PaD 16/365: Charlinox

Not quite sure what's come over me... Probably a combination of the whole weekend thing with the working on the website, but my writing seems to be suffering for it. We all have dry spells, though, right?

Today's poem is about quite possibly the greatest invention of all. It's actually in dedication to my own bestest best of friends, and every bit of it is true. Well, except the fitting in your pocket, and only being $10... Damn that'd rock though! Plus, I guess you CAN fit your friends in your pocket thanks to your cell phone...

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CHARLINOX

It wasn't long ago that I came up with my invention,

Although it was something so obvious and clear in the end.

We all need someone who can be everything to us,

So I invented the Swiss Army Friend.

They come in both male and female versions,

And you can slip em right in the pocket of your pants.

When you're depressed, they'll cheer you right up,

And give you advice anytime on romance.

When you don't feel confident they make you feel great.

Need a laugh? They're loaded with jokes,

If you need to release tension they'll listen intently,

And they know how to win over all sorts of folks.

Come buy one now, they're only $9.95,

And once you've bought them, you'll never part.

Plus, order now and get this guarantee:

Soon after you meet, they slip into your heart.

PaD 15/365: Cheat Code

This poem has a deeper meaning too, but it is much more obvious. It was fun to be able to go by my inner geek again though, woohoo!!! The last six lines are together on purpose. Each set of two before this is its own step; these six go together to wrap it all up.

Also, for anyone who is curious, I posted the meaning behind yesterday's haiku in the comments so that you can't stumble on it unless you want to.

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CHEAT CODE

I was playing this game, nearly made it to the last stage
Cause I'm the only one who can free the princess from her cage.

I've leveled up, gained experience, man my guy is so bad!
But I poured my soul into it, every free chance I had.

But now sixty hours later, I can't get past this boss;
I've tried over and over, and every time I've lost.

So I found this cheat code that would help me play:
Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A.

Now my character is living in prosperity
With unlimited gold, strength, defense, HP and dexterity.

I finally managed to take down that bad ass mofo,
The way he went down made for a hell of a show.

Now the game was easy, so I flew through the last levels
Stabbing and burning and smashing the devils.

I reached the last boss, oh boy this should be unreal!
But thanks to the code, not once did I have to heal...

This was it, this was supposed to be the best part,
The culmination of all the work from the very start.
I wish I had saved before I used that code, man it bites,
How my experience and leveling suddenly became so trite.
But next time no matter how hard it is to bear it,
I'll make sure that I do it all by my own merits.

PaD 14/365: Wrong Wheel & Normal Blog

So I'm lazy tonight, and put the normal blog in with the PaD. Today was a very, very long day, and I have not been sleepy before around 1am in a LONG time; tonight I got sleepy at 21:00!!!

Please don't take tonight's PaD's shortness as part of this! Granted, I didn't want to go into one that was extremely deep, and I actually saved several ideas for the future/tomorrow! Tonight's PaD IS very short, yes, but it is deep. There is more meaning hidden behind it than at least half the stuff I've written. And if you think IT'S messed up, it was inspired by another poem, not even a haiku like mine, which was also exceptionally short and made little to no sense. Although I must admit - this one does make me realize there may have been some meaning hidden behind it.

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WRONG WHEEL

I once had a car,
Of four wheels, one was square.
I loved it the most.

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So, why would I love a square wheel more? Tomorrow's PaD will include one that explains much more in depth :)

THREE Poems Today!

Today was all about lessons. Someone told me that one's car is an extention of oneself, and that if it is broken, most likely the driver is also. Someone else told me that our emotions are an incredible force, and when we feel different ways, we push that onto everything in our world. Either way, there were lessons to learn.

1) Don't be gluttonous. The car had started slightly failing but still being sturdy, and I went out and spent like $60 on crap - music, my websites, snacks, etc. So thereby, avoid gluttony and keep priorities straight, too.

2) Cockiness can be bad. Yeah, I know, right? Who would have known? I had always lived by the thought that "it'll be fine, it all works out somehow." I never realized just how much work others had to put in to MAKE it so that it'll work out. Be an active participant in life!

3) Life is more than failures. On our tightrope walk through life, we cannot appreciate the strength of our net until it saves us when we fall, but we cannot get back to walking unless WE pull OURSELVES back up that ladder, take a deep breath and get back at it. Yeah, you can quote me on that, I like it!

So anyway, the prose is about my experience today. But it's not about the hell I went through (although it was all self-caused, since mom was the one who got me the money and all, it was just nerves and still is some), it's about the revelations. This also marks a rather major change in my style, in that they are much more serious, and the third one even uses some fancy words! *Shudders* I know... But change is good, yes? Gotta stop rhyming 'too' with 'you' and 'for' with 'more' some day, right?

The first poem, To All the Angels, is a heralding (haha get it?) call for everyone to appreciate those in their lives who are their own personal angels. It's like that song.... "Your own.... personal... Jesus" except less blasphemous, which is weird for me to be LESS blasphemous than something...

The second poem was going to be included in the first, as I'd done before, but it really deserved its own room to fly. It's also funkier! Go funk! "We're the renegades of funk, the renegades of funk..."

And the third is 100% seriousness!!! I drew on my own experience for the being in the rain, having knocked on many a customer's door in pouring rain, and having dogs chase me one of those times. One of the scariest things I've experienced.

ENJOY!!!!!!!

PaD 13.66: My Greatest Enemy

So this one was actually inspired by PaD 13.33. It's about the worst enemy one can face. Before you get to the last stanza (which is why I put it so far down) try to figure out who I'm talking about. Free cookies for anyone who guesses!

*** Oopsies, I had changed the previous line to rhyme and flow better, and didn't realize I was repeating myself. The line with *** was changed.

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MY GREATEST ENEMY


You have fought me at every turn,
Laughed at my every blunder.
Slow to compliment, quick to chide,
Tearing all hope asunder.

I knock at your door in the pouring rain,
You send your dogs and turn up your tv set.
All that want to mend what we have,
I'm not ready to give up on you just yet.

Yet despite all this, I love you.
I need you, I live you, you are my all.
So why is it that you can't see****
How I cry when you cause me to fall?



















I look in the mirror and all that reflects
Is weakness, fear, flakiness and greed.
How do I survive in such a cold world
When my greatest enemy is me?

PaD 13.33: My Angels

This was going to be included in the first poem, but I felt it deserved its own. This is more avant garde, no particular rhyme or flow! The lines just go where they felt like they should.

Follow them
With
Care
And enjoy.

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MY ANGELS

I write this for those who have shaped my life,
For those who are all forever in my heart.
Two plus two = four, I learned that long ago,
But in this case, two plus one plus one plus one plus one = one.

The Angels of Youth
Mom and Dad were my very first angels.
As a kid, you never see that.
The best mix of all personalities came from them.
My humor,
My intelligence,
My optimism,
My... Me.
And you are still there for me.
And I know you always will be.

The Angel of Coincidental Birth
An angel unnoticed for so long.
Marcella Marie Jackson.
I tried to strangle you with my socks.
I banged your face into a water fountain.
I annoyed you and your friends.
I got Zoe to dislike you.
You... I don't remember any bad stuff you did.
Then I moved away and we got closer.
Now I know you, too, will always be there.

The Angel of Growth
So I was nothing.
I was 17, an empty vessel.
My life involved a computer, a tv with games, a desk and walks to the fridge.
Then I found you, Gwennie.
And I imprisoned you in a cage so you couldn't run when I told you how I felt.
Not literally of course, but online, inside asterisks.
We have gone through so much together,
And while we are in different places now,
I hope to always be there for you,
And hope you are for me too.

The Digital Angel
The newest angel of all is one from my past.
Well, from Marcy's past.
Wandaliciousness.
You've helped me through my most recent troubles.
And challenged me to find the real me.
You tell me to remember my angels and speak with them.
But I do, every day, by text.
It would be a cold day in hell
When I'm without your aid.
I plead for you to always be there for me,
But even more importantly,
Never stop being you,
Never.

The Secret Angel
The greatest of all, hands down.
Charlie.
Chuck.
Chuckles.
Chaz. No wait, never Chaz, no thanks.
I am me, and always will be.
I have to remember that I am my own angel too.
I have to push myself, to encourage myself.
I have to believe in me.
I have to see it through to the end.
My angels are here to inspire, to help,
But ultimately my life is what I make of it.
So,
Secret Angel,
I beg you,
I plead you,
Please,
Never stop being here for me.

PaD 13/365: To All the Angels

This first poem is inspired by one of the greatest angels in my life (see PaD 13.33 for that), and it's about what an angel is to me. That's pretty much all I need to say!

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TO ALL THE ANGELS


I was raised to believe there were angels.
“They watch you and protect you,” I was told.
“They live in the heavens and look down.”
I'm sorry to say I just wasn't quite sold.

Now I recently realized angels do exist,
But they didn't look down upon us.
Instead, they see us as equals and inspire,
When we feel most desperate to cuss.

And angels certainly don't protect us, either,
Because life isn't something to be shielded from.
We have to be pushed to face adversity,
Learn our lessons and never succumb.

Our angels aren't faceless beings,
But instead those we love so dear.
The people we can depend on,
Or randomly call upon when we need someone near.

To all the angels to the world,
To all those who care and who love,
To all those who listen and spark us,
YOU are the embodiment of heaven above.

PaD 12/365: Tipsy

So, I wrote this poem WHILE tipsy (although I usually am), and while writing it my mind was messing with me and since it was all about being tipsy, it made me feel MORE tipsy! But this is more of the silliness I like to do anyway, so I'm happy to have done it, yay!

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TIPSY


La la la la, I'm so tipsy.
It's always so amazing to me
How much more perfect life can be
When you're a little tipsy.

Why can't the president get tipsy?
Maybe then he'd be true,
Cause lying is just too hard to do
When you're good and tipsy.

Why can't detectives be tipsy?
It's so much easier to think clearly,
And see things that are just merely
Nothing if you're not tipsy.

And why can't lawyers be tipsy?
Maybe they wouldn't chase innocent peeps
And just go after assholes for keeps
Until they were done being tipsy.

WhY CaNT writrz bee tispy?
Id't bee soooo much more fnu
Reeding stfuf that doznt maek too much sense tooooo reed all teh tiem liek this
CuZ YoUUUU Fogret to ryme when tispy!

And why can't musicians be tipsy?
Oh wait, most of them go beyond liquor
And take drugs that make them much sicker,
Instead, they should just get tipsy.

Why can't computer geeks be tipsy?
Maybe then they'd accidentally write the wrong code,
And knock all the AI into “enslave the world” mode.
So maybe they shouldn't get tipsy.....

And why can't television writers be tipsy?
Well okay, I think all of them who write soaps are,
Cause otherwise it wouldn't take a character two weeks to walk to their car.
Stretching stories comes from laziness, inspired by being tipsy!

And why can't actors and actresses be tipsy?
It'd make their roles so much easier to get into
Unless it's a character who'd just been to
An AA meeting... They shouldn't be tipsy.

And why can't bus drivers and text drivers be tipsy?
Oh cause that'd be stupid.

And why can't scientists get tipsy?
Hmmm.. What happens when you mix these.... BOOM!
I guess tipsy scientists could lead to much doom,
So they'd have to stay VERY lightly tipsy.

Why can't retail folks be tipsy?
It'd sure make shopping enjoyable
If for people to be employable
Had to be good and tipsy.

And why can't mechanics be tipsy?
Then they wouldn't be able to spin such bullshit,
Spending less time fixing and more time getting you hit
In your wallet. They should totally be tipsy!

And why can't we all be tipsy?
Cause every woman and man's-a
Better off that way, so just head to the next stanza,
Then we'll all get tipsy!

So did I say I was tipsy?
Maybe it's time for a party?
The best kind – let's party hardy!
Gonna get ourselves more tipsy!

I think everyone should be tipsy.
You get so relaxed, so at peace,
It's kinda like your brain is on lease,
But you forgot to pay this month, too tipsy.

I don't deny it's bad to be too tipsy,
But really I'm too tipsy to care.
Just be careful you don't go out there
If you're a little too tipsy.

WHEEEEEEEEEEE!
Yeah I know that didn't end with tipsy,
Why are you getting so lip-sy?
I'm done here, so I can go WHEEEEEEEEEEE!

Good Grief It's Late!!!

Whew, 3:33 on the dot on my clock here as I start this one. Well, I got the calendar done on proseaday.com and also uploaded all the poems, converting them all manually to HTML (I didn't like the way OpenOffice was doing it, sorry!). I'm still going to add the descriptions of each one onto the pages, and I didn't put the most recent on the front page, but being so late I think it's safe to give myself the night off finally.

I also updated my profile on here. I know it'll sound silly, but undoing the profile that says "game maker" and changing it to "writer".... It felt like a huge step. It's funny though, I feel pride in all my writing, even though I'm sure plenty of it sucks. It's like the song by Weezer, "In the Garage":

I write these stupid words
And I love every one

That's how I feel. Stupid, perhaps. Silly, most definitely. But I love them all regardless! GO WEEZER!!!

Anyway, so on top of that, got my PaD done! And I think I'm getting sick, thanks to the insane rain earlier... I cant stop coughing and sneezing, and I've been shivering all night. Oh well, work tomorrow (well okay, technically today) shouldn't be too bad!

I had sooooo much I was going to say peeps, but I don't remember any of it! God, it's so late that even the wine has worn off... I'm typing with eyes closed here LOL.

Oh well, have a good night, y'all. And yeah, sorry, I DO say "y'all" sometimes... I've been down here in the south too long, perhaps.

PaD 11/365: Love Detective

So, this one is less humorous, although DO look out for the references to the detective world! Think of those old detective movies for a reference point. Anyway, it's about the confusion that comes with that first stage of love between friends. It's a complex world one gets into - you never want to ruin what you have, but at the same time, those emotions keep nagging at you. "Should I say how I really feel? What if I do, and she doesn't, I might lose what I have. But what if she DOES feel the same and I don't say anything? I could have had heaven, but my cowardice ruined it." Grrrr at complexity sometimes!!!

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LOVE DETECTIVE

Love detective, I come to you seeking help.
I've got to admit I have no sense for this stuff.
You see, there's this girl in my life,
And I don't know if I should tell her of my luff.

So I come to you, magnifying glass in hand,
Begging that you'll take this case for me.
I'm desperate, and my heart has been taken for ransom
By it's own love, one of life's greatest mysteries.

The fact that my theories are skewed one way
Certainly doesn't help my case at all,
Because my heart quickly hypothesizes,
But if it's wrong, then I will most surely fall.

I believe she's been leaving behind hints and clues
Trying to leave behind a trail for me,
But it's hard to tell what's a clue and what's coincidence
So I'm afraid it's not quite “elementary.”

Is it really so wrong that I want to imprison her
Deep inside my heart and throw away the key?
She could still do whatever she pleased, of course,
Just so long as she always came back to me.

I never knew such strong feelings of love and desire,
And of emptiness and pain when she has to go.
I've never had such trouble getting someone from my head either,
And I'm almost scared that it's actual LOVE these clues show.

I'm at my wits end on this file, I am.
It drives me crazy all night and day,
I'm suddenly spending all day deciphering riddles,
So please, love detective, tell me what to say.

So, love detective, can you help me out here?
Are there definite signs that can determine if she's guilty?
I want to tell her how I feel so badly,
But if I'm wrong and she laughs, my heart will go wilty.
And yes, I know that wilty isn't a word,
But I say it means “the feeling of wilting”, no matter how absurd.

It really is important you help me, dear sir,
I'm begging you here not to decline.
Because I really, truly worry my life might end
If I can't someday soon call me mine.

No More DP for Me!!!

So, that's it, I'm done with DP! I've been working hard giving DP for a whole week now nonstop, but I'm exhaused and now it's all over, no more DP!

I mean't Double PaD, of course. What'd you think I meant? ...... HA! You perverted bastard!

So anyway, yes, it's been a full week of double Prose a Day, since I didn't finish http://www.proseaday.com/ last week. As such, I am hoping to have a short STORY for Wednesday's PaD, and to have the website done and up. These poems are starting to pile up on me, it's awesome to see so many in my Writing folder :) With games, it takes so long to finish one, so you're lucky to have a few in such a short period of time, let alone... what, 20 now? Good grief!

And to wrap up my DP experience, I give you two that are based on ideas I had been saving for a special occassion. The first, "Cyberpimp", is about the fakeness and, honestly, humor underlying cybersex. Again, I won't go into what cybersex is (if you don't know, google it, comment and ask or email me! It's important to understand it for the prose!), but suffice to say it is rather... entertaining sometimes, even if not for the reason it's supposed to be. The second is one about you, Blogger! "Dear Blogger" is a lyric of the cycle of relationships.

Who's this sweet girl?
v
I think I love her!
v
Let's get really serious, I DO love you!!
v
Oh my god, what have I done? She's a bitch/He's an asshole MFer
v
The crush, the pain, the let down...
v
Who's this sweet girl?

And the cycle goes on and on until one of The Ones is found (yes, ONE OF - I don't believe it's possible there's ONLY ONE... And what happens if you meet more than one of The Ones? Well, if (s)he's so perfect, then they will blend with your current One as well - I am not a believer in total monogamy).

So, please do enjoy!!!! I love you all :)

PaD 10.5/365: Dear Blogger

This is much more like it!! This one is a song about relationships. Now, I've only been in two myself, the first one was cut short by my own stupidity and the second gradually died. It seems, from watching and listening to people, the MAJORITY of relationships are like this song. However, I am not a full-blown cynic: I do believe in true love, and know that there are people who are truly happy together forever, so please don't take it the wrong way.

BTW: Check that awesome chorus!! I'm majorly proud of that one, a quadruple every/other rhyme! And this after three glasses of wine no less, wheeeee!!!

And one more thing.. For the BLEEP BLEEP line, fill it in with whatever you'd say to your ex/current pit of a spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend.

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DEAR BLOGGER

Dear Blogger...
I met someone new yesterday.
I'm going out on a date with her tomorrow,
I just hope it doesn't end the same way.

Dear Blogger...
The two of us had such a great time!
We went to a movie and she cuddled up close,
I melted so much that tonight I can't think enough to rhyme.

Dear Blogger...
I'm sorry this post is so late tonight.
We just spent five hours straight on the phone,
We rambled and laughed, it just seemed so right.

[CHORUS]
And so in you I confide,
Blabbering on forever for all to read,
I tell you everything, I've got nothing to hide,
You can even check it out on your XML feed.
And I love you all, in whom I confide,
Leave your comments for me to see.
As long as you tell me you're by my side,
Then lonely I shall never be.

Dear Blogger...
I'm in love with this girl!
So sweet, so funny, so gorgeous, so... her!
I'm just so glad that she's in my world...

Dear Blogger...
We're going to move in together tonight!!!!
I've got my stuff packed up, I'm ready to go,
My world has never felt so right...

Dear Blogger...
I'm sorry I forgot to post in this last week,
I've just been so busy unpacking and celebrating,
I love her so much! So perfect, so unique...

REPEAT CHORUS

Dear Blogger...
God [BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP] [BLEEP]er!!!!
I'm sorry for using such harsh language,
But this girl suddenly has me feeling like a sucker.

Dear Blogger...
It's over... Finished... Done... Kaput...
She says I'm useless, I think she's a bitch,
And I can definitely tell you where I wanna stick my foot!

Dear Blogger...
I can't believe I did once more,
I had just sworn off of women forever,
How'd I forget my heart would end up so sore?

REPEAT CHORUS

You've seen me through my highs and lows,
You've seen me win and take low blows.
You've seen me when I'm wasted off my ass,
You've seen me when I'm full of class.
You've seen me take on the whole world,
You've seen me when life's wrath is unfurled.
You've seen me fall for blondes, brunettes and redheads,
You've seen me have my heart ripped to shreds.

[Low tone, gentle, sweet tune. Same lyrics as first line, but much slower]

Dear Blogger...
I met someone new yesterday...
I'm going out on a date with her tomorrow...
I just hope it doesn't end the same waaaaayyyyyyyy....

PaD 10/365: Cyberpimp

So, for the first time I'm kinda let down by this one. I want to attribute it to it being 1am, but I think it's more because I really wanted this one to kick ASS (although that's not what Cyberpimp would do with it...). Anyway, this one is mocking the world of cybersex. I'm hoping to revisit down the line and add to it; this is another I'd love to make into a song at some point.

For those of you unfamiliar with cybersex, please email or comment... LOL I'd rather not explain that in the blog post itself.

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CYBERPIMP

Hey guys, guess what happened last night?
I got freaky wild with half a dozen girls!
First one, then three, then a huge orgy,
Each one the sexiest women in the world.

How do I do it? I'm glad you ask!
See, I'm what you might call a Cyberpimp.
I log sixty hours a week in the adult chats,
The ladies can't get enough of my little logo chimp.

When I'm online, I'm a majorly sexy hunk,
Cause I'm sneaky, it's nothing like the real me.
Five inch Mr. Happy? Screw that, now it's 15!
Ha, the girls would shit themselves if they saw my real body.

I type with the most eloquent prose,
Who wouldn't fall for proper grammar?
Get her warmed up with textual foreplay,
Then sneak up behind her with my big ol' hammer!

All the chicks I get are playboy bunnies,
I won't do it if they're less than 38EEE
Gotta be less than 60 lbs and innocent girls too,
Luckily, it seems like that's all that I see.

Let's go to my place, check out my hot tub,
That's nothing for me though, with my seven figure job.
Drivin' my Benz, household of servants, platinum teeth,
Yep, that's me, Chuck... Errr... I mean Bob!

It's a good thing no one else lies,
But I know they don't, cause they send me pics.
Although it is kinda coincidental everyone's 18 and hot,
I'm starting to wonder if I can believe these chicks...

So I'm finishing up with a fine ass girl,
Now I'm gonna be honest after being so lewd
And so she decides to be honest with me too...
Oh shit... That was a dude?

Double-Jobbed Warrior?

WARNING: MATH AND RAMBLES AHEAD THE LIKES YOU'VE NEVER SEEN, OR HAVE AND HAVE BLOCKED FROM YOUR MEMORY!!!!

So, I've come to the realization that I need a second job! The way it goes now, I think I owe Gwen around $100 still. This means that this coming paycheck, after the money for groceries comes out, I'll once more be broke (but out of THAT debt). However, I still have to pay $65 for my traffic class, another $200 for the ticket itself and $450 (hopefully less after shopping around) to fix my car (which needs to be done ASAP, but after the first two). That's $715 right there, which means nearly two months at that rate! So that means, without doing anything like road tripping, buying my guitar/drums/keyboard, repurchasing a PS2 for Rock Band or anything of the sort, it'll be May before I'm clear.

Before I go into the rambling ahead though, let me say too: a second job would mean a job I could lose without dying. That grants infinite confidence for the interview AND the job itself! Suddenly it's not life or death if I'm fired!

With a second job, all the extra would go right toward these things! Granted, I doubt I'll find a second job that pays weekly, but even at minimum wage, $6*30 hours (Sundays and then overnight on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday) = $180 per week. Subtract tax, maybe $150 more a week? Doesn't sound like much in comparison, but considering it'd all be icing on top of my main pay, one paycheck (two weeks) would cover the ticket and traffic school.... One more with the excess from RaC would fix the car... That puts me set in a month! Then I'd have an excess of $250 for each week! That's a guitar in one week alone! That's a PS2 AND Rock Band in another week! That's a road trip with gifts and some new CDs to listen to on the way in another! AWESOMENESS!!! And sure I'll be exhausted as hell, but I'd still get Wednesdays off!

Okay, rant done. Got off the excitement soap box. I swear I won't let PaD suffer for it; au contraire! It'd mean more adventures, more to write about!

PaD 9.5/365: The Hero's Hero

I almost started this one the same way I've done so many times before: "This is one of those poems inspired by my muse." LOL damn, maybe I should just tell you when something ISN'T inspired by her. Okay, so anyway, the concept here is that despite this man being so tough, so strong, so brave and courageous, he doesn't do it to save his fellow townsfolk, he does it for one woman.

Also, my muse is a fan of the soldiers, so while this is rather further back in time, if she were placed there, methinks this'd be her story, told from the guy's side :)

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THE HERO'S HERO

I stand before the gates of town,
Hordes of soldiers behind my back,
They surround me, cheering, applauding,
We have resisted their attack.

I am lifted, hoisted above their heads
As all the remaining foes run.
My sword is dripping with their blood,
My armor glowing in the sun.

My people welcome me as the hero I am,
Parading me through the town streets.
Minstrels and bards sing songs of my deeds,
Singing these words with voices so sweet:

He's killed dragons,
banished wizards,
And defeated evil trolls.
He's fought dark knights,
Killed the cyclops,
Even scared off all the moles.
Axed Cerberus,
Drowned sea serpents
Took down huge bugs and giants.
He is our hero,
Golden savior,
Our champion most reliant.

But they'll never know I do it not for them,
But for a hero of my own,
One who is strong of body, mind and spirit,
One who'd sooner deserve my throne.

She is the one who waits when I return,
The lady I love with my all,
And I'd sooner crusade to the ends of the earth
Than even imagine her fall.

I know that I'm a warrior, not a poet,
So my words may not quite fly true,
But I carve these words with the blade of my quill
To show my love for only you.

PaD 9/365: Road Trip!

So, here's a song about the joy of a road trip. I soooooo need to learn to play instruments and put these to music!!!!! Grrrrrrr....

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ROAD TRIP

Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIP
Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIIIIP!

Got my clothes
Got some food
Got some drinks
And some cash

Got deodorant
Got some tunes
Got my Tom-Tom
And some gas

It's time for a...

Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIP
Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIIIIP!

Got my toothbrush
Got some change
Got my laptop
Got some tools

Got some friends
Got my car
Got all I need
I ain't no fool!

I SAID IT'S TIME FOR A

Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIP
Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIIIIP!

Rollin down the road,
Six million miles an hour.
Windows open, music up,
Makin' sweet-ass time.

Checkin out the billboards,
Lookin out for cops,
Gotta stop and take a pee,
Haha look, it's a mime!

What's that? It's a

Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIP
Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIIIIP!

(piano plays solo, gentle tune)

Road trippin... Road trippin... Road trippin... Road trippin...

(continues in background)
Mountains, rivers, plains, deserts...
Lizard's just been drained....
Still have hours to go....
Right foot's majorly strained...

But the trip is half the fun...
And the breeze is in my hair...
Whoa, does that say just 3 more miles?...
And now... we're... theeerrreeeeee!!!

(hum of electric guitar and drum cymbal crashing... building til back to full force)

That was a HELL of a

Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIP
Rooooo-oh-ooooooo-oh-oooooooad... TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

A REGULAR BLOG POST!!!!

Hey... So, I haven't put anything up here that didn't involve a four line stanza and a rhyme scheme in a LONG time! So I figured what the hell, here goes nothin!

Life does exist outside of prose, yes. I am almost done with http://www.proseaday.com although it's not saying too much, it's a very basic website. I'll have all the poems from here on there, and once I get time I'll get RSS feeds and the like going too. These double-PaD days are really killer time-consumption wise and mind-draining wise.

Car is doing better, I think I finally figured out that if I play with the gas pedal a few times then keep it down when cranking, the first time it almost goes and then the second time it DOES go. So good news there, yes! The bad news being that it's $500 to actually fix it, so it'll be weeks before I can do that. Oh well, sweet nothings and caresses, sweet car...

I have also fallen in love with the fact that at least MSN/Live messenger and Google Talk allow me to display the song I'm playing! That's super awesome!!!

Oh, and the last thing - hurray for confidence! A geeky 25 year old could have picked up an "i just turned 18 yesterday" girl today, I sincerely believe, but (and this will sound weird) I was hung up on the whole "wow, only 18?" thing. But no more! Wheeeeeeeeee!

Chuck out! Let's keep the love going, Blogger! I've got a PaD about you coming soon too.

PaD 8.5/365: Big Sister

I swear, I almost ALWAYS like my second prose more. I'm gonna have to start writing a throw-away one and then the real one; the second one is more... ME. More natural. Less forced.

This one is about the ultimate reality show heroine. I won't mention her loss on The Apprentice to yours truly (oh wait, I just did), but because of her wins on Top Chef, Big Brother, Amazing Race and even Survivor (YES, she caved and did it since there was someone special to help her through it, after promising to do all the gross stuff!), she was given her own show! In fact, it's such a huge one that it has literally taken over the world - EVERYONE plays it, whether they know it or not! You may call it karma or fate, but really it's.... BIG SISTER!!!

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BIG SISTER

Everyone says to watch your back,
“Big Brother is watching” they say.
But the one thing that they don't even know
Is that Big Sister is studying your day.

She's got a frillion cameras in her room
And she watches em all simultaneously.
She even puts thought bubbles and funny lines
On the parts you live so lamely.

The scary thing is that it's all a game,
It's even got a host and producer
You've gotta win challenges to keep household head,
Cause it's life on the street for the loser.

I still say I've got the perfect prize,
And that'd be to live in that booth shes in.
But she's selfish with her frillion screens,
Trust me, if she wasn't, I'd kill to win!

But it's not just the competition she catches, oh no,
She sees every intimate detail.
Changing, getting freaky, clumsiness and drama,
Sorry, there's no point in whining and wailing.

She's lived their lives vicariously,
Hell, she practically even knows em!
And you want to know the scariest part?
She's even watching me writing this poem!

PaD 8/365: The Budget Game

Okay, so this is another of those "not about her but totally inspired by her" poems, where "her" is the awesome Wanda of course. I figure this can be helpful for ANYONE getting out on their own though, since budgeting can be so scary. Once I learn to play an instrument, I plan on putting it to music too

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THE BUDGET GAME

So you're ready to go and live on your own?
Well, sorry to say, there's one thing left to do.
It sucks, I know, but don't bitch or moan,
Because I wrote this poem juuuuust for yoooooouuuuuuuuuu!

.......

I sure hope you make plenty of money,
If you don't, it's about to get funny.
You take what you make and subtract what you pay,
That's how you do it the budgeting way!

Find out what you make a month, that's four weeks to you,
Some months get five weeks, during those just go WHOOO!
Then you take what you spend and take that much away,
And whatever's left is what you can use to play.

Now, calm down, I'll make sure you won't fudge it!
Here's a partial list of what to budget.
But if you do things like netflix or subscribe to pornography
Then it's up to you to add those in, not me.

When you start the budget, make sure that rent is first,
And then certainly electricity, these two are the worst.
Sometimes you need garbage collection and water paid too,
As many places count these with rent, which is sure rude!

Next come groceries, you've got to eat, don't forget.
And if you still owe on your car, you've gotta pay that debt.
And don't forget that you need to pay your car insurance
If you do, and you get into an accident, they'll take your pants!

Then there's automobile fuel and your phone bill,
Whether it's a cell phone or land line, your money you must spill.
I'd strongly suggest renter's or homeowners insurance, just in case,
So if your house suddenly explodes, your stuff will be replaced.

And if you like TV, cable is necessary!
Make sure you get the right package, since tastes can vary.
Oh, and budget for random entertainment stuff also
Better make it at least double if you've got yourself a beau.

If you really wanna get specific, throw in clothes
And I guess that a few of you would need to budget hos.
The final thing that anyone needs is an emergency reserve,
Because being both stranded and broke is something no one deserves.

So remember when you go to spend that measly buck,
This poem that you read online, by a guy named Chuck.
Make sure it's in the budget or be prepared to fail
Because it takes a solid will if you're going to prevail.

PaD 7.5/365: Ode to a Fellow Textaholic

A poem in text format! That's why each begins with (x/y) and ends with (x/160; 160 characters per text).

ENJOY!!!!!!

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ODE TO A FELLOW TEXTAHOLIC

(1/5)
so I wanted 2 make sure u can c
just how much u mean 2 me
u r teh greatest frnd ive ever had
w/ evry vibration of my phone im glad
(127/160)

(2/5)
its sooooo cool that we can share
the stuff any1 else wuld say “i dont care”
and how u can turn a bad day into a good 1
in just a msg or 2, u can make any day fun!
(160/160)

(3/5)
and marcy must really be a twin sister to u
cuz I totally luff you like a sis 2
so maybe ur 15 hrs away big deal
if not for awesome road trips, y have wheels?
(155/160)

(4/5)
i dont know exactly what i did right
to have had u msg me on myspace that one night
but i know that im the luckiest dood alive
to have u around to help me thrive.
(159/160)

(5/5)
i hope u dont get sick of hearing me say
i dont know what id do w/o u for even a day
ur my best friend and even family
and im sorry if this comes off super rambly
(159/160)

PaD 7/365: The End of an Era

No need to introduce this first piece, since it sorta has a flowless, rhymeless poem to start it off.

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THE END OF AN ERA

So this is the end.
Fin, finito, el end-o.
It's so weird to say good bye
But all things must end sometime.
That's right, this is seven of seven.
A whole week of writing about you.
And while I'm sure I repeated myself plenty
It's only to show how true they are.
I don't even know what I'll write about now.
Aliens? Knights? Magic?
No wait, I think I know!
A man named Chuck Rickman....
And his lover, a stripper named Chanel!
God, what a Prose a Day that'd be!
And while this little bit of random text
Hardly qualifies for prose,
What's coming next should!

~Wife material, through and through!
~Awesomelicious desktop!
~Naked time!!! Oh Dumbledore...
~Dramione WILL make its way into future PaD, I swear it!
~Artificial? NEVER!

~Makes every day better, no matter how hopeless it seems
~Alright, so there are lots of “A”s in your name, I get it! You don't get this repetition in “Chuck Derek Jackson”... Except the 3 Cs and 3 Ks... Okay so maybe yours IS easier.
~Easily the best friend a person will ever have.

~Splurge on the L'Bri, make that face pretty!
~Uber-Joyous! That's how she makes me feel
~BFF. Never knew what one of those would be like before, but I think it works well here!
~All these “A”s!!! Damn you! Ummmmm.... Awfully sad that this is the end of this prose, which is the end of the seven!

PaD 6.5/365: Grow

This song is rather the opposite of #6, in that while it goes toward the same point, it does it through a more raw, more impassioned manner. IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ CUSSES, SKIP THIS ONE!!! The tone to this is more Linkin Park style - rock with rap lyrics, but once again, a folksy chorus. How this'd work in a real song, I'll have to find out when I can get a guitar and learn to play it!

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GROW

Gotta learn a new skill? Well you’re gonna SUCK,
You’ve gotta crawl before you walk before you run before you thrive.
But the part that you’re really gonna think is insane,
Is how you’re thrown right into the fire; it’s up to you to survive.

You’ve got your friends to help guide you through the mess,
But to make it point to point, the stress is all on your shoulder.
People laugh and point, “God you are such a dumbass!”
But the first lesson is this: Bullshit is in the eye of the beholder.

Sooner or later, you’ve gotta try on your own,
See, people try to tell you why their way is the best,
But, as they say, “different strokes for different folks,”
Just follow your own heart, your own head, and throw out the rest.

Because fucking up is how we grow…
How else are we supposed to know?
The best plants grow from the stinkiest shit,
And the finest mushrooms from the dankest pit,
Fucking up is how we grow!

All it really takes is practice, no matter what it is,
And some unwavering faith that you kick royal ass.
Because I’ve learned that life is 70% confidence,
The rest is split between skill, bullshit and thinking fast.

I used to have a motto, and this is how it went:
“Don’t avoid doing something for fear of doing it wrong”
So while you’ve all rocked out and enjoyed yourselves,
I hope that’s the one thing that you remember from this song.

So the next time you worry and live in fear;
The next time that you lose control, and your insides turn to knots,
Breathe… relax… chill… contemplate…
Then collect yourself, find your new energy and give it all you’ve gots!

Because fucking up is how we grow…
How the fuck else are we supposed to know?
The best plants grow from the stinkiest shit,
And the finest mushrooms from the dankest pit,
Fucking up is how we grow!

Fucking up is how we train,
In all the skills we need to gain,
We all start our lives without a lick of smarts,
But so long as you try and you follow your heart,
Those things you need you’ll ascertain!

PaD 6/365: I Believe in You

This is a song, kind of a lighter one, more folksy (think one acoustic guitar). It's about having faith in someone, blind faith, the best kind! And so I bring you... "Encouragement". To note: the repetitiveness of the chrous is done to pass on the idea of driving the point home over and over. It grows throughout the four times, until it's belted out at the end.

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ENCOURAGEMENT

I believe in you,
No matter what you do,
I think you’re so great, don’t even try to debate,
I totally believe in you.

When it comes to being funny,
You’re definitely number one-y.
And you’re so amazingly sweet,
I think my teeth fell onto my seat!
What about looks, you ask?In your beauty I’d gladly bask.
And I’ve never had a bad mood you haven’t spoiled,
Heck, if he were still killing people, Dr. Kevorkian’s work you’d have foiled!

I believe in you,
No matter what you do,
I think you’re so great, don’t you dare debate,
I uber-believe in you!

A master chef and foodie extraordinaire,
If anyone’s better, I’m entirely unaware.
And you clean, do dishes and laundry too?
If I ever needed a nanny, I’d totally come to you!
The way you make people laugh, what’s not to like?
I think you’d blow up a stand-up comedian’s mic.
And your creativity? It’s awesome, amazingly so!
You make Michelangelo seem like a regular Joe.

I believe in you…
No matter what you do,
I think you’re so great, don’t you dare debate,
I believe like hell in you!

I BELIEVE in you!
No matter what in the world you do!
You’re way-beyond-great, don’t even try to debate,
I really really really really really really really really really believe in yoooouuuuuu!

PaD 5.5/365: A Day in the Life of Chuck

Okay, this one takes VERY little intro, since the poem actually has a built in intro!! It could probably also be called "Charlie Gets Carried Away with Random Rhymes", "Charlie Has too Much Fun Being the Active Narrator" or "The Dangers of Writing Tipsy"

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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF CHUCK

Welcome, you must be bored
To come and see how my day goes
But hey, I'm an open book,
So whatever.

Yeah, I know that didn't rhyme or flow.
But I'm busy writing a poem for you
So
I can't be bothered to rhyme
Or flow for any good reason
So hold your horses
And chill
K?

A poem of how goes my day,
Told in hourly form, pretty good I'd say!
It's not that I plan it this way,
It's just how it happens, come what may.
I hope you're enjoying this poetry foreplay,
Which, at 1:19, is technically on Friday,
Hope you've enjoyed my rhyme array!
If you did, throw up yo hands and say HEY!
So without further delay....

8:00-9:00

I wake up, bitch at the alarm,
Check my phone, the texting begins.
Who texted first? Wanda or I?
Whoever it was somehow wins!

9:00-10:00

Still just texting...
It's rather vexing
That despite being awake enough to type on my phone
I don't want to get OUT of bed, all I do is groan.

10:00-11:00

Fine, I'm up, happy now?
Damn mornings, who invented them anyhow?
Can't whine all day, that's what work is for,
Gotta keep texting and get online to check on Blanket Whore!

11:00-12:00

What's happened with the day?
Now I've gotta shower, no more delay!
(Errr.... Didn't I do that rhyme in this poem already?
Wait, no getting sidetracked, gotta keep the course steady!)
Hop in the shower, follow Wandaliciousness's list,
It's the best way to make sure no spot to clean is missed.

12:00-13:00

(Yep, I said 13:00, that's military time,
If you don't like it, go suck a lime!)
Head to work, throw in a CD,
As long as it's ROCKIN', who cares who it be?
Texting the whole way to work while still keeping the road in sight
And I get to work early, or “on the bright.”

13:00-14:00

Work starts, hip hip hooray!
Err.... it's work, what more is there to say?
Except that, between lifting heavy crap and driving a big truck
I still answer the siren's call of my phone's text dance, missing it would suck!

14:00-15:00

Didn't I just say I'm at work?
Skip ahead or go back to 13:00, nothing to see here, you big jerk

15:00-16:00

Time for lunch, go somewhere and get some food,
Arby's? Taco Hell? Chick-Fil-A? Krystals? Depends on the mood.
Oh, and now that I've got time to sit,
I can check for myspace and facebook messages, comments, bulletins and shit!
(I didn't mean I'd shit, as in take a dump,
I meant “and all the rest”, not excrement from my rump)

16:00-20:00

Yeah so I compressed some time, ya sod,
I can do that! This is MY poem, so I am GOD!
It's all still work anyway, so work and text,
Getting further and further and further vexed.

20:00-21:00

Back home I go, takes most of this block
To get home and remove shoes and socks.
Eat while on the computer, what a geek,
But it's Google Talk with Wanda that I seek!

21:00-22:00

The disconnect dance is finally over, damn right,
And it's time to put Elle to bed, turn out her light.
The moment she's tucked in well and good,
Time to get back to my gTalk hood!

22:00-23:00

Oh boy, I'd better get on PaD, it's getting late!
But what will I write? It's for her, it's GOTTA be great!!!
Overwhelmed by failing to find something special enough for her, from me,
And now, at the end of this here hour, it's time for Scrubs, wheeeeeee!

23:00-24:00

Scrubs
Scrubs
Scrubs
gTalkin still

24:00-1:00

Wait, is it 24:00 or 00:00? I'm confuzzled!
I think the system has me bamboozled!
But by now I'm lost in gTalk, wine and PaD,
I hope it turns out to be super rad!

1:00-2:00

Finishing up PaD, excited to see what she might say,
No matter what it may be, it always makes my day,
And right around now is when she will say,
“I'm headed to bed, good night, angel”, so I too sleep til the next day.
(Which yes, I know, I must say,
It is technically the same day.
And yes, I also used the word “say”
To rhyme, four times now, with the word “day”.)

So, you've seen a glimpse into what I normally do,
And I know it may seem repetitive to you,
But you don't fix what ain't broke, and CERTAINLY what works damn well,
So if you don't like it, then you can just go to..... Taco Bell.

PaD 5/365: My Own Personal Guide

This poem is about the insane fact that, despite the fact that I've been online for 13 years now, have an AAS in computer science, have worked in a search directory, know HTML, ActionScript (Flash) and all, yet Wanda can still find so much awesome stuff I've never seen or even heard of!!! The second half of today's PaD (day 2/7 for the doubles) will be up later! I still need a topic...

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MY OWN PERSONAL GUIDE

You know, I was raised here long before you.
I surfed these streets and hung in the best rooms,
I met someone and even married them when you were a teen,
And yet somehow you know more about this world than I do.

Surfing unfamiliar super information highways,
Following you, who somehow knows every twist and turn.
No GPS needed when following wise ol' Google,
Worried I'll get lost in pop-ups, so by your side I'll not stray.

Visiting Club MySpace and the Facebook scene,
Then stop by a sideshow, where Harry Potter is a puppet,
Followed by a free seat at the Youtube Theatre
Good god, those guys in the Big Brother vids can be mean!

We listen to a woman who, with great conviction and voice, stands.
Then another, with great folksy sound, declares her love for giants,
And who are these guys who can't wait to be shut up?
They rock though, all of em, so raise and clap yo hands!

In our travels, of course we need to eat,
So you show me recipes aplenty by Rachel Ray.
You tell me to look out for Flay, but to Alton Brown we pray,
So we grab our plates of fancy food with words I know not and take our seats.

“What's left? :)” I type, amazed at how well you know this place,
My legs grow tired from staying on my surfboard,
Damnit, why can't they call it “laying the web”?
Though that's much more like the porn we avoid – 99.9% of this place.

“Wanda Suba is typing”... Then “Just one thing left” appears.
“What's that?” I type back, but I already know the answer this time.
“You need to blog it” “Oh and don't forget to upload the pics”
Then she adds “You must share it with all your dears”

I blog, and upload, and comment on yours, so funny!
Then comment on your comments which are comments to mine.
Commenting back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until all that's left is one little thing,
Dang, so much here, these sites must be humping like bunnies!

PaD 4/365: TWO POEMS!

So, I said that the website would be done today or else I'd post two per day for a week. Well, it didn't quite happen: proseaday.com is HALF up. So, I'm honoring my promise of two, and as such, here are both of them!

The first one is in honor of pretty much my favorite past time: Replying to Myspace bulletin-surveys! It DOES rhyme, because I couldn't resist, but the word flow is meant to fluctuate. Of course, for those who don't know, first comes the question, then the original answer. The ---- is a reply to the original answer, and then the ~~~~~ is a reply to the reply of the original answer. This can go on for god knows how long! Of course, not ALL answers need to be replied to, so questions are deleted inbetween.

The second I won't even go into it as it's entirely self-explanatory.

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POEM ONE: Ode to the Myspace Bulletin-Survey

1. Why are you doing this?
The great Wandaliciousness did it first, so I couldn't resist.
---- Better look out then there will be more.
~~~~~ I sure hope so, I'm such a bulletin whore!

2. Is anyone thinking of you?
I doubt it, but I know someone I'd hope would make that untrue.
---- Oh yeah? For whom do you wish?
~~~~~~ I'm going to have to plead the fifth on this.

5. What does your last text message say?
“Good morning, angel”; it made my day.
---- You're welcome then
~~~~~~ It makes me smile again and again

11. What color is your fav?
Orange-brown. It's such a rave!
--- Haha you finally got that now?
~~~~~~ Sure did, and how!

214. In what place were you born and grown?
That'd have to be Illinois. To be specific, Chicago.
------- Chicago! Don't you miss it?
~~~~~~~~~ Sure do! If wishing I was there would bring me back, I'd wish it!

812 and 2/3. How'd you like this survey?
It was good, although obviously long. What I like more is messaging about it afterward, yay!
---- Then I guess I'll have to post more of these.
~~~~~~ That would be awesome, yes please!


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POEM TWO: Wanda A-Z

Addictive. Addiction personified, even.

Blanket Whore, just can't get enough blankets!

Chanel Raspberry Chocolate. Never was there a sweeter, sexier, more wonderful woman.

Dramione. I've gotta fit that into a day!

Evil. She most certainly is! Her evil level is so great, it's nearing the sun.

Fascinating bitch, and it's not just her that says so.

Green froggy, this monkee luffs thee.

Hero. Me? No greater honor could ever be bestowed.

Ice cubes. I'm gonna need to munch on a few.

Japan, by boat or ferry. Let's go!

Kiss Proof? I think not!

Linkin Park – she's coming with next time!

Mother; A fabulous one at that!

Number 47 needs to cut down on the killing long enough to get some! Maybe then he wouldn't kill so much...

Orange brown. Without her, it'd just be orange... And that'd suck.

Pizza, cold please!

Q-Tip. An important part in the lessons on showering.

Reality show hero! What would it take to get her on the next Big Brother, anyway?

Sounds like she's sending another song... And what a surprise, it's AWESOME!

Toe Socks! They make not only the greatest footwear, they even work as an exclamation!

Under no circumstance is she allowed to leave her Chuck Connector behind!

Vexed? She's an AWESOME bitching post!

Wandaliciousness. Enough said

Xylophone player in our band, perhaps?

Yummy; her food always is, because she's a major foodie and great chef!

Zero: If you ever feel like one, she'll fix that fast

PaD 3/365: "Let Me Park In Peace!!!!"

So, once again past midnight, although this time I actually wrote TWO poems. Only one is going up today though, the other will be 8/365, since it was inspired by my muse but not really ABOUT my muse... And since this is supposed to be a week ABOUT her, it will have to wait, and I had to write another!!

This time, I'm very proud of the idea behind it, but the execution is perhaps a little lacking. I don't know, I'd say it's okay (and yes, I threw off the scheme a bit on purpose! It is supposed to be representative of the pleading going on, how one rambles as they plead. This poem takes the requirement of being about my muse/groupie, then mixes in an inside joke (what else is new?) and also my car! A threefer!!! (Not a reefer, a THREEfer... Damn people, jonesing for that next hit that badly?). So anyway, here goes:

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LET ME PARK IN PEACE!!!!

I'm sorry officer, my car won't start,
Come on, won't you have a heart?
Besides, I see all those tickets in your car,
$1,501,366 in fines, haven't you gone too far?

You know, I started patrolling the streets too,
But I don't think I'll ever catch up to you.
I have but only four vehicles to your six,
A problem that will take a good while to fix.

At $125,101, I've not even 10% the cash you do,
Which means I'm not even qualified to polish your shoe.
And those toe socks? I can just forget it,
But that's why there's pavement I've got to hit!

And how can one who has a love van
Be so quick to ticket this man?
All I want is to put my blue car in your “Black cars only” spot,
Cause I mean, come on, it's the only place it's got!

So the next time you check the cars on your street
And see one of mine there, please don't give me heat.
So I'm parked illegally, I'm not trying to hide,
And with my driving record you shouldn't be surprised!

Prose a Day (PaD) 2/365: Bitching Post

Tonight's (LATE) prose is actually a song!!! If only I could sing, or play instruments, I'd actually PLAY it, but until then, here it is in lyric form. This is the second dedicated to my muse, although today my total rage had a lot to do with
it.

Without further hesitation (I am WAAAY too sleepy to go on and on this time), I give you....

BITCHING POST - A SONG

VERSE 1
Life hands me lemons, I make lemonade,
That's all well and good when life's all cliched.
But what am I to make with this crap I've received?
Doing good, receiving bad, feeling so deceived.

Day starts with my alarm, already I'm nauseous,
Tripping, stumbling, self-inflicted pain no matter how cautious.
Go to drive home but now I can't start my car,
“Alright, day,” I say, “you've gone too damn far!”

CHORUS
While normally I come across
Cool, calm, silly, full of glee,
You know it wouldn't take much
For you to be able to see
That deep down inside there's a rage
bubbling, rumbling, set it free!

But there is one thing that cages it inside,
My one special person with whom to confide.

She's my bitching post, my bitching post,
Always right there when I need her the most.
She's my bitching post, my bitching post,
Like a therapist to the soul, I'm totally engrossed.

VERSE 2
So when I'm overwhelmed, when life's turned to shit,
When the flame under my ass can't be further lit,
I rely upon my Bitching Post to set it all straight
To alleviate my pain and all of my hate.

She listens to any crap that I sling at her,
Listens to me bitch and moan and bicker.
She calms me down as my rage continues to seethe,
As she reassures me that I just need to breathe.

SOLO
[Slow instrumental]
Breathe..... Breathe...... Breathe..... Breathe....
Breathe.... Breathe..... Breathe.... BREATHE!!!!!!
[Heavy instrumental]

REPEAT CHROUS (identical)

VERSE 3
Like a verbal punching bag, she's cleared me of stress,
Changing me from my former huffing, groaning mess.
Like a breath of fresh air, like cool water to the face,
I've left the darkness for a much brighter place.

Now that I've released, I can once again see
Happiness doesn't come on it's own, it's up to me.
That it's up to us to find our own joy,
And that's something we can't let sadness destroy.

REPEAT CHROUS (identical)

OUTRO
She's my bitching post....
My bitching post....
Always there when I need her most....
Bitching poooooossssstttttt......

This Day Can Kiss My Ass

Yeah, you heard me. A day in which I nearly threw up when I awoke, had all sorts of road problems during work, got sick from gas fumes, ripped up my shirt, fell and twisted my ankle, nearly smashed the side mirrors on the truck going down a narrow ass road, and now am stuck in the rent a center parking lot because my car has refused to start for an hour, I am NOT backing down. This day can kiss my ass! In fact, the joke is on it: Food City is open til midnight, then I can sleep and in the morning I'll get it towed and repaired before work. Plus, not only will Prose a Day get done, this day is my inspiration for it! So take that! I don't need things to go right to be happy! I'll be posting my PaD shortly from my phone, after writing it in Word Mobile. I'm prepared, bitch of a day!

Prose a Day Begins! First up - The Frog and the Monkey

Well well well... So it begins! 365 pieces of writing, one a day for a year. I just bought today two domains - theworldofchuck.com and proseaday.com. I'm really surprised no one had taken proseaday.com yet! JoCo really started it with his Thing a Week, but his are songs, so they take much more effort and so I figured daily is more fair. I plan on getting proseaday.com up tomorrow, although tomorrow is my long day at work - 9:00 to 20:00 - and so I may just write my prose and collapse. Either way, if proseaday.com isn't up by the end of Wednesday, then... errr... I'll write TWO pieces of prose a day for a week! theworldofchuck.com will follow shortly after, but will take a bit longer, being a much more comprehensive page.

I promised a week's worth of prose for the inspiration to all this (NOT JoCo, the other inspiration), and also the recipient of my last poem, simply titled Wandaliciousness. So, without further ado, the first of seven poems about her! This one is actually inspired by Google Talk. See, she uses a frog as her image, and I use a monkey. So what if it was a real frog and monkey? And what would happen if a monkey fell in love with a frog, how weird would that be? All these thoughts ran together, and so I present: The Frog and The Monkey!! Please note though, that the rhyme scheme is pretty much the exact same as the last ones... I will need to read some poetry so that I can get ideas for poetry that DOESN'T go just like that... Weird suggestions always appreciated, and challenges accepted!

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Hello there, sweet frog, pleasure to meet you,
And please, don't be scared, I'm NOT gonna eat you.
I write this to you to make you realize,
That despite species borders I simply can't lie.
I've always loved how you dance on your lily pads
As I've swung branch to branch with all of the lads.
And I know it's not normal for a frog and a monkey
To speak to one another, in fact it's downright funky.
Hell, we speak different languages, you and I,
Yet I can't help but want to take you and fly
Through the tree branches and show you my world
Of trees, bananas, bears and squirrels.
Show my little green friend off, I don't care if it's wrong,
Just ride on my back, right where you belong.
Oh, and worry not, Greenie, for bugs to eat,
Even my fur is full of their crunchy, tiny meat.
And so, buggy-eyed dear, I close just as I began,
Telling you all I can in this one poem's span.
I have loved you ever since I first saw you there,
With your slimy green skin and absolutely no hair,
And I want you to know that my love never stops,
Not in the span of a frillion froggy hops.
I want nothing more than for you to love me back,
For if you did, happiness I would never lack.
If you feel the same, then my life will be pure bliss,
But until then, I seal this note with a lingering monkey kiss.

"You turned apparel into an expletive!"

The first thought that crosses my mind trying to come up with something to blog about is on publishing. The ultimate goal to any writer is supposed to be being published - seeing their writing, whatever type it may be, on the shelf for all to buy and enjoy! But you know what? I'm starting to think that, in some cases, that's not true.

I wrote this long poem, it took three days to write it, mainly because I was so nervous it wouldn't be good enough (not a worry with Cold Pizza!), and the recipient, the awesometastic, wonderful gal named Wanda Mae, actually threw it up on her Myspace page. She did the same with another poem - actually the one that convinced me to get back into it again. And with something like that, seeing someone happy with it, proud even maybe (??) and putting it somewhere to display... That means waaay more than any publishing deal and book on the shelf could mean.

I apologize for sappiness, half a bottle of wine can do that to someone. Well, that and the joy of actually maybe making someone happy. That's what I was missing with game development - you spend months and months and months, and people might like it some, but you never get TRUE joy.

So, with that, I think it's time for bed. I don't think that writing is something I'll be giving up anytime soon, especially so long as I've got a groupie!!!! Jonathan Coulton started a thing he did, which he called Thing a Week, where he wrote a new song every week, recorded it and put it up to be listened to for free. Perhaps I'll try the same - Prose a Day? One piece of writing every day for a year? Even if it's a slow day, I can come up with a simple Haiku, right? 5-7-5, not exactly mentally draining!

SO BE IT!!!! As of Sunday, March 9th, Prose a Day is in effect! I will post my prose right here and, when the page is done, my website also.

TWO (Sorta THREE) Days Later!!

I'm so sorry blogger, please don't hate me. I know I missed you Thursday, and technically Friday since it is now 12:30am, but that means that in the majority of the US it's still Friday, so... Hmmm.... semi-on-topic thought: Military time, is 12:30am 24:30 or 00:30? I'd probably guess 00:30, but 12+12 = 24, not 0.

Anyway, gee what to blog about now? Well, in the past three days (counting today as Friday!), I've written a major poem, a shorter poem (but easily the greatest poem to ever hit the poetry world) and even a song! Unfortunately, I can't sing worth a damn and cannot play a single instrument, so it's just words... But it should be a song, it's written to be one! Anyway, it just feels so weird, since I'm supposed to be a game developer, to be WRITING instead. And POETRY??? Come on! Stories maybe, but poems??? But it makes me happy!! We all know who to thank for that!

So, speaking of what I SHOULD or SHOULDN'T be, why are my emotions going haywire? I'm SUPPOSED to be cool and collected. Hell, during the Gwen Era (late 1999-early 2008) I WAS entirely cool and collected. Nothing ticked me off, nothing got me impassioned, nothing made me extremely joyous (well, maybe Rock Band...). Ever since then though, I've had all sorts of emotion! I've had the softer emotions (I've blogged the hell out of them, yes), but more recently I've found joy and anger much more strongly as well, and much more easily. The joy is becoming so strong it's like a drug - I sometimes worry, you know, that it'll just get up and leave one day for some random reason. Maybe karma. But the anger, too, as I said. I have gotten SO angry. Anger never used to last more than about 20 seconds, perhaps because of my cold interior (my exterior was always humorous and flirty, thank you very much!), but these days it takes some good deep breathing and thinking about good thoughts to get through it.

I FEEL LIKE ONE OF THOSE ROBOTS THAT SUDDENLY HAS EMOTION AND THEY'RE ALL LIKE "I'VE ALWAYS WANTED EMOTION, BUT I CAN'T CONTROL THEM NOW!!!"

And to close, I happened to be watching Jimmy Kimmel Live, and remembered that I had forgotten to watch the "I'm Fucking Ben Affleck" side of things, so I checked it out. Funny stuff!!!! Goodness LOL. And they even got Josh Groban? Damn, that guy has a POWERFUL voice, doesn't he??? That guy could sing "pop goes the weasel" and I think he could STILL make people cry! Anyway, so ends another post. I hope you enjoyed! I live to please!

POEM: Cold Pizza

This poem was inspired by some in-shower texting, and I was even convinced to write the whole thing while in the shower! So, without further ado, I bring you...

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COLD PIZZA

So nice to meet ya, my name is cold pizza!
What's that you say? "I'm gonna eat ya?"
Just unwrap my foil, I'm naked inside
With pepperoni and veggies too tasty to hide.
I've been dreaming of meeting your stomach, you see,
And longing for when she will digest me.
So please eat me fast, no need to reheat,
Just grab my plate house and head to your seat.
And when you've finished me, my new friend,
Please don't think it will be the end.
My friends chicken, spaghetti and hot dogs too wait
For the time they escape the fridge prison they hate
And in freeing them, pal, you shall soon find
The chore of cleaning the fridge you'll have left behind!

WHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

If a picture is worth a thousand words, than I just looked at like six zillion words worth! AND converted those thousand words into like 5-20 a piece!

So.... slightly tipsy and very tired at 3:30, but I didn't blog yesterday, so here goes. I was going to blog so seriously too, but got carried away in giddiness, so I'll save that topic for tomorrow (errr... tonight).

What is it about people? They can understand you better than you understand yourself! I mean, recently the fantabulous Wandaliciousness send me some comments on Myspace, and it just sent me in this spiral of giddy joy because they covered like EVERY aspect of ME somehow! I never would have gotten all that on my own, and yet she was able to pick it all up willy nilly! Do we get too bogged down in overanalyzing ourselves that we lose ourself, yet when it comes to super awesome friends we can just let go and it comes naturally?

Let's just wrap this blog up with another "special friends are what life is all about!" I'm starting to think that maybe life isn't just about what we do and become, it's also about what we are to other people and who we keep in our own hearts.

Geez, I've gotten really soft since the AG (After Gwen, as opposed to BG, Before Gwen) times, haven't I? What the hell?? If I come off as too 'girly', please slap me and let me know!!

So.... then Segue to "Why Can't Life be Like Video Games?"

Well, it's 4am, and I feel obligated to pay a visit to my precious blog here. It's been one hell of a day, what with fighting over huge deliveries and all, combined with the fact that my car took forever to start, and it seems it'll need a new starter.

So... How about those local sports teams, huh? Yeah, they can sure play... their respective sports better than their competitors! And the weather! So gorgeous out!

Okay, gotta find a deep statement and follow it up with a long rant from on top of a soapbox. Errr... Wow, I dozed off a second there!

Let's pick a silly topic, since I'm in a silly mood, and anyone who'd happen to wander over here would think I'm some serious, dull dood (shout out to Wanda for the "proper" spelling of that!). OH I have the perfect thing! The following is the (only partially edited) first of my "game related articles" I was writing for my website. Only two were ever written, but maybe I'll do more!

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Why Can’t Life Be Like Video Games?: Death is Never Final

Wouldn't life be great if every time someone was in a horrible accident or died a tragic death, they'd come right back to life? So many video games allow the hero(ine) to come back at least a few times, and the only time people really die is from old age or a really horrible curse (unless it's an NPC, of course, they die quite easily). Sounds sweet, right?

Well, imagine if everyone could go around, knowing that if they died, they'd come right back. If people act like jackasses now, imagine jackasses that could die, laugh it off and go on like it was nothing!

That's not the half of it, either. Most games require some type of loss upon revival; games like Dragon Warrior take half the player's gold, and Neverwinter Nights takes some gold and experience. On top of that, nearly every game requires the player be sent back to a checkpoint of sorts; imagine a family on vacation and one of them dies, only to be revived back at home thousands of miles away.

And where does that money and experience go? In some games, a cleric or healer takes the money as a "donation,” in others it just vanishes somewhere. So fine - one day the church is charging $50, the next it's a few thousand. As for the vanishing gold and experience, I'd bet anything that's going to the government - that's hard earned money and experience - which is a term for experiences and knowledge! - going directly to some government. Plus, with some republicans in office, there'd suddenly be a "resurrection tax" so high that only the rich could afford it. Great - now only rich jerks can afford resurrection; not only can they buy their way out of prison, now they won't even die! Maybe it's best that life isn't like video games, at least as far as getting back out of death is concerned.

This is Me

Wanda Mae was brave enough to reply to my previous post, and here is my response, as promised. It's also a comment there, but I forgot I'd make it a stand-alone too. Here it is!!!



I want to be a solid supporter for those I love. I want to be able to help those in need, and I want to cheer them up when they're sad. I want to be a game maker, or a musician (honestly I'm not sure which way anymore) or even a writer...

My perfect day is the first date. It begins hanging out with all kinds of friends, and spotting that special someone. The challenge, the back and forth battle of flirting and teasing... The pride in succeeding, since we as men are the ones who have to put it all out there and battle for your attention. That semi-awkward, elated feeling of someone as you don't know anything about them yet, and you've built them up to be perfection. "It's loud here, would you like to go somewhere more quiet?" Going on a date. A real date, something I've never truly done. Lingering well past when the bill comes, just talking and laughing, staring across the table at one another. A movie, oh a movie! That warmth of cuddling through a movie is so magical. Something girly (honestly!) because when a girl cries, and you're there to support her, there is NOTHING like it. Arm around her as she sobs into your shoulder, seeing just how sweet and sensitive she can be after what a tough front she just put up before when meeting her. Kissing the tears away. Fingertips flickering over, watching her eyes flutter as she giggles, ashamed of her tears, my finger shushing them... Don't be ashamed, dear, be proud that you can feel. Show me those feelings. Let them out, let me share them, I'll even cry with you, but my tears are of joy to have found you.

The movie ends, and once again we linger. Not even heading to the realms of dirtiness yet, just... hand in hand, fingers intertwined, the occassional chuckle and whisper as the armrests are lifted, her head to my chest. The end of the night comes, and we lose each other in the passion we have built through the day... A gentleman never tells! But in the afterglow... breath ragged, sighing, blankets our only cover, cuddled up together. Such beautiful eyes she has... Falling asleep together... Spooned tight

Sorry for the over-detail, I lost myself LOL. So moving on... What makes me smile? Laughing, knowing I can make others smile and laugh. The idea of the above coming true! Pride.

Sadness? Oh boy... random Manic Depression. Failure. Feeling useless. Loneliness. Frustration. I don't really get MAD, so instead I get sad.

I LAUGH AT EVERYTHING!!! LOL But what really makes me laugh hard? Get lost? That build up that friends can share; it starts as one stupid comment, and you roll with it until it grows into this massive joke.

I melt at romance these days. Somehow losing my wife brought romance to the forefront of my mind. All those little things... All the stuff I described up there LOL. I also melt when someone compliments me, calls me a sweet name... I know it's not meant romantically, but it's still such a sweet feeling to be appreciated or wanted in any way. "Angel" comes to mind pretty much instantly.

These days I stand for independence and individuality. BE YOURSELF!! NEVER BE ASHAMED OF YOU!!! You are special, you are an incredible person, and I don't care WHO you are, someone will love the living hell out of you as you are! Never give up on YOU. Never give up on life.

I don't know that I'd die for anything. I cannot do any good for anyone or anything if I myself am dead.

I'm passionate about my friends. The closer you let me get, the more we talk, the more passionate I will be. Not even necessarily romantically (since it happens with guys too LOL) but the more close i get, the more I'd fight for them. That's MY girl/guy, step off (again NOT romantically, being straight and all!). Fuck with them, fuck with me!

My army is, again, my friends. We are unified in our love for one another. An effective army unit is tough when necessary, and always sticks together. NEVER LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND!!!

My god? Joy. Once more, my friends. I look up to and envy things about each and every one of them, they're all amazing people. I wouldn't be friends with someone not special in some way. In a way I'm my own god too, yes, but I do not worship that god at all, nowhere near as much as one should even.

No, I wouldn't do ANYTHING for myself. I am not that dedicated. I try to be, like this diet stuff, like saving money, but gluttony gives way.

SORRY FOR THE HUGE ANSWER!!!!

Finding Myself

This concert, nay, these past few blog-free days have really taught me something. Man cannot live by computer alone! There is much more to it! Concerts, socializing, flirting with random girls, partying with random people, making friends by doing little more than screaming "YEAH!!!!!!" as a band starts a new song... THIS is life! This comraderie with new people, forming new bonds, THIS is what it's about!

We as people, even if we don't necessarily get sick of our current friends and loves, DO need to continue finding more. Failing to do so makes us feel that we CAN'T.

To mix with this socialization, there are two other basic needs: self-confidence and individualization. Both of these areas were lacking also. Self-confidence comes from success in individualization and socializing. So the question is, who is Charlie?

Charlie likes music, and games, and funny stuff. Is that it? Can I really be summed up in 8 words? Oh, add "and likes to be there for his friends" - that makes 16 words. Not even two sentences!

I grew up with games, and what scares me (you're the first to find this out, Blog) is that they AREN'T my destiny. Music makes me so much happier these days. I do think games are fun to make, but I don't know that I could make it my life, at least not entirely. Maybe this is a good thing - I'm not fully 2d. But in redoing my profiles, I find it hard to find a true "about me". I'm a casual game developer who loves music and silly stuff and my friends.

So here's a challenge for you, all of you who read this (two people?). Comment back, or message me on Myspace or Facebook or whatever, and tell me who YOU are. Not just what you do, or what you like, YOU. Be honest with yourself, what do YOU want to be, to do, what is a perfect day for you, what makes you smile, what makes you sad, what makes you laugh, what makes you melt deep inside, what do you stand for, who or what would you die for? WHAT ARE YOU PASSIONATE ABOUT??? WHAT ARMY ARE YOU IN????? Who is your god - not like "Jesus Christ", someone you know, who you cherish and love and would do anything for. Do you have someone like that? Is your god YOU???? Would you do anything for yourself?? If anyone dares to do this, I will too, I'll make a new blog post for you to see.

Wow, I repeat myself a lot in my blog, don't I? Sorry, I do it for me, so I apologize to myself I guess>

Cold Wall Up

Okay, can't do it anymore. Loneliness + desperation is too dangerous a combination. Thus, I'm done for now. I am happy to have friends. Other than that, I'm done. I'm going to have to keep to myself a bit more to try to strengthen myself. I am relying too much on others, and I cannot heal that way. Sorry.

My Return to Glory

So, I have done some soul searching today at work, and realized that while my humor has remained intact, a LOT of the things about me that really made me me have either vanished or degraded, and there are some things I have always wanted to change about myself, even from back then. I'm going to, therefore, work on fixing all of these things.

What are these things? Well, primarily for my sake (but you curious people may want to know too!), I am going to list them all, and more importantly, I'm going to list how they'll get fixed!

1) Confidence
I used to be very confident, almost overly so. These days, my confidence is rather crushed, which you can tell from this blog even! Those days are over: from now on, even if it's jokingly, I will be confident about everything! If you catch me not being confident, let me know!

2) Body
While I have lost quite a lot of weight from the old days (I was at least 350 lbs!), I am still not yet an adonis (confidence there, see, I said YET). To combat this, I am going to be looking into gym memberships, cutting out fast food (or, since we go often at work, ordering healthier things) and non-diet sodas and drinking more water.

3) Procrastination
One of my biggest problems is that I never actually DO anything, I simply put it off until later. This is why the CtC demo isn't done yet! I will from here on stop wasting so much time on the things that don't matter so much (reloading email a million times waiting for messages from people, watching TV and so on). I have discovered blogging is a wonderful way to gather and track ideas, so I will not stop this, but other priorities will be listed in my google calendar, and I WILL STICK TO IT!

4) Being Me
I am what I like to refer to as a "social chameleon." If someone else has patented that without me knowing, I apologize, but it's mine! Anyway, it basically means that whoever I'm around, I become similar to them. Like sports? So do I! Rap star? I'm down with that shiznit! You hate video games? Well, I like em, but they ARE for kids... NO MORE!! This is how relationships fail, be it friends, lovers, significant others, etc. I am me, take it or leave it.

5) Standing Up for Myself
This goes with the confidence thing, as well as the "Being Me" thing. I never, ever, EVER stand up for myself or my beliefs, EVER. That's over too though, bwahahaha! I'm not gonna be some rude asshole, and I'm not going to force my beliefs on others, but I will not hide them or my opinions if asked.

6) Sense of Style
God, I may be effeminate in my feelings, listening to what people say (genuinely!) and whatnot, but I do NOT have ANY sense of style. Hair? Keep it out of my eyes. Clothes? What's Clean? Facial Hair? If there's a boss coming, I shave, otherwise who cares? Now this one I'm not sure how to fix... I think I'll ask for your help though! I will take some pictures of myself and post them in another blog post soon(that's NOT procrastinating, my camera phone doesn't take pics when it's this dark, and I'm going to be busy ALL day Sunday and Monday), perhaps you will have some ideas? I'm also going to buy a trimmer and let my beard grow in some, then shave off parts at a time, taking pictures as I go, then shaving more until clean shaven, so I/we can figure out what works!

So, there you have it! Six ways that Charlie will return to power, to morph into Chuck. It's not overnight, mind you (damn that'd be awesome though!), but these changes WILL be made. I will no longer be just a funny boy, I'll be a funny, handsome, powerful, confident man. Body, mind and soul.

Weird New Feeling

~~~~ First off, let me preface this by saying that originally, this blog was going to be about badass stuff. Music, games, game development, and all that hullaballoo. Instead, it's been about... *shudders* feelings!! So for those of you looking for bad ass stuff only, I'm going to start those posts with "BADASS: ". Since this one does not start that way, it is, in fact, NOT badass ~~~~

What is this new feeling coming over me? I know this one will sound ridiculous to most of you, but it's a new one to me. This sensation... of missing someone. Not just missing them, thinking of them in passing and such, but actually aching. Never before have I ached because someone wasn't around. Sadness is a semi-familiar emotion, but emptiness?? I have so much to be proud of, so much to be happy about - hell, I'm the Guitar Hero, the game programmer, I'M CHUCK!!! - but this emptiness is all consuming. The funny thing is, I'd bet money on the fact that the feelings are one way, so they shouldn't even exist! Damn you, weird, unknown feelings! Will you go away one day? How temporary are you? Are you permanent, even? If you are permanent, is there a way to remove you just in case? WHAT ARE YOU???

Suddenly those commercials come to mind, the ones where someone tough - a fireman or whatnot - is there, and they talk about how tough they are, then say that something "so small they can't even see it could knock them out - a clot". This is how I feel. Feelings are invisible to the naked eye... Hell, they're invisible entirely! Yet they can bring someone down so easily, or bring them to heights of pleasure unknown through any other way.

I used to keep myself cold. I used to shut off emotion, to just... be. Sure, I never got really happy, but I also never felt these crazy things either. And there is a different kind of happiness in isolation, but it's not really the same... Damn friggin crazy ass girly emotions that we men are supposed to be immune to!

Pain Without Pleasure

Why is it that there are people in our lives who cannot possibly make us happy, yet can enrage or depress us with such ease? What gives them the power to hit our switches the way they do? Why can't we tone them out the way we do with others?

Ha, that's probably my shortest post ever. There you have it.

Back to Writing

Oh how I used to love to write! I wrote poems and stories all day, and then gave it up as something silly. Now a challenge has fallen into my lap, one that challenges my abilities as both a writer and a man.

The story in question is about the meeting and coming together of two semi-fictional characters. Now, I had always considered romance total hullabaloo (sorry if that's spelled wrong, I just had to use it), but perhaps with some humor and a good person to use as inspiration, it can be done!

Romance cynic vs. the love story. Here it goes!

Special Friends are what Life is About

WOW! Let me start this post by saying that today has been the most SPECTACULAR day! I got a mattress from Gwen and tried it out... ooohhhhh *drools*... And speaking of drooling, never have I drooled so much in one day!

Who, or what, was the source of such drooling? Thanks for asking! Her name is Chanel Raspberry Chocolate, and she wears comfy clothes and toe socks, and she thinks she's kiss proof but oh no, she's quite the opposite! She is sooooo funny and is such a great supporter. So, Chanel, wherever you may be, all I can say is... Let's meet at the huge 17 in the middle of 55th!

NEW BED!!

WOOHOO, I just got a new bed (well, mattress at least) so I don't have to sleep on the floor!!! It's the smallest kind, what is that, twin? full? So it's just the right size for me. I had adjusted to the floor so much that a simple mattress is soooo nice! *happy dances*

Oh, Silly Me!

... I forgot the biggest rule of bad days is that it take bad days before you get good days! Now, at the risk of jinxing the night, today has gone very smoothly, and best of all, I'm off tomorrow!

To add, I will be working further on CtC tonight and tomorrow. I've said it before, but the game is getting close to demo completion! It's actually rather possible that it will be ready by the end of Q1 (end of March) still, despite all the things that have happened this last month.

ALSO, I AM STILL LOOKING FOR VOICE ACTORS/ACTRESSES!! I do not have money to pay, but you will earn eternal gratitude and I will get you ny kind of reimbursement I can. If you're interested, please let me know. And this goes for kids too (with parent's permission of course), critters are like cartoons and have goofy voices!

Predictions

Oh boy, not even 9am and it's already shaping up to be a rough day. Don't you just love when that happens? Argh! Well, work is about to begin, and will end in... 11 hours, joy!

Purchasing of Necessities and Muse: Invincible. Awesome Song!

Alrighty! So this week, I had $100, which is a lot of money on top of the bills to pay, right? But then I realized that I really needed a printer ($30), some paper ($5), helped with groceries ($10), "Black Holes and Revelations" by Muse ($15), razors, shaving cream and assorted dollar store stuff ($10) and a special dinner for us ($20). Oopsies, down to $10 already! Dang, money goes fast, doesn't it? Only have to make it last for 5 more days...

Oh, but as a "gift", everyone in the world needs to watch this music video. Absolutely awesome. Muse has 3 members only, and yet they manage to make some amazing music. This is a video for their song "Invincible". It's a very sweet song, although it rocks out a bit toward the end as well. And the video itself is amazing, very well done! If you like this one, search youtube for "Knights of Cydonia" also - funny video, and another great song

I'm Back: Redux

Okay, so I don't really want to go into details too deeply, but due to personal circumstances I've been... busy the last two months. So what's changed? New address, where all I took was my clothes, toothbrush, my files, iPod, pillows (no bed) and laptop. Yep, you heard right: a gamer from the time I was 4 on my parents' Atari through the ages, suddenly without a single gaming system! But I have learned two major things:

1) Personal belongings get in the way!! I am just as happy watching TV on our 19" TV with no HD or premium cable (DO have the basic package though!) and, again, no gaming systems, as I was before.

2) I am a casual gamer, so other than missing Rock Band (which is expensive as all hell to replace), all the games I could ever want are here on the computer anyway!

"So Charlie, what have you been up to in nearly 2 months," you ask? Well, Crush the Critters is getting ever-closer; the list of to-dos is getting smaller and smaller. I moved and I'm learning to be independent. I know that 25 year olds should know how to do things on their own, but I've never had to - I moved out when I was 18 directly in with Gwen, and had been with her since. Stepping up might be scary, sure, but it's a part of life.

I am now going to blog nightly, about whatever the heck might be going on, no matter how mundane! Oh, what you have to look forward to! *Insert evil laugh here*