Socal Pariah’s Blog

Here’s a rough sketch of a fiction creature my friend and I thought up this afternoon for a story we’re working on.

I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but if I saw this out my apartment window I’d freak out. They need to do this in New York with the Cloverfield monster.

Its Monday night and im stuck in my three hour long strategic management class. At the moment, I am very thankful for the invention of wireless internet. Mercifully there is a window in this room, which allows me to people watch inbetween lecture slides. There doesnt seem to be many people out right now, such a waste… The weather’s been great today. I’d rather be out walking tonight, in the wind and cold… Watching the clouds whip around in the sky.

Hmm…odd, I just got the sudden urge to go out and buy smore flavored poptarts.

Lots of stuff to keep me busy for the next few months. I haven’t had much time to actually sit down and think about the things that haven’t been assigned to me. Probably won’t get many opportunities to write in a while so I’ll just end this little update with a walk down memory lane…..

Ok so I almost set the store on fire…so sue me. But I think that we can all now rest easy in the knowledge that the downstairs heat gun isn’t just a high powered hair dryer…well it is but the key word here is high powered. And they shouldn’t have put all those dry papers nearby! The hell are you laughing at?!!?

Time passes by with the force of sand
Shifting and shaping with the humors of the wind and tide
Tranquil skies brought by the turbulent storms of summer
Raging, passing, then all is quiet
Foot prints found within, they shout the story of progress

Here once stood an individual
With dreams and passions to rival the sundering of the world
A moment passes; all is calm and silent once more
The night is long and the cold enough to pierce the soul
The lonely sands echo a song

Where once stood a dreamer, there now lies only sand
Where once the world shook in awe
Now only whisper of the flow of the tide and wind
All is forgotten, all is lost

“I once built a castle here” one would say
“With towers and walls to block the sun…”
And it was true if you tilted your head just right
Yet the tides have come to sweep memory away

The days pass by
The world turns
The oceans wash
The wind blows

They have forgotten the dreamer and his castle
Of the mighty towers built from sweat and tears
And the walls wrought by hope
The world has turned long ago

The Darkness saps the warmth of lost passions
Yet the days continue to flow unheeding
When all traces have gone
The undying sand still remembers

This was something I wrote long long ago. The words from the first line have been making its way through my head recently so I decided to dig up my old poem. It kinda reflects my current state of mind.

I’ve been busy as of late. Lots of life projects to realize. There now stands an open door before me and above its threshold is a deadline. It is closing very soon and a decision is left for me to choose. Should I enter? The light washing from the threshold is blinding…it is herald to a period of change and compromise.

I feel nervous.

If I choose to enter I must stay firm with my decision. Another door lingers behind, it threatens to seal shut the moment I should choose to abandon it. That path is the one I have walked for a number of years now. I have learned from it and become familiar with its intricacies. It is a place of routine comfort and stability. Should I dare leave that place now? Of course I know the decision I shall make, strive forward. I can never let myself feel complacent, I cannot ever be content. If I ever were I would surely lose meaning.

I must muster my resolve and do what I must do.

Here goes nothing.

So, my buddy Mike and I were hanging out at his house and watching pre-recorded paranormal documentaries. We came across one show, depicting one of Joseph Stalin’s secret Cold War experiment program dedicated to breeding a warrior race of ape-man hybrids. It sounds crazy I know, but what was even crazier was this cheesy CGI clip of camouflage sporting gorilla men marching in perfect formation down a Moscow street. It looked like something taken from a Planet of the Apes movie, except it was much more awesome. Why? Because they were commie gorilla shock troopers genetically engineered to be the last line of defense against US aggression.

We all know Hitler had his secret SS troops working on occult super weapons and reanimation plots, but this thing with Stalin was ten times better. Can you imagine what would have happened if both dictators had somehow figured out how to make their crazy schemes work? It would be a gorilla communist army smashing itself against a ravenous force of undead Nazi storm troopers; sprinkle in some allied soldiers as protagonists and you have something that would make a great B-movie plot.

I couldn’t find the clip of the gorilla army online but here’s one that makes just as much sense.

I realized something not too long ago. I can’t quite remember what got me thinking about it, but now it’s become one of those life goals a person has to do before they die. I want to learn how to swing dance. There was a time long ago, I think in high school, when I had the chance to learn but for some stupid reason didn’t. Now so many years later I’ve got the sudden urge to finally learn.

Actually, the more I think about it, I really don’t want to really learn how to swing. What I want, deep down, is the excuse to wear and own a zoot suit. Just think about it, that over sized hat with giant feather and dangling key chain…walking around like I was one of those reject villains from Dick Tracey. Fun times. Fun times indeed.

Sometimes I come up with some really stupid/brilliant ideas or concepts that just need to be expressed in other mediums aside from words. Incidentally, I tried my hand at web comic publishing last summer, but didn’t get any farther than a first few pages before work and normal life duties took over. I’ll post a few of them up here now while I’m feeling the inclination to do so. Perhaps I’ll finish them off later if demand pops up (highly unlikely)

Concepts: Zombie Taco