Mood: The Lobster Blues

Word Count: I got nothin'.

Well UK lost by a crap load yesterday so all the hillbillies will be calling for Coach Tubby Smith's head. And unfortunately that was the highlight of Saturday. Today was our semi-regular Sunday family dinner. My youngest brother and his wife brought their new puppy Bogey over. He didn't get along with Cameo, my parent's older dog. Then my middle brother showed up with his wife and new son. Middle brother must be stressed out or something cause he got mad that we were letting the dogs sort out who was boss. He has a legendary temper anyway. He just gets so furious so fast that I feel the imminent violence ready to leap from him. I think he is going nuts with his 6 month old son but he has been on vacation all week. That boy needs some anger management. I think I piss him off more because I stay calm instead of getting riled up with him so he can direct his anger at someone. Oh well that's the end of my Springer moment.

TOP MUSIC OF 2002: The Be Good Tanyas, Flogging Molly, Moth, Nappy Roots(KY rap and it's good),Public Enemy

BEST CARTOON: a 3-way tie between Invader Zim ( which was cancelled) and Justice League and Samurai Jack

WORST MOVIE IN 2002: tie between XXX and Reign Of Fire. If you want to see a good Vin Diesel movie rent Boiler Room.


'nuff said, Rob

Mood: Wore down

I named my leopard gecko Bella, which is short for Isabella Lagosi. She has eaten her first live mealworms for me and I bought her some needed accessories for her home. She really is a treasure to watch and she makes me appreciate nature again.

Secondly it is big game day around here. UK versus U of L for supreme bragging rights to the state of Kentucky. Yawn. It's getting tiresome. But isn't that always how it is when you get what you want too much?

I will be listing some Top Tens on 2002 in different categories. They are in no particular order, the only criteria being that I have seen, read, or listened to these items.

MOVIES Frailty, Signs, Spiderman, The Bourne Identity, Minority Report, Insomnia, Star Wars: Episode Two,The Transporter, Bloodwork, Red Dragon.

BOOKS Stay by Nicola Griffith, Tapping The Dream Tree by Charles de Lint, Kiss It Goodbye by John Wessel, Bad Boy Brawly Brown by Walter Mosley, Tishomingo Blues by Elmore Leonard, Jolie Bon's Bounce by James Lee Burke, Hell To Pay by George Pelecanos, Only Child by Andrew Vachss, Basket Case by Carl Hiaasen, Gone For Good by Harlan Coben, Shrink Rap by Robert Parker.


More to come, Rob

Mood: Estatic as Mike Tyson

Word Count: Nada

I got a present I wasn't expecting for X-mas. A Leopard Gecko. Her name is Bella. She is very shy and stressed out in her new home. This is one of the best presents I have ever gotten as an adult. Kudos to mom and dad. I handed out a list of things I wanted to my brothers and I got Pat Conroy's new book and the new Stephen King book which I hear is crap but who cares. I also got the DVD Get Shorty. So I made out pretty good. My 6 month old nephew Simon loved the presents I gave him. A couple of books that babies can feel different textures like animal fur. My Mom liked her outfit and I bought a smaller size than she wears which made her even happier. So I have been pretty blessed today. I even went to mass and was shocked when the priest said to fondle each other. I'm taking his comment totally out of context but it's still a provacative statement.

Merry Crapmas, Rob

Mood: Quivering

Word Count: 1,103

I came home from work to find an self addressed stamped envelope I put in a submission to a sci fi magazine. It hasn't been opened so I am going to let you in on the agony of rejection. Oh come on you know they didn't accept it. And the envelope says....ugh manuscript back, cover letter back with personal note of "We hate you." written on it. Actually it said, "Sorry. Can't use this. Best Wishes, Joe F." But underneath it means we hate you. They will not break my stride, oh no! Nobody gonna slow me down! Or some other crappy uplifting song.

Blechh, Rob

Mood: Wasted and not in the good way.

Word Count: Jack Squat

I went in early to work today to help with the media. I work at UPS and this time of the year the press likes to come in and observe the madness. So me and three guys pretended to load and unload an aircraft as a backdrop to our public relation's media interviews. It took 4 hours and spanned six states. The last city we broadcast too was Seattle. I worked my ass off and no one could see me because I was way inside the aircraftpushing containers. A lady from the PR department wanted to give me a videotape of the event. No thanks. So after that I really went to work. So I'm going to bed early don't give me any crap about my writing.

Nyah, Rob

Mood: My glass is half-empty.

Word Count: 1,319 on a short story

I lost in my fantasy football league yesterday so I'm playing for 3rd place next week. If I lose the worst I will win is $200. Not too bad but first place was $600 and well within my reach this year. Well I beat my ex-wife this year so all's well that end's well. And I seem to be getting my writing done even during the X-mas rush at work. What can the Brown do for you? I also have 3 short stories on deck plus a novel idea. I want to finish a short story every two weeks. I need to have some ammo to send out to the short story markets if I ever want to stop working X-mas's(How in the hell do you make Christmas plural?)

Rob The Bold

Reading: Charles de Lint Tapping at the Dream Tree

Music: Queens of the Stone Age Songs For The Deaf Lucero Tennessee

Mood: Un-piss poor
Quote o' the Day: "I can fix a bad page, but I can't fix a blank one."

I'm working on writing 4 pages or 1,000 words a day whichever comes first. It is a decent goal to shoot for but the space soap opera Taken is putting the kibosh on my plans. A 20 hour mini-series!! And it isn't very good. Why do you watch? Hell if I know, I hate this one character so bad I keep showing up to see if they will kill her off. I could give a rat's ass about the aliens but if they happen to land a flying saucer on top of her I need to see it. Tonight's the last one so soon my misery will be over.

Rob the other white meat

This is a testes and a beta version. Be patient as I refine my skills in Bloggery.

Merci, Rob

Welcome the land of cornbread, bourbon, and dog food on the hoof. Scrawlings of a half-ass fiction writer will be displayed on these pages. I promise only 50% of what you read on here will be true. It is MY version of what is happening so of course their will be an editorial slant in my favor.

Enjoy, Rob