The Land of Do-As-You Please

This November, like all the other Novembers of previous years is National Write a Novel Month. I am very determined to take part in this session and have now only recently
secured my idea for what my novel will be about. I will not reveal the details about it just yet except to say it is very personal to me and something I very much desire
to write about. I actually can’t wait and am beginning tonight to work out the major plot points. My roadmap is already formed in my head I just have to put up the sign posts.

I hope to hit the 50,000 minimum and then who knows how long it will take me to edit it into a work of art. Regardless, I hope everyone rises up to the challenge if not this
November, then sooner than later and get that story within us all that is ready to be liberated out onto the masses. For me, it is best described as what Michelangelo said about his
masterpiece, Statue of David. He supposedly said, ‘I saw an angel in the block of marble and I just chiseled 'til I set him free.’

Woke up feeling pretty decent today even though I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and had to change shirts.

My dream last night was about my best friend James and how he was on a plane to Hawaii (which he went to on his honeymoon). He was drinking
wine and got a little drunk. He gets happy and talkative when he’s drunk so he was chatting up this stewardess and then leaned in to kiss her.
She was receptive so he immediately started to finger and fondle her before moving into the bathroom stall. They had a hard time because of the small
space but had sex. I only know this (didnt visualize the sex part) because he told me about it afterward. Worried, i asked him if he came inside of her
and he said yes. That was when I hit him upside the head and told him that he would have a illegitimate child now and that’s not good for his 4 month old marriage.

I went to work. Worked. Lunch.

At lunch I discussed violence in video games with my co-workers and how soon there may be a fine line between what’s just a game and
what may be a moral choice. I would explain more but don’t care to record those thoughts yet in this journal entry.

Kristen accepted my facebook request. That was nice because she’s an old friend from grade school and I just ran into her at Disneyland.
I was just talking about her the other day since I was mentioning to my other best bud Chris about how a friend in grade school pointed her out
as the prime example of having a flat chest only she later became the staple of image of having one of the most well endowed chests in high school.
She certainly got her revenge in that regard. Anyhow, we ran into here coincidentally later that day (yesterday). Weird coincidence but a valid time
to add a facebook friend.

At night, I had my usual meeting with my CEO. We talked about the birds and the bees aka. how we’re going to fuck over investors or how they’re going
to fuck over us if we don’t churn out profits in the next 24 months. The longtime plan is simple, make good games. The execution is really hard, how do
we make good games with shitty development tools.

I have too much bodyfat on my body that I actually think I have an A cup.This means that in the shower I fondle myself and imagine the face of a bright young
girl (not too young so don’t worry). It’s kinda cool to have my own A cup. And writing this just gives me a kick because if you really think I do this then I really
got you under my thumb.

Drove to Barnes & Noble after work even though I shouldn’t be spending money or driving on a restricted license to a bookstore but I couldn’t resist. I had
been planning on picking up more literary inspiration by Bret Easton Ellis, Hemingway, or Boleno. I ended up with 3 books including The Accidental Billionaires
about how these genius douche-bags created the billion dollar website known as Facebook. I read up to 65 pages then jumped to Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis because
I want to finish that book before I read The Informers which I just picked up today by the same author.

I am really happy to be reading and writing a lot more these days. I hate the wasteland that is TV, movies, computerism, and whatever else distractions that don’t
really level up my real world character in the game of life.

Now I’m tired and off to bed ready to celebrate tomorrow because it’s Tuesday and we don’t give a fuck about Tuesday so I’ll be the one guy that does.

Going to the gym is bullshit. Can you imagine what it was like back then many years ago when you had to walk from place to place. When you had to labor and run errands outside your car.
When you had to keep physically moving?

The Egyptian slaves, you think they were working out their six pack? You think they were doing crunches every day?
The truth is, if you could go back in time and tell people that one day people will be running in place on a machine just so they could work their muscles, they would have laughed
and never believed it.

That's what we are now, a race of people that runs in place on a machine. We do this because we don't have an opportunity to move around. If you also went back in time
and told people that we would sit down in a chair in front of a screen for 8 hours a day and from there hook into the world and do work, they would have called that science fiction.

Right now we look at concepts in films (albeit not good ones) like "Gamer", "Surrogates", and "Wall-E" and see ourselves being "jacked in" without the need to move around. We see in stories like The Time Machine by H.G. Wells where the future society vegetates and lets their brain go to waste. Despite these stories being ruled out as science fiction, these are  tales that merely exaggerate on the reality that is already taken place today. They are a hyperbole of how things are now.

We do sit and live our life virtually. We don't get outside and walk and talk to people. I've sat on a bus stop for 45 min next to people and we don't say a word. Only when Michael Jackson died, did I have the courage to mention it to people because for that moment I wanted to connect and after which we did. Now, I know some bus routes that have the same routine people get on and they say hi to each other and talk so I'm not going to say this never happens. Still, we're more connected online and disconnected from reality.

I just want to disconnect more. The fact that I'm writing this for an online blog, hehe, how ironic.

Today’s Events that go something like this:
Woke up late.
Arrived to work late.
Played with iPhone for a half hour.
Deleted my fresh emails.
Checked my personal email.
Closed out a few issues for my project.
Went to lunch.
Came back from lunch, went to the bathroom.
Closed out some more issues.
Talked to a developer about his dumb ideas.
Told him his ideas were dumb.
Convinced him his ideas were dumb.
Went to the bathroom.
Went outside to take a nap.
Played on my iPhone.
Talked to random people.
Closed a few issues.
Talked to people in a online chat room about what turns a man on.
Went home.
Ate dinner.
Slept on the couch while documentary about Hawking was on TV.
Played Rockband 2
Danced to Michael Jackson music.
Showered.
Turned on the computer.
Wrote Today’s Events that go something like this:
Woke up late.
Arrived to work late.
Played with iPhone....

There is no doubting it. I’m a romantic. For years, I have read and been enraptured by the descriptions of tastes and smells by the works of Hemingway and Boleno. I enjoy reading about the drinking of fine whiskey and tequila, the smell of cigar smoke, and the intoxicating beauty of a lovely women.

I enjoy vice in life like any other man who is willing to succumb to the sins of their nature. Lately, every night I have been smoking a clove (banned in US) outside in the cool summer night. The nights use to be warm but we are at the brink of seasonal change. I still walk out there barefooted and let the cold and wet grass touch my feet each time I inhale from my clove. I seduce the thought of a cold drink in my hand, preferably coconut rum.

I remember thinking that I would always feel this way even when I was younger and reading Hemingway for the first time just before my eighth year in grade school. I had never read anything so masculine and yet so filled with emotion and depth.

As I sit at home wondering what could have been of my writing I always realize it is not so much would could have been but would could be. If only, I would absolve myself of all pleasurable comforts that bind me and suck away at my time. If only I would get rid of the suffocating nausea that is distraction in my room. There are many culprits and I am their slave and victim each and every night.

I want to come to my empty desk with a typewriter a drink and a good flavored cigar. Just like it use to be before the TV and internet and the shows, and the streaming movies, and the torrential downpour of advertising and distractions.

One day, I’ll be free of all this. One day that will turn to today. And then I can truly be at peace. Like the man, dreaming of lions.

1. To make a game that has the same feeling of awesomeness as this video gives me when I watch it:

2. To drive at night around the coast and LA on a weeknight to some chill tunes ala this video: (Evokes the radness of Michael Mann's Collateral and Heat bundled with meditation and feelings of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks painting:

3. To drink Tequila at the Rooftop Bar at the Standard hotel (downtown LA: http://www.standardhotels.com/los-angeles/restaurants-bars/rooftop-bar/)

4. To go camping under the summer night stars in a near desert oasis.


5. Four - Five star hotel in Vegas.

6. To start working out again.

Notice how the things that I want do not require a consumer product. I am not looking to buy things anymore. I do not want more crap in my life. I am now, more than ever, looking at spending time and money on pure absorbing life experiences.

I want to do these things not now, but like yesterday!

Wish me luck.

Gustave Dore Art:

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danger will robinson! this is a test.