July 2003

Why Me? (The Chronicles of Dave M.)

Hello again. Sorry for not writing for so long. I have been working hard on my comic. At last, the Characters I have are complete. They are totally smooth and ready for inserting into the comic. Now I have to do backgrounds and supporting characters. After all, I can't have just a gradient as the background of the comic. There has to be a set.

I am thinking of starting a local non-profit organization for kids to have a place to go instead of the street. It is hard to find a building that will work for our needs. I will have to see what I can come up with. It is still a year off or so, but it is a worthwhile project.

That is about it for now. I will be working on my comic for the rest of the day.

Well, just another boring day in my life. The wife is telling me to do things instead of her doing them herself. Why does she have to interupt what I'm doing just to take the laundry to the basement? If I were going to do the laundry, I would take the laundry down there and do it. But I wasn't going to do the laundry at that time. I was in the middle of something else. This isn' t the only example.

I was busy in my computer room on the internet one time and she calls out my name. So I yell out "What." to see what she wanted. She says "Come here." So I say, "What do you want?" She says, "Just come here." So I get up and go to the Livingroom and say, "What do you need." She says, "Will you change the channel on the T.V. for me?" That made me furious.

She also doesn't leave me alone when I let her have her way. She will turn the channel on the T.V. from what I am watching or just say, "Can we watch something else?" That is code for, "I want to watch Lifetime Network." So I give her the remote and I get up off the couch and go to the computer room. Then she asks, "Where are you going?" While standing at the door to the computer room, I have to tell her that I am going to the computer room. So I get to my desk in the computer room and I log onto the internet. Right about then, she wants to use the phone so she either yells out, "Are you on the computer?" in which I tell her that not only am I on the computer but I'm also on the internet; or I just her "OOPS! Sorry!" and she breaks the dial-up connection. So not only am I not allowed to watch T.V. that I pay for, but I am not allowed to use the internet that I pay for over the phone line I pay for.

So now that I am taking care of my Father, she works in the morning and comes home around 3pm. She yells at me for making a mess or something, I make dinner and then she tells me that she is going off to her Father's house or her sister's house, or going to her niece's baseball game. Also, if I want to go somewhere alone and want her to watch my Father, she will automatically say, "Well, take your Father with you." before I can close the door.

What am I supposed to do?

I am having trouble figuring out what I want to do with my life. I want to be a comic artist, programmer, webmaster, DJ, Game creator, a writer, and have my own business. I am being pulled in different directions and don't know what to do.

Well, its another boring day in my life. I am so sick of this life. I have all of the time in the world and what do I do with it, I watch T.V. Big accomplishment!

What started this rant for me is when my buddy e-mailed me and told me that he got his contract renewed for his job. I am happy for him. He is in the computer industry at State Farm Headquarters. The thing that gets me is that I was the one that bought him his first computer book. I was the one who got him started. We were in a computer business together. But no one would buy computers from us. I would admit that we weren't ready for the business. So, after the business closed down, he went from one computer job to another, and I stayed with my job that I was eventually laid off from. Now he is making mid $50,000 a year and I am unemployed. He knows everything about computers, I really don't know a lot. He get his certification in MCSE, I have a library of unread books. I just feel like my whole life is going to waste. Is it me or does everyone else have a better life than me?

Sometimes it is the same with my brother. He will call me or talk to me on MSN messager and tell me all these things he knows about with computers. And I sit on the other end and just agree because I have no idea what he is talking about. It just makes me feel like I'm an idiot. I know they don't want to make me feel like this, but it reminds me of what a waste my life has been.

Well, another month has gone by and I still have very little to talk about. But let's give it the old college try, shall we?

HOT HOT HOT days in this part of the country. 95 to 100 degrees. That is hot when you are working outside. Believe me. It is not a pretty sight seeing a fat man sweat. I drank a whole Litre of water in one sitting. And to add to the heat, I had to burn branches and twigs. Now that is HOT!

With the heat as hot as it is, I really enjoy the AC in the van. I really don't want to run the AC in the house. It is too expensive for electricity to run the AC. But I know what you are saying. "Why did you buy it if you are not going to run it?" All I can say is, I don't know.

I secured the full array of pay channels for my father to watch the Western channel on Directv. Since I am up late at night, I tend to see these B rated sex flicks. I just have a few comments about these "movies". First of all, could they make it any more obvious that it is a sex flick. I saw this one tonight. "Play-mates of the Apes". You know what it is about. Three female astronauts land on the planet of the apes. Two minutes into the movie, one of the "ladies" comes out of suspended animation brings the "lady" next to her out of suspended animation and starts playing with her breasts. When they start having sex. Gee, who didn't see that one coming. Then when they get on the planet, they are wearing space suits with holes in the visors, made more like a hazmat suit, and foil on their shoes for space boots. When they finally take off their "space suits", they are completely naked. What... NASA can't afford jumpsuits, much less, underwear for their deep space probe astronauts to wear? Give me a break. These movies are nothing but eye candy for guys to watch so they can whip the old gripper. I mean, I don't mind the sex all that much, but I think movies should have some qualities, like a plot. It also wouldn't hurt to have the sex scenes in more logical places in the story line. Well, I guess there are three types of writers, those who write movies, those who teach how to write, and those who can't write but find work typing out this garbage that ends up on late night pay TV. These are probably people who can't even get a job writing for a Porn production. That's pretty bad. Who can't write, "Fuck me big boy, fuck me." By the way, why do Porn movies even need writers? That is a mystery that we will never know... like the infamous "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?"

WOW! That felt good to get that off my chest. What else is bothering me? Mmm.

Great! Mind freeze. I can't think of anything else to say. So I will just end it here. Later.