This is what's up. I know I have not posted in a while, but yall know damn well I am lazy. Once I take off my Uniform all I wanna do is lay up in bed, suck my thumb, and look at television. I don't wanna get up and "l,m,n,o". I don't wanna go to the story. I just wanna relax. It was easy when my wireless Internet was working, because I had the laptop laying right there, within reach. Now I have to haul my lazy ass out of bed and walk the ten or so feet next door, hook up the little connection and shyt, before I can blog. I hate that SHYT. I don't care. So, anyway, I talked to my boy Lou last week and he told me that I could by a little wireless thingy that would take the place of the one I messed up in my laptop. (How come none of you jokers told me about this little miracle of technology? Haters! LOL). Well, on Wednesday I drove down to Ovila, Texas and me and Lou-Lou went down to Best Buy to by the little do-hickey, and I just knew I was gonna be good to go. I was gonna post and catch up on ready all of you good people's blogs and all that good stuff. Well, how about that shit didn't work. My fault. Part of the deal with me and Lou was that I was to bring my laptop with me when I went over to his house, so he could help me set up the wireless thing. But my mom called, distracted me, and I didn't realize until I was half way to his place that I didn't have the damn thing with me. And yall know gas prices are too damn high for a brother to be turning around and shit. Fuck that. I figured, how hard could it be. Something just aren't rocket science, right? (I got home and couldn't get the shit to work. Ain't that some bull…)
So, I'm like fuck it. Which is pretty sad, actually. There is so much going on out there that I would like to speak on and I know you good people have spoken on. But damn it, if me and my laptop are gonna fight, I'll be damn if I ain't gonna win. I found something else to do. You will all be very proud to know that I really found the flow on the unpublished Children's book I wrote and am now trying to illustrate. That is what I did on my days off this week, once I realized that I couldn't get the wireless thingy to work. I focused all of my frustrations into working on the story board for my book. I had started the illustrations way back in August of '07 and had completed about five or six good pages, not including the two possible covers. Then, as always, I was over critical of myself and did not think that the illustrations where up to par with the kind of things would keep a child interested. They just were to static. I needed more animation and humor going on with my lead character. So, procrastinigger that I am, I put it and all things creative (blog not included) on the back-burner. I did not paint. I did not draw. I did not read (blogs not included). I just shut it down. Hell, I had not done anything artsy-fartsy since then. Not that I didn't have the urge or the ideas. It not even that I didn't have the want. I just didn't have the will (if that makes any sense).
But now, all that shit has changed. I am very happy with the progress my book is making. The story boards, which I never do, are on point. The movement of the characters are fluid and whimsical (at least the little stick-like figures in the story boards are). If I can't get those bad boys to pop when I transfer them into a bigger and grander forum, I will be one happy camper. And then, if I can managed to get the damn thing published, I will be on cloud twenty (well above cloud nine). But on thing at a time.
On a whole 'nother topic. Hey, is it okay to be disappointed in someone who you claim to love unconditionally? Is it hypocritical to say that you love somebody unconditionally and yet feel like they have let you down emotionally? Because I have a friend that I am very disappointed in, who I love with all my heart. I feel guilty about being disappointed in this person; first because I feel as if I am passing judgment on something that is really none of my business and second because I feel like it makes me a hypocrite to be disappointed in someone and still say I love them unconditionally. I don't know I am conflicted. What do you good people think?
-One Man's Opinion. Peace.
(You know what I have noticed. I cuss way too much on this blog. You are reading blog created by a man who has never utter a profaned word in front of anyone in his family. Except last year when I told them I wanted my head stone to read, "Bye-Bye Bitches", but that didn't count.)