Looney Week!

Let's see....I lost power for the better part of 2 days.....no phone, no online, nada! 
They decided to rip up the road in front of my house.....
When I tried to escape....Giant Cloudbursts would show up just to say, "Nope, you're stayin' home!"
The weather was beastly, and by the end of the second day....I was pretty messed up, dizzy and nauseous... no matter how much water I was drinking!

On top of that...I still several demons to slay as well!  Oy!

But I'm here....

Blog-ennui!

Camie, Cynnie, myself...we've all got the blogging blahs...why is this so? I think the winter was not a kind one to us, and now that spring is almost here, we want to go out into the world and be there, not at the blogging grindstone...

But it shouldn't be like that, cause we can do what ever we want! Maybe the sun and seeing more folks outdoors will charge the old batteries, and give us stuff to chat about.

I wish I could come and meet with you all out there in our little group, but, man, funds are non-existant and life is just a pain-in-the-butt struggle most times. If and when we meet for real I think we will all get a charge out of it, and much blogging will resume. I may follow Camie's lead and put up a video of meself just rambling on for no reason, which I think others will enjoy!

Thursday Morning

I'm in a good mood this morning, how's about yourself? I wish I had some bacon, which I don't, but, hey, I've got good coffee, and I even had a decent amount of sleep! Shocking! Ideas for the novel came to me in my sleep, so they will be written down soon....

Let us know here at the Stuffin', how life is treating you!

Wolverine Farts

Sorry all, been neglecting the ol' blog a bit too much, so here's a nice Football Saturday post for you. Around my house, 6 Saturdays a year, 100,000+ drunks show up and lock me in for the day. This is the 4th straight week of this nonsense, and it's gettin' to me....

Ah....the coffee's done...hang on a second, whilst I pour a cup.

Thanks for waiting...I'm back.

There's been some company here lately, as my old friend Evan showed up with wife and baby in tow. Evan was a grad student here for 10 years, and he was one of a crew that hung out here on the weekends for many years. It's was good to see him all adult-like and everything! He brought me a coffee cup (now being used) from near his work, the Nevada Test Site. It's nice and black with a glowy nuclear fireball on it. Good work!

Health update: At present all is well, medications are being taken, and I've even lost a pound or two. Many more to go on that front!

Work update: ummm...there is none. The dude I worked for briefly didn't get the funding he said he would, so I am back to struggling.

I have gone to writing bits again, and am trying to integrate these in the ol' novel still kicking around my head.

My friend Bob is now in London for the next year. His wife may visit in Jan, perhaps to teach a course on London theatre. We'll see.

Good friend and all around swell person Lela (Art Gurl) will be getting married soon. I'd love to see if I could swing the Northern California trip needed to see that!

I'll write more frequently; I've just been a bit of a skunk! Mea culpa.

Don't worry, I ain't ferget ya!

Sorry about not posting for a bit, but it's been a mess of small things holding me up, most of them not so good.
To wit:

I've again been having trouble sleeping, which this time is leading to panic attacks that last all night and into the morning. These are terrible; I feel like a leaf in the wind, and just trying to calm down is difficult.

My left foot is sort of swollen and sore. Every answer for 'why' I bet won't cheer me up.

I'm running around doing a lot of small tasks to try to make sure I'm not thrown out of the house at the end of the month. So far, only about 25% good. Panic sets in.

My lungs are having a very hard time breathing, and they hurt in a raspy way, such that I have zero breath. I feel like I'm a 100 year old man.

But still....All this writing about AL has gotten me to start writing scenes, and filling out the plot more this week. That and watching all my Kubrick movies.

When I'm not panicking, I'm oddly centered. I think this is because I've been making a lot of efforts to connect to people lately, and these have tended to be women with small children, whom I'm enjoying more as I get older. I've also been a help to people lately, and have had some help come my way as well (Camie's futon!)

I've actually had 3 interviews this last week; not a job yet, but this is more progress than I would have thought.

Except for the lungs and the foot, I feel surprisingly good, physically! I've seen this in myself before. Once I can clear up the lung problems somehow, I get quite a bit of good energy.

I have to get The Little Man a birthday present soon...suggestions?

Send what vibes you can.

"Remember, this is a comedy."

If there is anyone in a film I identify most with at this particular juncture in time it's Marcello Mastroianni in 8 1/2.
Hell, I'm even graying like that, and I'm now 6 years old that the character in the film! I'm between Big Silences (what I call "Silenceos", stolen from Mulholland Drive) Crazy Pesterings, Good Hearted Communications, Pressures That Are Eating Up My Soul, and Internal Monologs/Fantasies/Thoughts that few are privy to. Like Marcello, I'm just tryin' to move the ship forward. Granted I don't have near that many women in my life, though not that many fewer!, and I'm not cornering any of them with a bull whip! But the big Spaceship is being built for me in the background, whether I'm ready to shoot it or not. I'd like to think I can get everyone to hold hands in a big dance of life circle, but, wow, does that seem like a dream sequence! I hope I'm not crawling under the table to escape the ever-pressing mob, only to shoot myself underneath it! Still, there are chunks of the day that do seem scored by Nino Rota, so that's not so bad...

The post title refers to the little note that Fellini always kept on the camera in front of him while shooting...