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[25 Jan 2010|05:38pm] |
You leave the country for a bloody week and come back to total chaos. It is nice to know I am needed but it isn't that hard to run a pub. I love the states but I have to go home on occasion where people talk properly and know how to make a decent cup of tea. It is also nice to see my parents on occasion. They were once Tales themselves so they understand the fact I haven't aged in going on twenty-five years.
I wish my Tale gave me patience. I for some reason even I can't fathom picked up a class or two at Columbia. I should have known better even people that can get into Columbia make me twitch. I'm going to have a tick. I always get pulled back to teaching though. It was the role I was cast in though.
So with that said all of you people that don't detest my presence should take me out because I need it really bloody bad.
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[01 Sep 2009|08:44pm] |
[Dhara]
Please tell me I'm not hallucinating and you can see that journal entry that looks like it was written with a bloody QUILL!
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[03 Jun 2009|10:09am] |
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With each passing day I turn more and more into a prepubescent girl with how often I giggle with joy because of what Dhara and I are writing. We are pinning quite the epic tale of adventure...or at least we think so. My publisher thinks it is a weird philosophy stunt but I assured him it wasn't and that I was writing an epic adventure children's book. Poor Robert refused to hand me over to anyone else for fear the book might actually be descent so said he will publish it through his publishing house. He then started mumbling something about always wanting to branch out. I think he was hoping for the Stephen King sort rather than the J. M. Barrie sort.
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[04 May 2009|05:50pm] |
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The more I think on it the more I have come to the conclusion I might have a god complex.
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[25 Mar 2009|03:56pm] |
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It is rather depressing how well my bar does when the economy is in the shitter. Do you really need a pint when you can't pay your rent? Why must I have a conscious? It is rather bad for business. I also I suppose need to start looking for a new bartender since my favorite one went off and got a record deal with his ragtag group of hooligans.
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[12 Jan 2009|10:42am] |
Is it wrong to want to write a children's book just to see if I one day meet the Tale version of my characters? The Oz books aren't even more than a hundred years old and neither is Peter Pan. It would be one hell of an ego boost not to mention rather crazy.
What makes a story that shunts Tales out into the world? It can't be the love of the story our Tales all made their debute at the first printing. Is it the imagination of the writer? The love they poor into each piece? Several of them were oral traditions before they were put into print so is that the key? Though you still have others that didn't have that tradition of being told to children. Is it the hinge of morality woven into each of us?
[Sammy]
The bar is all yours, kid. Just make sure you pull the blinds.
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[26 Nov 2008|12:34am] |
Many would say we, as a race of people and a culture, have fallen from the great height we had once achieved. I don’t see how it can be said about the world in which we live. There are thousands of individuals out there that scheme and plot against each other for the betterment of our world. PETA throws flour these days rather than red paint, antiabortion enthusiasts picket rather than blow abortion clinics to tiny little bits, and gays are being turned into second class citizens rather than being tied to fences and beaten to death. The state of the world is on the rise...why can’t we all see it?
Perhaps we can not see it because our world is still a seething cesspool filled with morons, hypocrites, elitists, bigots, and nasty little old ladies that hit you with their purse filled to the brim with cat food for even being under the age of fifty and within arm’s reach. And let us not forget about the tickets for public drunkenness when you are trying to walk home. Yes, officer with the over inflated ego and the horse named Buttercup, I am walking down the street three shades to the wind and wobbling. Why, yes officer, I am indeed drunk in public because I can’t bloody well sleep in the sodding bar...in truth I could but...the couch in my office is too short for my ridiculously long legs.
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