day in June 1985 Mick Jagger took a last minute flight to London. While he was 50,000 miles high in the sky David Bowie sat in Abbey Road recording tracks for the soundtrack to Julien Temple's adaptation of the second novel in Colin MacInnes' London trilogy Absolute Beginners (including the title track) [1]; which is a love story taking place in the summer of 1958's Notting Hill race riots. The film itself was a complete flop, but has gained a cult following since and the tracks Bowie recorded were very loved especially a cover of "Volare"[2]. Bowie's sang the original Italian version which was a huge hit in 1958 during the time period of the film.

The plan was for Mick and David to lay down vocals and a few instrumentals for a charity track. Covering the motown song made famous by Martha and the Vandellas "Dancing in the Street"[3]. Originally they planned to do the song live at LIVE AID from two different locations, but satellite feed tests said the only way this could happen was if they lip-synched. Refusing to do this the consolation was to quickly record the song that Bob Geldof had requested and create a music video to be played on the telecast.

Live Aid was in part conceived by the former lead singer of The Boomtown Rats, most famous for the song "I Don't Like Mondays"[4] and also for staring in Pink Floyd's The Wall[5]. The concert was a 16 hour production from two locations designed to raise awareness and money for assistance in relieving Ethiopia's prevalent famine issue.

One may never know why this was the song Bob chose, but it was a raucous number perfect for the duo. Before them the song was recorded and released by The Mamas and the Papas[6], The Grateful Dead[7], and Van Halen[8]. The song itself was actually co-written by Marvin Gaye who unless there's a demo never recorded the song himself.

Mick and David rewrote a few lyrics. David's bandmates played the main beats. The horn section was done in NYC. After four hours plus Mick's ego a version was recorded (which would later be over produced by a multitude of people). They dropped the version onto a tape and headed to the Drydocks to meet with long-time David Bowie video director David Mallet (who also directed I Don't Like Mondays, as well many of Queen, Joan Jett and Def Leppard's videos). Completely improvised with ideas from Bowie and Mallet they shot all night long until 5 in the morning with 2 hours of editing to get it approved, prepped and set to air on July 7th and get the charity agreement done a music video[9] which became the ridicule of many for years came to exist.

It eventually even became a punchline of the adult animated sitcom Family Guy [10] which uses cutaways and awkward segue ways usually poking fun at pop-culture mostly in a cruel and demeaning manner that is not always funny and more critical of entertainment including itself.

Yet what Peter Griffin says is true. That happened, and we let it happen.

We also let Lionel Richie dance in a street. Not The Streets because he was actually on a sound stage but none the less [11]. As an extra aside, The Cleveland Show used "All Night Long" for a bit as well. I think Seth MacFarlane secretly loves all the same music I do but isn't willing to admit so he uses it in a sarcastic manner to deflect his un-needed shame.

I have NO shame to admit I love the silliness of the video made by Bowie, Jagger and Mallet. Especially under the circumstances. They threw on clothes or just wore exactly the same clothes they had on after four hours of trying to record a cover for charity. Mick flew is specifically for it right from a plane to the studio. Bowie had already been in there for hours prior. Sleep deprived, jet lagged, exhausted, they had to finish something cause they agreed to it. They fell into that weird groove that all really good friends do.

Family Guy jokes it's the gayest music video ever made. Yet I want you to think what you'd make if you and your really good friend spent a bunch of hours arguing, singing, convalescing and trying to make something you didn't create your own and then had to make something ELSE without sleeping in between so you might have done some drugs or whatever to stay awake. I'm betting it'd be pretty fucking gay. I know from experience with my best friend and brother who unlike David and Mick have never been physically intimate and never will be it'd still be pretty "gay"... cause that's just what happens. You lose all sanity, you lose all insecurities, you just get crazy. I can just imagine Mallet from 5 AM-7AM that next day going "How the hell do I turn this into anything?!?" and realizing it was THAT or nothing and nothing was unacceptable.

Nothing isn't ALWAYS unacceptable, but something is usually better. At least something speaks to your mind at the moment, something creates a discussion, something allows more. Nothing is... well nothing. Yet, reflecting back to an earlier post, if we came from nothing, how was there ever something.

The answer? Who cares? We should go dancing in the streets.

(Numbered links are for reference for those unfamiliar with any of the songs/videos cited or to expand your experience)

written & researched fortherealljidol Friends and Rivals Mini-Season Topic 14- Dancing in the Street

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Friday, March 11th, 2016
1:58 pm - When Words Are Not Enough
There many sayings in life. They can be played with, switched up wrapped around. They speak of colors, minerals, natural occurences, mishaps, miracles, experieces, all wrapped up in a bundle of sentence that is supposed to reflect a situation in a hole and evoke an emotion. In ways they are as menaingless as anything else in this world and in other ways more meaningful than whatever ever truly sage and wise thing one could say. Jumbled or reverse they mean the same thing.

I therefore think I am.
Two bushes in the hand is worth a bird.

Sometimes it's just fun to drum a bang and song a sing.

Other times it's fun to image with mess around to collage a create.

written & recorded fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 12- pick your poison, I went on a roll

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Friday, March 4th, 2016
11:26 am - The Other side! Awooogahhhhh TOGA TOGA TOGA!! Tank you veddy much.
When you look into my eyes
You may not recognize
but these pupils share their soul with the sinners
while painting on the side
of a wall that becomes the pride
of those who live fast, die hard, and keep their capes on
We are a lonely few
some whose stars shined bright and burnt too early
others just waiting for the spaceship to take us home
Biding the time
We committed all the crimes
while caught for some
others were punished
the rest ran free
gleefully above the clouds
Although you may seem strange
to me you're all the same
just adrift in this ocean of forever

Adrift we lie across the backs of those we've been made to starve
Forever allowing the myriad break
If design be jokes of my own
then laughter is a dish best served cold and with a fresh dollop of shaved ice and chocolate syrup

The reveal: I have enjoyed the use of psychedelics many a time. They have always been interesting experiences. Yet one of the most intriguing is when I found myself at a table playing poker with some of my biggest performance influences ever. It was then I noticed how similar they were as people and performers and how while I dreamed to be like them as performers, wanted to not become the people they are. They died younger than I am now. They also achieved way more success then I have, but that success drove them to be in the situations that brought forth their death. In a place of more money, more indulgence, more temptation I could easily be an alcoholic, a sex addict, or a million other vices that would probably killed me long ago or put in a path of danger. Yet, being at that poker game in my mind was one of the greatest experiences. After the long conversation I had with Jim, John and Andy I found myself on a boat in the shape of a snake like dragon being guided by an old Chinese man who was much like something out of a Shaw Brothers film.

As stated that trip was just one. I have been able to find ways to return to those dreams through various practices... meditation, R.E.M., daydream. They're just a place that bring a smile to my place and remind me that I should just keep on doing what I'm doing but always try a little harder all the time.

written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 11- take your pick, I just blazed off the subjects

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Friday, February 26th, 2016
9:40 pm - Blame Stephanie Tanner for All This!
Writer's Block Intro (in which I somehow use all but two of the topics): The next chapter in THIS IS SOMETHING would be basically a Porqui Story. It would explain the details of where Giovanni came from, who the shadow creatures are, the truth about his father, how Hell has come to Earth, and create a feeling that everything you've ever known means nothing. We are the occhiolism. We are insignificant in this big universe and this chapter would make you feel that immensely. Unfortunately, while it's in my head conceptually bringing it from there to prose via either descriptive paragraphs or dialogue is not approaching me. I can only hope that whatever I do now write about below causes to be innocuous to my standing in LJ Idol. I feel it is more important to hold a bye for real reasons than writer's block. I already did that once and I feel guilty and if I could go backwards in time I would've written something. Anything. Just words to a page. I could do that with THIS IS SOMETHING but I feel it now deserves more justice. It started a simple LJ Idol thing and by the end of chapter three it steam rolled. It is something, something deserving of proper time and attention. While I could write whatever, hope you enjoyed it and then rewrote it later with more care and concern it would be a true disservice to you, to me, to Gio, to Mia, and even to Carmine and especially to Hell and the Earth.

If wishes were fishes then I'd order sushi all day and wish for it be non fattening 10000%. Just don't give me shrimp because I'm allergic. That's exactly what would happen though if I wished for that sushi with the monkey's paw which is the only way the sushi could ever be that healthy. The rice would be mixed with little bits of shrimp and I would have no clue and as I was eating what I thought was the greatest sushi ever I would begin to go into anaphylactic shock I believe (Let's never test this theory).

Although if it did happen, my luck would be someone would grab the monkey's paw and wish that I would get immediate doctor care. Which would happen. Alien doctors would suddenly transport me to their ship and as they were about to fix me they would state "You will feel a mild tingling sensation, followed by death." At least that's what I assume they would say. I wouldn't actually be able to understand single word they said.

Once dead just like in the original short story, someone would wish me back alive. Cept I was on the Alien ship so I would just wake up there again to die and keep coming back to life for the rest of my life. Hopefully someone will realize what they did and save me but people are forgetful so that would be how I lived the rest of my life.

(So I totally missed the deadline cause I started watching FULLER HOUSE... but I hope you still enjoy this and I'm probably byed out now because of it... but it happens.)

written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 10- ALL

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Friday, February 19th, 2016
2:36 am - A Marionette who can be watched on the Internet!
>>We interrupt your regularly scheduled episode of This Is Something: The Adventures of Giovanni for something of memoir, ramble, research, journalistic, something or other. We hope that this delat does not ruin your enjoyment and that you will stay with this broadcast for something will surely be weird, wild and all over the place in an truly anarchic way.<<

Without going into the extensive history of how I ended up to be in such a position I was on the internet by 1990 at the age of 12/13. By 1995 the Internet really took off. It's about then that Real Networks started getting big, AOL started to die and the proliferation of available entertainment grew with things such as Flash cartoons and of course well, the technology that allowed one to actually webcam back and forth with some states or even countries away.

It makes me laugh at how excited we are today with streaming technology such as Periscope and how big it is and yet how non-advanced it is as an app with the technologies that ARE in place. We go twenty steps forward and fifty steps back as a society. It makes me wonder how we'll ever get as far as some sci-fiction thinks we'll get.

I mean can we ever truly reach the state that we'll actually have artificial boys and teddy bears who dream of meeting a blue fairy like in their favorite children's tale? Can that technology come to pass or has the proliferation of fear from the thought of what can happen caused it to now be a pipe dream.

If you're unfamiliar with the plot I just dropped on you its a very simple explanation of Brian Aldiss's Super-Toys Last All Summer Long... or more accurately of the adaptation originally proposed by Stanley Kubrick and brought to life by Steven Spielberg as A.I. A film that is truly a love letter Stanley and of course to Aldiss as much as it is to Carlo Collodi, a man who had no idea he birthed a generation with a simple whimsical allegory.

It's hard to imagine now that such a classic venerable tale that has been adapted in so many ways found it's birth as a serialized allegorical tale by a writer who began his career as a political satirist and only found a love for using the arena of "children's literature" to explore things in ways that more adult fare did not allow. Yet this was still 1881. Pinocchio is a dark tale just as most of our favorite children's tales are, were and always shall be (truly think of even your favorites from Carroll to Lewis to Rowling to Snicket and in between, dark and devious all). The puppet dies, hanged and barely is brought back to life only to die again. If it wasn't for some editor I'm pretty sure Pinocchio would die penniless and alone. Instead he lives and prospers. Carlo didn't live to see Pinocchio become an international legend. He died in 1890 and the book while a moderate success or it wouldn't survive to this day, but it was not of course what it became.

On top of that famed Disney movie and being used allegorically throughout the film A.I. it has also been done as a radio play... a live radio play, because that is what the radio was. That first form of streaming entertainment. Streaming directly to your home from somewhere else LIVE. Yet speaking of streaming live direct to your home or wherever you want we can point to Netflix which as of this date has 2002's Roberto Begnini's Pinocchio (in both Italian AND English). Pinocchio can be your Netflix and Chill... that's a good first date. Especially if you're able to parlay bad movie (choose the English dub which kills the movie, not the Italian which is pretty cool) into cuddle and sex... like me... but that's another story!

written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 9- Streaming and Pinocchio's First Date

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Friday, February 12th, 2016
2:22 am - This Is Something: Part 3 (A continued not really a parable of the lost and overwhelmed)
Sometimes you think you know where you're headed, you think the path you've gone down is the right way. Then you get to the end and find out you're lost. What you were looking for is not there. You have to go back. Sometimes you can't go back though. You can't go forward. All you can do is clear everything and go back to the beginning to try again.

This is where Gio found himself as he came face first with father. His dead father. His murdered father. His father who died and only made the paranoia Gio had felt since he was little worst by being killed. Yet there he was... alive, or what appeared to be alive and he said they'd been waiting. He wasn't sure why they were waiting, he didn't know who the being who appeared to be his father meant by they.

None of this made sense. Gio wanted to sit down, but there was no where to sit. He wanted to run, but when he looked behind him the door was gone. This was not where he meant to go. Although he didn't know where he was trying to go to begin. He hadn't known for a long time. That's why Mia meant so much. She was the anchor. She kept him sane. In a moment like this he realized even she wouldn't be confused, lost and worried. If only he knew the trouble she was already in back where he left her, that is if he was no longer at home, but if it wasn't home where exactly was he truly?

[V404 Cygni]
As Mia and Carmine looked to the sky in amazement they could not believe anything they saw. Swirls of red. Patches of green. Burst of quadruple rainbows. Yet as crazy as the sky looked it was everything else that really freaked them out. What appeared to be President William Henry Harrison, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Roger Ebert and Anthony Perkins were standing in front of the Twin Towers that appeared to be in Trafalgar Square performing a medley of Beatles hits including "I Want to Hold your Hand" and "Can't Buy Me Love". Suddenly a large crowd, young and old, with signs saying "No More Nukes", teenagers, hippies, mothers with babies in carriages, led by Heath Ledger and Maya Angelou started marching toward the makeshift undead band. As they got closer a jazz group joined the the president, critic, actor and civil rights leader and they played Glen Miller's "Moonlight Serenade"

[April 4 or 04/04]

Yet that all seemed nothing when they heard a loud noise overhead. A cry or a song they couldn't tell which. A zombified whale being flown in a webbed net by orange colored twits with weird beeks. The whale seemed to be almost humming actually along with the jazz music.

[zombie whale from the music video for Kirby Krackle's Zombie Apocalypse inspired by the illustration "Lifting A Dreamer" more commonly known as the Twitter Fail Whale]

Mia latched onto Carmine's arm confused and lost, wondering if it was like this here for her. If all this was real in front of her and not some fevered state of delusion, what could be happening to Gio and how much worse could it be.
Back wherever Gio was there was complete silence. For a long time his father or "father" said nothing. Instead he opened his arms and out of them came moving shadows with red eyes. Gio shivered. It was all real. All of it.

"We've been calling you home for a long time. We're just glad you arrived before the end came. We have a lot of work to do Gio if we're going to save the universe"

Gio collapsed and everything went black.

Let the music swell as we go to a BREAK!

[3OH3 - Omens... it's just a digit off]

written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 8- 404
(More research and thought went into this then the first two chapters, but I still let the writing flow in certain ways. Just letting the words hit the page. The first thought was just using the 404 path and 404 being a dead end. Then I wanted to incoperate actual 404s and memory brought me to the twitter whale, which then reminded me of the zombie whale which I actually own a shirt of bought from the band. Then the rest came to me as I just sat and wrote. Actual no planning, just sitting there writing and thinking... 404 is a date, let me look THAT up. Then thinking what songs does 404 bring to me? I liked nothing and then remembered the band 3OH3 and was... close enough... but what album? OMENS worked perfectly... it even has a track Black Hole. I might not return to this for a bit now that I made it go from simple story into supernatural epic... which... never the plan... at all... it just... happened and the universe can wait.)

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Friday, February 5th, 2016
3:46 am - This Is Something: Part 2 (a continued parable that is not one on a study in dark and light )

Mia sat on the roof of the building. Pretending she was on a beach. Allowing the sunset to soak her away. Gio had been gone for more than a few hours, but she wasn't letting herself worry. She was concerned, but she couldn't allow her self to actually let it overpower such a lovely moment. If she only knew that what she saw as a miraculous view was actually pure evil forcing its way through from one dimension into another. At least that's what Gio would say if he was there. A bunch of birds completely silhouetted against a fire red sky? Definitely demons from hell. That's the only answer. The worst thing was that Mia was starting to wonder if Gio was paranoid or was he on to something? And if he WAS on to something... what did that mean for everyone else?

Gio felt like he had been here before. He didn't know how or when, but as he awoke after what he wasn't sure he looked around his surroundings and swore he had been exactly here before. Staring at tunnels that went on forever. All he could remember was being pulled through a hole. Was that all in his head? Did he go into such a deep dark paranoia that in a fevered state of delusion he ended up under the city or did he actually get pulled into hades or another dimension by a shadow demon? From his vantage point it was impossible to tell. He only had one choice, actually two, since he had two directions he could walk but he had no idea which way he came so either one was a singular choice. He dusted himself off, brought a hand against his brow and stood for a moment.

A moment was all it took for a memory to flood into his head. He was seven years old hanging out with his older cousin Frankie. Frankie was twelve and loved exploring. One late night Frankie gave Gio his first taste of alcohol and then took advantage of his younger cousin's wiry body to climb over a fence and help him into the gates that lead down into the underground subway system. Rats crawled everywhere, up the walls, on the ceiling and across their feet. There was water everywhere in puddles, some of it from rain from cracks in the sidewalk or the grates left open so the steam and heat wouldn't explode the system, some of the water was probably piss though. It was very hard to tell what was which in such a dark place. Gio had no clue what Frankie wanted to do down here, but Frankie was older and smarter, or at least that's what Gio assumed. Frankie started making noises that sounded like a car tire letting out air and soon the space stank like nail polish remover. The noise stopped after about 2 minutes but the smell took much longer to evaporate. Frankie then took what had to be camera out of his pocket because then a light flash went off. Gio saw the wall for a moment and noticed that Frankie's nickname "Friz" was up there in blocky letters. Five seconds later Frankie told him to run as Gio saw more lights and a voice screaming for them get out of there!

Gio looked around a bit more and realized this was not that same space. It was very different. There were no rats, there was no water, and the walls were covered in numbers instead of unreadable names and artwork He put his hand against the wall and started walking in a random direction. He was shocked to find in no time a door that he was able to easily open which lead to stairs. He climbed slowly up, it still very dark and when he reached top another door. He opened it and inside he could barely see but he could hear.

"Hello Gio, what took you so long?"

It had now been over 48 hours since Gio had been gone. Things in the city had gotten crazy in that time. Mia made a phone call to Carmine shortly after hour 29 when the news reported large rat creatures standing over four feet tall being spotted downtown. Carmine picked her up and drove her over to his protected space and sent his men out to look for Gio. It was hour 33 that the reports mini explosions happening at various places that considered themselves holy or designed to worship a god rattled Mia into a state of panic. She started screaming at Carmine that Gio was right. He was right this whole time and now the world was ending and Gio was missing and they would all be dead as shadow demons swallowed them. Carmine injected her with a sedative and sat patiently but it was when he realized two days had passed and the news reported the dead walking the earth that he wished he'd listened to Gio himself.

Carmine turned the news off and felt the only way he could know what was happening for sure was to open his door. He woke Mia up and told her he was going outside. Mia begged to go with her so she wouldn't be left alone. They stepped outside and looked around at quiet streets wondering where was everything the news was reporting. Then they heard the skies making a sound as if they were laughing and looked up.


written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 8- Chiaroscuro
(This new "chapter" was written as haphazardly and patchwork as the first at 2-3:30 AM when my brain works best. If you missed "part one" from Week 7 you can read it right here. The photos definitely inspired the action though. All these photos are ones I actually took over the years. There is NO photoshopping on them and the real life stories behind them are pretty fascinating as well. The sunset shot was taken after a long day of hanging with a friend doing graffiti on a roof. A nearby neighbor actually caroled the birds using some old school techniques, I have many shots of the birds. The tunnel shot was taken in an actual train tunnel, it's known as Freedom Tunnel and runs from 34th street up into Harlem. Amtrack and Acela use it. It is covered in some of the greatest graffiti ever. People used to live in the tunnel and many friends have been down there and I've been at least 4 times, but it's supposedly getting harder to go. The final shot? I have no clue. I think it's a weird selfie. I'm not positive. It was on my camera and I assumed it was that, but maybe I'm wrong, because why would I take a selfie like that? Maybe part of Gios paranoia entered my real life years ago and has waited to come out. )

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Tuesday, February 2nd, 2016
8:21 pm - Things I really wish people buy for me... like seriously
My paypal is rhcooper@gmail.com... these are things I wish people would just give me money to get cause I want them, but money is expensive... wait, you know what I mean

OXENFREE Collector's Edition

This game blew me away. The story is awesome and the gameplay is ingenious. You can actually have different endings and there's just lots to look at an explore. The collector's edition is amazing because it has actual real life use. A cooler, a stash can, the map and the ticket are just silly swag and the cassette is cute and might actually work different as a cassette then the mp3 edition. Seriously I want this thing.

FIREWATCH + Soundtrack bundle
This game from Campo Santo is one I've been waiting forever for. I was hoping/begging for a review copy but it never came. I want this game so damn bad. It looks so good. It just seems like it along with Oxenfree will be one of those games even years from now people will be talking about.

Violent Femmes - We Can Do Anything
After 15 long years the Femmes have a new studio album. New songs, new recordings, new new new.

The Serpent And The Rainbow [Collector's Edition]
One of Wes Craven's most ambitious and intriguing film taking a script that was mildly based on a non-fiction novel (despite claims that the book itself may be fiction) and turning it into a suspense thriller with Bill Pullman as your star showed how awesome Wes truly was. Now with a remaster and brand new retrospection even from the films influence Wade Davis this seems like a must have bluray.

So yeah... I want all that stuff and more. Yup. Especially Firewatch though. I don't know why but I really think it's going to be quite the experience and so much love was poured into it.

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12:55 am - Things and stuff if you don't follow me on Facebook or Twitter

Romance of the Three Kings 13. $89 on Steam. No English. Yup. Getting bad reviews too and not on the price or lack of English, just on being bad from Japanese people who can write English/Vice Versa.

Powerpuff Girls new logo! YAY!

Camren Biacandova might be the most beautiful female actress/dancer currently on television in the world.

First Seconds Books turns 10 years old this month. They asked fans, creatives, and media to take photos to celebrate. Here's mine.

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Friday, January 29th, 2016
3:38 am - This is Something: Part 1 (A non instructing not really a parable on nothingness)
The road ahead was still. No cars on the road and yet Giuseppe dared not move. On the horizon ahead he could sense them. They were out there waiting with pitchforks and machetes ready to chop him into little pieces. The truth was no one was going to kill him. The paranoia didn't leave him. It was a prevalent intensity that had pervaded his entire life since he was twelve years old. The shadows threatened his soul. He spoke about it first with his father which probably wasn't the best idea. Being a hitman for the mafia who had recently turned state's evidence but refused to go into witness protection Alisandro had every reason to be paranoid and that just didn't help the mind demons attacking his son. Amping up that paranoia caused Gio as he was known to most to run away from home with his girlfriend Mia by the age of 15. She mostly comforted him but when she had the urge she would prod the paranoia and tell him she saw a shadow demon herself out of the corner of her eye and that they'd better run. Then she'd laugh and try to reassure him she was just having fun and he needed to relax as there were no demons or shadows or anything coming for him or for her. His father was already dead at this point and no vendetta was put on the family. He was told this everywhere, but the games from Mia got to him. "All lies and jest still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest."

So it would be... and yet despite always having to watch his back or being prone to panic attacks, Mia didn't leave him. Even when the panic attacks became frequent and dangerous. The worst incident was when they went to have a nice dinner at a simple Italian restaurant. While they were in a town where no one knew them and they knew nobody, the minute they walked in the hairs on Gio's neck started raising. Then as they sat every second got worse and worse as he started thinking everyone was secretly sent by his dad's ex crew to take him out. Out of nowhere he grabbed the knife off the table from his ordered steak which was indeed delicious. He leaped backward and pointed the knife right in the face of a woman who had to be 85 if she was a day. In Gio's fevered mind though she was the lead killer amongst all the strangers. Mia was frozen at first because she knew if Gio went further he would be dead any moment. Shot not because he was right and they were all mafioso's but because the local police had been called and they were a shoot first, ask questions later type. It didn't take long for her grab at Gio and pull the knife out of his hand. She knew the risk involved. Maybe the cops would come in and kill them both or maybe just her or the cops would still kill Gio and leave her alive and alone. None of that mattered. "When you live for someone you're prepared to die"

Fortunately on this day while Gio was completely paranoid there was a mafioso from his father's old crew in the restaurant. He knew about Gio's mental issues, about Gio running away from home, he was actually there when they killed his father. He didn't partake in any of the actual killing, instead he made a promise to Alisando that his death would be the end to it all. He guaranteed protection for the boy no matter what, where, how or why, the seed of the venom would never suffer if he or anyone else could prevent it. The man had just been visiting, his cousin five times removed was one of the chefs and made an amazing fettucini alfredo and he HAD to try it. He quickly got up from his table and shoved Gio and Mia down on the ground, then stood genially as the officers came in. Upon spotting Carmine Frederecci Jr. the officers knew to put their guns away and slowly walk out, they were not needed here and interfering would mean death and torture with no punishment shortly after. Some bad guys are just Untouchable.

Once the dust settled as to say and everything had calmed down, Gio and Mia were safely brought to a private room where "The Galavant" as Carmine was known could speak to them and hopefully once and for all clear up Gio's paranoia and thank Mia for her constant protection and love while Gio ran further from his problems instead of staring them head on. As Carmine spoke to Gio more and more though he could see the fever in his eyes. This destruction was deep set and would never go away. No matter how assured he was told to be. This wasn't just about the mafia. Gio honestly believe there were monsters out to get him. Not the mob, but dark monsters with red eyes hiding in the recesses of another dimension reaching out to grab him away at any moment. It was then that Carmine just checked on Mia's reserve. How strong was this love she had and could it last forever. More importantly though, was she prepared to do what would have to be done when the time came. Could she send Gio on his way and let the demons eat him alive when they could no longer be kept away. This was knowledge, strength and guidance. He told Mia the promise. He told Mia everything while Gio went somewhere else in the recesses of his mind. Mia was no longer just a lover ready to fall on the sword, she was a soldier in a war against insanity. "This is a gift, it comes with a price, who is the lamb and who is the knife?"

They moved into a modest little apartment. It probably had ghosts or at the very least mice. They could afford better, but they didn't need better. Gio at that point barely knew where he was. Mia by then had regulated herself to this life she had chosen. She knew at any time she could pick up the phone and call Carmine, but she also knew that asking for more then he ever offered; Asking for more than that protection would, could lead to more. Things that while Carmine respected her and he was the sainted of the evil, he was still just that a bad guy. He was a shadow monster, just the one shadow monster who wouldn't actually kill Gio. Not that anyone was killing Gio except himself. Inside this small one bedroom hovel with a simple car below Gio would sometimes find sanity enough to watch TV or even go to the store or drive to a movie. It was few and far between, but at least they had a home and it was so cheap that nothing really mattered. "The security deposit is non-refundable and will be retained by management as liquidated damages."

Gio revved the engine. He would not be afraid anymore. Mia waited at home. She feared these moments when Gio would be out on his own, but she knew he had to go. If it was going to happen it would happen and being there for it or not wouldn't stop it. It would make it easier for her even if she wasn't there to see it. As the car reaches a stop light, a black hole opened, pulled Gio through it and closed. Gio wasn't as paranoid as anyone thought, but in the end, nothing would stop them. Nothing can stop the shadows.

written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 7- ALL SELECTIONS
(This was written in a patchwork manner. No pre-planning, no concept of where the story would go. No idea what characters would arrive or exist. Just a paragraph at a time, then a break and then just write more based on what was there. I hope you enjoyed it. I liked writing it, which should count for something.)

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Friday, January 22nd, 2016
5:52 pm - Adventures in "Sales"
I've had two major retail gigs. One took place in a very high end mall, the other took place in not a mall, unless you count the mall directly across the street or consider a department store that carries everything, has multiple levels and departments for everything including restaurants and the world's most famous Santa as a mall. They were both very different experiences, full of their highs and lows and the lows were low. The highs? Not so high, even though I enjoyed the work itself. I'm a natural salesman and hit above and beyond those needed sales required by a corporate entity who controlled your career without ever actually visiting the store to see what your work rate, skill or ability ever was. At least with one of the jobs I was hired by people who I actually worked alongside even if THEY didn't get to choose if I got the job or not, only suggest.

Neither position ended very great. Having never worked in retail my entire career of being gainfully employed since I was 17 I had to accept Winter/Holiday assignments for both. The first gig I landed happened in a very unusual way actually. I just walked in to check the shop out. After a conversation the manager asked if I was looking for work. I actually wasn't actively seeking a gig at the time but I thought this was a chance to try something new. An interview about a week later and suddenly here I was selling high end products across from Central Park with an amazing area around me. It was still a basic retail job. I cleaned, I sold, I ran a register, I packed, I delivered. I had a great manager, one awesome co-worker and one okay co-worker. It was a job. When the winter ended, it ended. It was upsetting not to be brought on full time but the volume they have during the non-holiday season is way lower than any else, and the corporate make those decisions of bringing on temporary to full. They don't care if you did a good job or not, they look at their budget, whose been there the longest, etc. and in the end for whatever reason that had nothing to do with skill, talent or ability I wasn't brought back. I would visit the store for awhile after as I had made a good relationship with that one awesome co-worker. Including store in Grand Central where he eventually was working, but it was a time in my life. I got to use some of my culinary knowledge and have an experience which counts for something.

All this has been preamble to that second gig. Like I stated, maybe you don't think of a large department store as a mall, but it's really run like one. While everything goes to a corporate and we're all hired by the same HR and you can find yourself working in any division at any time with little to no training, the place itself feels like a mall. It has Au Bon Pain, it has a classy Italian restaurant, they sell everything from kitchen supplies to beds to expensive leather coats. Getting hired for this seasonal position was an experience, and losing it was even more one. After passing a long online test you get called in to sit for an interview. After waiting forever and another "online" test but in person, you speak to people and "sell" yourself. Then you do that again. You get hired on the spot, but told they'll call you to tell you when you start training. That's about a month later. Training is about two days paid. It's even more arduous and crazy as trying to get the job itself. I think some people drop out even as they realize what the job actually is. You don't go from training to working though, there's still a delay of your actual start date. When I started working I would regularly find my name at the top of sales records for whenever I worked the section I was best suited for. There was one week where I ended up having to work in a division where making sales records is near impossible. The product was obscenely expensive and the goals were way above that. When I got to work in electronics, kitchen or candy though it was good times. Well, as good as a retail job during a holiday season in New York City dealing with all kinds of people can be. Co-workers were a major issue, as were my managers. None of it was good in retrospect. Yet had what happened hadn't I'd be happy to still be at that gig today. I'd be hoping I was paid more, but I would've enjoyed the job. It would force me into the city, make me head to the gym, and put money in my pocket. It wasn't to be though.

One co-worker was all it took to bring it all down upon my head and nearly send me to jail. I got into it once with this co-worker. The details are weird and crazy. Somehow he took me not saying 'Thank you' for something he wasn't actually supposed to be doing according to our laid out rules as a slight. It turned into a verbal battle which escalated into threats of physical harm to the other. There were no managers or even customers around when it happened. I mentioned it to a manager, but no one cared. No one was scalded, no one was reported. We both kept our jobs and since we were cordial I never thought of it again. Fast forward weeks later and I'm being pulled up into security. Not pulled, but asked. It is there I get questioned about some occurrence of robbery. I have no clue what they're talking about. It seems weeks back when a manager demanded that I leave my register account open so I don't lose all my sales and let the co-worker cover my register as I assisted with work that no one else other than I had understood in inventory allocation, that the co-worker proceeded under my name to try and do some gift card fraud scam believing that the security camera on us was non-functioning. Giving your account number to another employee is considered a major no-no by corporate but so is arguing with a manager so at the time I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Supposedly the theory was that I was involved, but an investigation proved me innocent. It doesn't matter at HR or corporate or even whatever security finds. I was temporarily suspended and then fired, even upon being found not guilty of any wrong doing. Better yet? I had some left over earned free money to use at the store and when I went in a few weeks later to spend it, my new manager who had taken over sometime between the never punished infraction of the other manager (she was actually just transfered and I think even promoted) and security suspending me asked where the hell I've been. Yes, that is how things worked there or basically any corporate position. You are not hired or fired by the people who ever see your work. They don't even know you've been hired or fired. It happens in a room with people who don't even know you are, what you look like or anything. They don't care, you're numbers to them... but not even that, as I was always on top of the sales records. They were I guess cover their asses... whose asses? I don't know, but someones. We're talking about 300 bucks in GIFT CARD fraud here. I had nights where I was bundling 10s of thousands ($10,000) in CASH at the end of the night of register cleanup. I could've easily found ways to steal that money and not get caught yet I get fired for not stealing and being fucked over by a shitty manager and a criminal co-worker. That co-worker was arrested and I never saw the manager again as I only heard about her being transfered and getting a new manager, but everyone and everything got swept under the carpet. That's how it's handled. It could have be worse, but it set me off from pursuing retail for awhile and then when I started again I thought I had to disclose it because they'd call HR and find out anyway. Which isn't true. HR is only ever allowed to say "He worked here, that is true".

Since that occurrence I've tried my best to never step foot in that store again. It's a silly boycott, but my own personal way of doing things. They actually have some awesome sales at times but I can live. Sometimes I've worried that the situation would stop me from ever wanting to go to ANY mall ever.

Luckily that hasn't happened. Especially since I live near two malls which are quite fun to visit. Either to just walk around in and people watch or hunt for bargains or even be aware of new products to hunt down for cheaper in other locations.

There you have it... some work history for me. This all happened within the last few years and I've sort of told the tale on Facebook but mostly only to friends in person. It seems weird to see it on the page. This actually happened. That insanity and weirdness. It's not some fictional fever dream, but my actual life. I feel like I'm leaving out important details too but maybe I am wrong. Maybe details aren't important. It's better for you to create your own scenario of physical descriptions and such. Yes, those details paint a clearer picture, but you have a time frame and a place and events, the people aren't as important. Well, except for me. I'm important.

I was very very very tempted to write an entire piece of Robin Sparkles and then on How I Met Your Mother and my life have felt connected but then this anecdote popped in my head from the word Mall and I wrote it. Still... Let's Go to the Mall is a great song... but you know what? Nothing Suits Me Like A Suit.

written fortherealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 6- Lets Go the Mall and I can't even

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Friday, January 15th, 2016
1:40 am - The Infinite Looped to The Infinite
In the vastness of nothing
there was nothing
for there shall always be nothing
nothing is nothing for nothing
of nothing from nothing with nothing
but in the nothing they say came light
from light came something
something became life
life then had growth
growth lent to evolution
evolution produced cycles
cycles developed next stage
next stage birthed more life
more life eventually invented waffles
waffles are love
love is partially caring
caring causes concern
concern leads to worrying
worrying happens which reaches necessity
necessity becomes ridiculousness
ridiculous are organic waffles

In the beginning there was nothing... and then, suddenly there was something. Hold on one moment. Let's stop there and go backwards. There was nothing. When you have nothing all you can add is nothing. Nothing + Nothing= Nothing.

There is no beginning, per se. Therefore there can be no end. How can we begin? It was dark... then there was light. That's how it is said. From whence? How? This is the paradox. On New Years Eve 2015 I fell into this hole of asking myself this. I believed I'd created my own paradox even though the paradox collapsed within itself. How can you go back in time to the beginning? By doing so wouldn't you invariably cause everything to change? If so, then how did you get there to begin with?

BACK TO THE FUTURE touches upon from nothing comes something, by having entire time lines disappear and yet somehow they are still there. The Marty that returns to 1985 after he's done what he did is Old Marty! There's a New Marty... a new 1985 Marty who lived a completely different life then the Marty who went to 1955. Where'd he go? What happened? From nothing there was something... but there was something and it became nothing. Where'd nothing go? Nothing can't go anywhere. Nothing doesn't exist. If nothing doesn't exist, how can something exist? Do you understand what I'm saying? Because I don't. Ignore THAT paradox and try THIS one on for size. At the end of Back to the Future Part III, Marty does something based on information given to him by Jennifer which now causes the future they went to at the start of Back to the Future Part II to have never existed in the first place. Did they ever go to it? If they didn't... then, who still exists? Did Old Biff go back to 1955 and cause new NEW Evil 1985 to happen? How did he do that? New New 2015 no longer exists! So if none of that happened, did they ever even go to the Old West? They didn't... and yet... they did. Because the future hasn't been written. Yet, neither has the past. Nothing exists... everything exists.

In relation to nothing... this was written from nothing. Fingers to the keyboard, no thought before, no process. The poem, the words, and this little performance piece of "music"/acting embedded below as a Youtube video for you to all listen to and peruse and stare into my eyes. My eyes... are they filled with nothing? or something?

written for therealljidol Rivals Mini-Season Topic 5- Void (but also waffles, organic and pupa)

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Thursday, January 14th, 2016
12:11 pm - Mythical Beasts are not so Mythical
As the year marked two thousand and fifteen since the generation of the gregorian counting came to a close God said goodbye
He knew for two days he would leave the Earthy realm and drank enough of his best friend Jack to bade the time
Eleven days into the year next one of the first aliens to identify themselves went back in their spaceship
He had known he would have to leave for the aeons of galaxy space for some time
he prepared proper messages for us so that when he was gone we would have all the legacies
Then less than three days hence another alien departed. He was a magician, a villain, a gentleman,
pigeonholed by those who adored him, revered by those who truly understood

They all fought and lost to a mighty dragon
This dragon has slain young and old alike
This dragon cares not
This dragon inspired a virtual playable experience
Coincidentally or not releasing in the days between the day the dragon slew the thin white duke and the man who guided kings

In this life the dragon has take from us many
A wise and powerful sage who fought against a galactic empire
A deft and handsome dancer who fought with abandon
Beauty queens who fought against and alongside a legendary figure of the night
A king of horror whose voice could thrill us to no end
The list goes on and on
This dragon, this mighty and evil dragon, this dragon of no name, this dragon of many names
it'll take from us more
Near and far
Large and small
It cares not
It seeks only to hurt us
To pain us
To make us cry
Yet, fight this dragon we will
At every step... and hopefully one day we shall vanquish it
Another dragon may comes to take its perch
As is it has been since time began
Us vs The Dragon
Sometimes the Dragon can be a friend
but it is a rarity
but we wait for the skies will be clear and we shall be brave
and solider on

(- Reid Harris Cooper, 1/14/2016, inspired by the passings of Ian "Lemmy" Kilmeister, David "Davy Jones" Bowie, and Alan S.P. Rickman)

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