Dick Dale is playing the Red Eyed Fly March 12th
Let me repeat myself for those who did not just do a back flip and punch their hand through a wall in joy.
DICK FRICKIN DALE IS PLAYING THE RED EYED FLY MARCH 12TH!
If you dont understand go watch this.
Now, do you get it? This is surf guitar at its finest.
I have seen him twice and its fantastic.
You should strongly consider going.
I am all about it.
General Jack D. Ripper: Mandrake, do you recall what Clemenceau once said about war?
Group Capt. Lionel Mandrake: No, I don't think I do, sir, no.
General Jack D. Ripper: He said war was too important to be left to the generals. When he said that, 50 years ago, he might have been right. But today, war is too important to be left to politicians. They have neither the time, the training, nor the inclination for strategic thought. I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.
Happy St Patrick's Day to all my friends out there...
I hope you all have a bit of pleasure and a few good reasons to smile today.
Sean Patrick Kelley
Last night I had dinner with an Dave Wolveton, old friend I have not seen in person in ages. I met Dave back in the mid 90s at Aggiecon and served as his guest host back when his career was just getting into stride. Over the next few years we hung out a few times at L Ron Hubbard "Writers of the Future" events and I always enjoyed his company. I got out of touch with him in the late 90s due to just not being as active in the writing community and not keeping up with what was going on. Over the years I would occasionally wonder how he was doing. So come forward to the future with me, about two years back I picked up a fantasy series called The Runelords by a writer named David Farland. I enjoyed it tremendously as its well written and has some very novel concepts in it that intrigued me. After a few of the novels I googled the book and lo and behold if David Farland is just a pseudonym of Dave Wolverton's. I was thrilled to see Dave doing so well and hunted down his email address to catch up. He was in town this week so we had a chance to catch up over a very late promised BBQ dinner at my house. It was just a really nice chance to catch up with someone whose company I enjoy.
A while back I joined his writing email list "Daily kick in the pants!"
www.runelords.com should have a link to it on the page.
I highly recommend it for anyone who is interested in the profession of writing as a career or the art of writing a novel.
It has certainly encouraged me to think about my writing and getting it more in the fore front of my life.
I joined it, lets see if it picks up my LJ post as they claim.
If you get removed and you care say so and I will add you back.
It hits me at the oddest moments...
Tonight I was sitting there waiting on my poor sick son to get to sleep. Poor guy has been sick with the crud and can hardly breath or get comfortable. At one point today he just crawled in my lap and started crying and looked at me and said, "I am having a bad day and it makes me sad." I think we should all live by 3yr old rules. We might get along better with each other if we were so willing to admit out faults. Shit... there I go again spelunking in my own mind.
I just had this realization while sitting there on a bean bag next to his bed that I cannot remember the last time I have meditated or performed any sort of mental house cleaning, much less spiritual. This all comes on the heels of me having gained back, over the last year a sizable portion of what I spent a year losing and a year keeping off. It was a sudden feeling like I am out of order or phase with my vision of myself. Its got me restless and frustrated, which has finally started the process over again. Stop with the crazy white mans refined sugar and get back to drinking the water. Its the first step in getting my body back in control, but damn if I am not dying for sugar. I can always tell when what I am doing is working because all other desires and wishes suddenly seem bland or unimportant, but the good old death grip on sugar remains.
So I have just hit a wall I think, or more to the point, I have hit a thinking wall, I find myself having a lot of internal dialog and sorting through feelings. People come into and out of focus in my memory like a multi layered slide under a microscope. Weird memories and odd snippets of pain from my past or a moment I wish that I could relive. All of this has me spinning like a top inside, both in a good and bad way.
Just a lot of things going through my head, and its probably time.