Sometimes I dispare...

I tell you I'm truely saddened by some people.

I was talking today with some of my favorite people, the sole reason I really stay at the place I work, and learned that some of the student body have taken to using the suggestion board outside the kitchens as a sort of bathroom wall. Where they can anonymously hurl insults at people of good character, charming demeanor and skilled works.

I heard that Mikey, the man who gets things done, the power behind the chef, and a pleasant individual all around (he laughs at me and considers me crazy and weird, that should indicate he knows how things are and such) was a target of insults and requested disciplinary action. Mainly it appears because somebody didn't feel that any restrictions or procedures should be applied to them and that they were entitled to anything they please.

But more shockingly somebody wrote something nasty about Julz. About Julz? About Julz attitude no less. That's absurd to a level unheard of. I've worked with Julz for five years now, and she is the type of person who I know I will never find something to compare to.

She is her own archtype if you will. There are the kindly grandmother and the dependable old soldier, the downtrodden man who would give you the shirt off his back, and the nervous and shy nerd and there is the Julz. Unflappable, warm chuckling, happy greeting, dependable short little italian woman. The (Person of authority) could swear on (something sacred to the above person) that she was rude and short tempered and it would only mean I would never trust the (said persons) words from then on.

Meanwhile we have witnessed incidents of students who specifically ask for their food to be specially wrapped. Then go off to a corner where they can stuff it into their pockets or bags and go through the registers to buy 'just a milk' and when asked if that's it, unblinkingly smile and say 'yeah I'm not really very hungry today.' before going over to another part of the cafe, to sit in comfy lounge chairs pull out their stolen goods and eat it with their freinds while watching a free Large screen TV playing an athletics game.

Then to top it off, they all rave and praise one worker, who is pushing fifty; lives with his mother after the divorce and talks about his young son TO all the college girls he oggles and flirts with. What's more he's been to court on at least one DUI and recently is facing charges in a shooting. (he even creeps out most of the ladies who work there)

Not to mention some of the sorely dissappointing behaiviour of some other people these days. I mean yeah sure, be human, make mistakes, have differing opinions and such, but at the end of the day lets try to people of moral and social grace, with respect for each other and the rights of everybody to be civil and to live their lives.

Those that demand, and feel entitled and do petty things against others simply because they do not like them are bullies and fools. And they seem to be more common than ever.

and thus my current dispare.

Take care of yourselves.
Roving Jack

I'm not sure, but I think I'm ready.

I've got a rough thought on an old manga script to work with and a second script idea.

I'm going lighter this year than past years because I've got so much else on my plate right now. Just the two one hundred page scripts.

I've had the older idea for some years but it's really not much more than a setting and a few characters thus far, I've not worked out what the conflict and cause of the story is yet.

The other one is a new idea that's mostly fully formed I just have to hash out the details on what the bad guys (aka obstacles) look like and what type of script it is. I really like the idea of a movie, but it would be nearly impossable to do well, and graphic novel has it's own pros and cons.

One of the hardest parts of the story is that there really isn't much room for dialouge. It's almost entirely conflict and struggle and heroic devotion of characters to help each other survive and get to safety. But it's important to the basic premise that there be a major misunderstanding about who they are and what exactly happened in the beginning of the story.

This means that anything that would clarify the truth, any dialouge must be incomplete or broken before it ruins the story.

I really need to formalise the details in the next few days. I've also got to work on a few other tasks before months end. Then take a lighter load with goals for April While I square some stuff away.

May and June are working hard in prepping for Connecticon. Then the con, and a bit of fun before buckling down to try and make the budget for the summer work out and figure out which work I will focus on for my income for the rest of the year and beyond.

A lot to do, better get to it.
Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack

Hope

I may have resolved the issue and banished the cursed waters. and it only took a few mins once I knew there was a problem and how to go about fixing it. Now we wait to see if the patient survives. the water damage to the seat was rather extensive. but with luck it should dry out and be okay.

The good news is the cars not been this clean in years.

I think I will make a conscious effort to keep it that way. Hopefully we are on our way to getting a few other things resolved as well. So I can get back to my life.

I should go through my notes for my scripts coming up this month.

I should also file my taxes, replace my cars air filter and maybe the pcv but maybe I can have that done with the oil change that is overdue. Then I've got to plan to change my tires. and inspect and reg for june, pay the mailbox for june, and that will give me the end of the costs for most everything I can think of.

If I take care of some of it now it means it's not a hit all at once. The better to plan for Connecticon.

Hoping your life is your own. Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

cursed waters

there is a pond I know, that follows wherever I go.
it's stagnant and brackish...

And it's behind my drivers seat.

Apparently my sunroof has four corner drains... and one isn't working right.

Their designed to clog and when they do they backflow into the car. Brilliant, why didn't I think of that.

So for the past several days I've been trying to get moisture out of my car, and the leather wrapped ponge that is my bac seat, get rid of the pond in my car and dry things out. It feels like a loosing battle. but I've got some tips online on how I might be able to solve the problem.

here is hoping.

Take care of yourselves.
Roving Jack

I swear...

Some people are really kind of sad. I wish I could not care about other people but it's not that easy.

When my buddy Eddie has things fall apart on him and criminals running through his life, I would love to stand back and keep out of harms way and then pretend like nothing happened. It would certainly have prevented problems in the past.

When other people have nervous breakdowns and can't seem to function on their own I should just wash my hands of them and worry only about me. It would save me a lot of trouble.

But the real truth of it is I was raised better than that. I was raised to a standard that tells me that even though my genetic mother was a drug addict and my Genetic father is paranoid and controling, with deep delusions, even those two people deserve respectful treatment.

If I can help them without risk to anybody else I will.

But it's more than that, it something that loosely corresponds to the ancient code of hospitality, something partly from how I was raised and partly from my faith. A rule that sort of states that you treat all people as honored guests and place their importance above selfinterest.

But even more than that I grew on stories of Knights. Where the good people serve a cause and fight for right. They champion others and sacrifice of themselves. They hold themselves to a code of honor... at least in the stories.

I like to try and carry many of these qualities in a world where most of them are long forgotten.

Some see that as making me a pushover, or nieve, some have I'm too sensative and just need to not worry about anyone but myself.

I pity those people, their lives are going to be sad, shallow and self serving existances that never satisfy them. They will never know freindships to the fullest extent of their grace, and they will never discover family of any kind other then documented or blood relation without any connection within.

I'm glad to help when I can, and I'm as good as my word.

I don't feel ashamed of that, and the word might have a lot less strife and sorrow if we could all do that much for each other. You might knock me down for these ideas but I'll get up again, nothing will keep me down for long. (I get Knocked down, but I get up again, aint nothing gonna keep me down- Tubthumping by chumbawamba)

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

Holy...

I pride myself on having a mind that can come up with some truely bizarre ideas. I think thoughts and dream dreams that hurt other peoples heads sometimes for the shear starngeness. I appreciate absurdities as if they were fine art.

But I have just had a day that has me chuckling, shaking my head, sitting in awed silence, and occasionally blurting out things like "What the F...", "How?", "Seriously?".

No newspaper reporter would believe the story, and twilightzone editors would scratch their heads unable to do anything with it.

It's the sort of thing that if it were in print you'd turn the page upside down because you are certain the right way just doesn't make sense.

I just... I...

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

It's always something

always some little thing nibbling away at the purse strings. I just can't seem to pull ahead on this sort of thing sometimes.

Though I cannot imagine how much harder it must be for other people, who have one, single avenue they follow for their opportunities. Sure there may be less in the way of material costs and start up, but it's like the table I had at the con.

If I focussed on one project or idea, I would have gotten much less interest than I did with my myriad display of rovings.

sort of like ravings but less potentially dangerous.

holy crow is it still the tenth,I think I was at work earlier this wake cycle. It feels like that was several days ago.
And I still have much to do this weekend.

We'll see what I can get done in the next two days and where that gets me.

Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack

strange thought for today

It starts something like this:

the landlord and the house mate just seem to be the type of people that feed into each others negative traits. partly due to being so differant, and partly from being so alike.

snarky comment: maybe they should go on a blind date.

muses pick it up and run with the idea, tinker and work away in a matter of second before returning the ideas as:

a service that gets you an archnemesis. I mean anybody who is anybody has an archnemesis right? and wouldn't it be super if you had a sort of penpal who would curse your infernal meddling and plot to be a general thorn in your side, perhaps they prevent your plan to take over the world, or hide you trousers while you change in the locker room. You know the really mean stuff.

Or maybe you have to stop their evil plans.

this does amuse me greatly.

take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

It would seem

it would seem my muses are making themselves obvious lately. Despite the dragging heels on the web comics.

The seem to snatch up some of the most random topics and run around screaming with them in excitement.

Among todays topics are alien news papers, houses the size of camping tents, how to make permanant magnets, corn dollies from things other then corn husks, and a real fun one...

Steampunking Irish travelers wagons and a setting for such wagons, their owners and the items they must have in the wagons.

It seems so perfect. The ultimate DIY types of people being gypsies and Travelers, used to referto them as tinkers, and some go by the celtic word for craftsmen. Chuck in a healthy dose of the traveling Carnie images and freak show preformer, with a touch of mystcism and fortune tellers. It ripe man. My mind is being painted from the inside with images of traveler wagons with riveted metal plates and rusty pipes, chugging along. Mith tinkerers in them dressed in colorful clothes with influances from all over the world which they travel.

Illustrations and props and stories abound for such ideas. and it comes from a simple question of wether or not anybody else has ideas for non-anglocentric steampunk ideas.

Yeah when my muses decide they wanna play, they wanna play!

take care of yourselves.
Roving Jack

knitting and such

I've been knitting a gift for my neice, and it got a theme.
She's a Harry Potter Fan. So it's a red and yellow Griffendor colours scarf.
I've also got a nother gift started for her, that sort of classifies as making an altered book, though to get the desired effect it's almost like making a whole new book to be honest.

Part of the fun I'm having is playing around with making props, and part of the fun is researching the setting and such. It is a wonderfully detailed and well thought out universe.

I keep thinking of the trip to see the movie props exhibit we all took, and how I could make almost all the props there with relative ease. But I also keep thinking that I could make something etter and depending on the item, being able to do things like imbed a real feather inside a growning peice of tree and later harvest it to make a wand. Why I would do it is beyond me, but I could.

Also on my mind about the setting is the question my neice faced, about what house would a person be selected for by the sorting hat. The easy answer for her was Griffindor. But Somehown I feel that I would definately be inclined toward Ravenclaw. Funnily enough while researching data I learned that the ravenclaw colours are bronze and blue. I'm quite fond of blue, and bronze is a wonderful metal, especially to a fellow who is also fond of steampunk.

Throw in the fact that one of my favorite supporting characters from the books was the cooky Luna Lovegood and I was reminded that she too was a ravenclaw, it seems a good match.

so what house would you be and why?

I really should get some sleep now.
Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack

It still counts

I'm still up and thus in my book it's still the right day.

Alright so I ran some errands and did some stuff around the house, then read a novel and a short story.

I really should spend some time tending to my comics in the next day, But after this I've got to top off my other blog and then get some rest. I've got to maybe get an errand or two done when I get up and then knit and work a bit on my comics and a few projects.

I think I'm getting back into the swing of things again, and strangely enough the easiest way to tell that is by other people. If one of my projects has a factor that depends on other people, when I'm back in the mode it seems like it takes forever to get results from others. Three days without a reply is like weeks.

There is a lot going on right now though so it's all a bit of a confused jumble and it may be a while before I can get stuff sorted and squares away in some way.

I've gotta go for now, Take care of yourselves.
Rovingjack

getting going on my projects

a lot to do tomorrow... or is that today?

This evening I did some research on nontransative sequences, flexagons, A certain boy wizard of whom my neice is a fan and a few other things of little consequence to others.

They are facinating though. I'll post again sometime after noon.

Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack