A Week Where Dreams Become Realities

So a very very good friend of mine graduated yesterday. Seven long years was this in the making, and all I can say is look out Hollywood. It's amazing how we can all be given the same amount of time to do something with our lives and all come out with so many different ends, even when we all start out in the same place.

Jonesy is due June 3rd. And knowing that I'm reminded of how even greats like Johnny Depp go through life lost, with out full purpose until their first son or daughter come along, and they realize why they were meant, and the rest is just siding on a life of Fatherhood.

Top Model this week showed us that even though a beautiful, yet mysterious exotic ballerina took home the glory and honor of being awarded America's Next Top Model, the home body young woman from Oklahoma standing as runner up, reminds us all that your gut instinct for what you want in your life, is probably right in the end, and no amount of fashion magazines or hours spent infront of the TV can prepare you for a career as a Model and that it dose take more then a pretty face, and as with all art forms, some things are simply forged in natural talent, gifts we take with us, no matter where we go from here.

Different Comforts

I think death changes everyone. Some it effects for a short time, others for a long time, and that's not to say the loss of a loved one comes with an expiration date, I'm actually trying to point on the opposite. Effects of a death will linger in us all, forever - until we reach our own evers. The temporary is just how much it all shows on the outside. A friend of my lost a loved one recently, the news had reached this person about ten minutes before they were due on stage. The show went off with out a noticeable hitch and after we were all left standing, wondering what to say and/or what to do next, this person was one of the many cancers I know and care about, and with a cancer, with most cancers, well I just had no clue on what to do or say. And in my moment to act, I feel as if what I offered, a very silent hug wasn't enough, or rather wasn't right. It had just been done from others and we are all different so our offers of comforts should have been different. I knew this, I learned this with Russell, when I was on the receiving end of allot of these particular offerings. So I should have come up with something different, more me. But a hug is a hug and not much from me. Still not even one show later and we are all laughing again. The pain was still there, common sense says it has to be, but you wouldn't have known, no way and no how. I'm now curious to see how things go after the closure is had. There is always the still moments between the death and the wake and further more between a wake and a grave side, The News, The Reality, The Severing. The loss of a loved one, in most situations is allowed three chances to leave it's effect on our hearts and souls, three attempts to alter us perfectly, in hopes of making us better or worse, or if only more aware. Still we are all different, much like the comforts we offer should each be different, so is true that no one death will effect us all in the same way. Even as a whiteness, and I think I speak for everyone in that tiny room on that day, even as a whiteness, we walk away ... Changed even if only momentarily in some way.

Random Thoughts Of A Time Much Simpler

So everyone can guess what I did last night. Honestly, did any of you actually go out and rent it yet? Despite the obvious alcohol influence over me last night, it's still one of the best Black and White films of all time, and sadly it was a bit ahead of it's time. A well thought out story, all I can say is if you rent it and watch it, then no matter how slow it seems, at least watch first 30 to 45 minutes, because like with all good stories, and bout 32 pages in, or in this case minutes is where the story turns and tweaks.

Moving On...

I'm thinking about doing a conjoined story blog or maybe going back to yahoo, I just want to put an edge to it y'know? Away for me to get back into online play while also displaying to the world that I actually have a talent. I miss being able to step outside of my self and step into the life of "Malcolm Evelynd O'Connell" Or "Iantha Harrison" or "Rick 'TEXSON' Southroad" or "Kittly or Saddie Blake" I miss that. But more then that, I miss the really talented people I worked with, because people who are capable of seeing the bigger picture even when dealing with something that will bring no more profit then the feeling of completion and a peace of mind, I mean those are my kind of people. And I miss all of ya'll. But there is still more like us out there. So it's either that, or.... I take an amateur acting class :P

Point and purpose, good characters do not deserve to die. More so when they are in their prime, because it took so much soul to bring them to life, and you know when They exist somewhere outside your own proverbial book, because of your influence amongst your peers. Then it's a good character. If I had full control over a comic book company and press, no matter how small, I know a girl in Louisiana and another in New Jersy and another in Ontario, and of course a talented man in Florida and a handful from both Pensilvania and right here in Texas who I would be calling up in a heart beat.

Because with the right team of properly inspired writers, there's nothing that Chris Claremont, or Warren Ellis or Jeff Lobe, or Joe Mad. or Alan Moore, or any other comic book great could have that couldn't match, with the right audience.

Ah Well in the words of Pat Green -

All The Good Things Fade Away

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