Come on! Hop in the Delorean, let’s go!

Whoooooooooooooooooooosh! pzt bzt pitsh bachowwwwwwrrrrmmmm

I decided it was time to finally sit down and tackle the problem a lot of us are facing. Debt. The cruel mistress and price of my greed for toys was piling up along with the anxiety of not knowing where I am at. So I figured it all out and figured out a reasonable payment plan to make it all go away. Every expense I have per month, what was left over, and what I had to live on was all planned out and calculated. So now I’m on the road to freedom.

Now, after a person figures out these things the last thing on their mind is spending money. However the hunger was setting in and I desperately needed some household items. So I turn out the pockets and the wallet to discover I’ve got $12 cash money, solid green backs, hard earned bones, mother effin’ doe ray mine. I look at my desk and scavenge the quarters from this weeks pocket change. I also open the junk drawer on my dresser looking for quarters; there were none, but I took a dime and two nickels just so opening the drawer was worth it. Tally before I left the house $13.70!

I decided to go to the only place I knew that could stretch money for days, Grocery Outlet. Trash bags took a solid chunk of the money at $6 bucks but I grabbed dinner and a loaf of bread anyway. The math in my head said I would be close but I should be alright. It isn’t like I don’t have any money in the bank but I wanted to see how far the cash I had would go. It was close! Way close!

So close I just had to say, “Thanks Universe!” You rock my world again!

The beauty of the memoirs is that I place no rules on them. Some of the text is just blind jibberish where I could not be bothered with corrections at that time. Essentially I have been able to capture a snap shot of my mind during some of the most important events in my life. Reading back I started to notice there was no pattern. It is as though each entry was written by a completely different person. If it wasn’t for the consistency and actual follow up to previous entries you would think it was some sort of anthology where every author just tore a page out of their own personal journals.

I’ve always been on the quest you see. The quest for complete self definition. Consistency in this pursuit is evident at the root of every action, relationship, conversation and intellectual pursuit I’ve ever undertaken. I will only do things in life where the reward for failure is equal to the reward of success. Chew on that carefully.

My memoirs tell me that I’m always changing. Five years is beyond habitual abuse or even addiction to change; it is now a part of who you are. I think there is only one thing to do and that is to embrace it. Be comfortable with who you are today and be prepared to meet the new you tomorrow. We are all suffering from the exact same mild case of personality alzheimers.

I had the mic hot tonight so I figured I’d record the blog post I’ve been procrastinating.

“Show notes”
- NaNoWriMo
- writing group
- Give Blood and Thanks
- work ethic
- daily writing diary

My copy of Jack Wakes Up

With any story you read there is a certain passage or line that hooks you in.  That one part that says, “oh hell ya.  This is how it’s done.”  I just finished Seth Harwood‘s Jack Wakes Up.  This was the part that did it for me:

“Yes, sir, this is the man here: Jack Palms,” Ralph says, stepping forward. He has a thick cigar in one hand and a scotch in the other. He sways as he moves. Jack realizes this is why Ralph asked him along: because he’s planning on spending most of his time in the bag.

“Jack Palms,” Al says, “let us share with you some blow.”

More laughs and then Jack watches Al, Ralph, and the others retreat to the couches. He can see a glass-top coffee table in the middle all ready to go, with the lines cut and set. Ralph sits down on one of the couches and starts rolling up a twenty.

Jack Wakes Up follows Jack Palms, the washed up movie star of “Shake’em Down.”  Jack finds himself in a financial situation that causes him to get involved with an old friend named Ralph Anderino.  Ralph ropes Jack into entertaining some out of town Czech’s interested in two things: scoring mountains of blow and haveing a good time.

Jack ends up in the middle of a story line that takes you to the hard streets of organized drug crime in San Francisco.  Czechs, Colombians, KGB, Gangsters, crooked cops, sex, drugs, fast cars, and a lot of guns; Jack Wakes Up was my introduction to crime fiction and “Danny like, Danny like very much.”

You remember that first time you saw Fight Club? You walked out of that theater thinking you were all American bad ass.  You looked at every guy, big or small you played the fight out in your head like a movie.  You walked close to them on the way out just hoping they would give you a reason.  A little comment, a wrong look, or maybe some disagreeable body language was all you would need to get in their face and say, “What mother effer? Take a swing.”  This is the same feeling you’ll get when you read Jack Wakes Up.

I find myself shifting between the different characters.  Maybe I’m Junius, not taking shit from anyone and demanding respect.  Maybe I’m one of the fearless Czechs never backing down from any fight; fists or guns, I’ll stay for that party.  Maybe I’m Jack Palms.  I’m a good looking actor, I have a ’66 Fastback that melts panties off women, and somedays bad shit happens to good people.  Seth does a great job of developing these characters.  I loved all of them.

On a personal level Seth is one of the authors I respect the most in the podcast novel community.  He podcasted it for free, he got the book deal, and he podcasts from his hot tub keeping it REAL about what the publishing world is all about.  Seth isn’t full of the flowery bullshit or whining about his trials and tribulations – we hear that from so many authors these days.  He hasn’t dropped off the map and gotten so involved in his success that he forgets about us (I won’t name names but you know when you are neglecting the people who made you).  Seth is one of the most educated well rounded guys in the game today and he is a great story teller.  When my debut podcast novel is ready I know Seth will have my back.

Jack Wakes Up is the first in a three part series of Jack Palms novels.

Get yourself a copy of Jack Wakes Up off Amazon.

Of course all of them are FREE for you to consume as podiobooks.  Click the pics below for links to the different Jack Palms novels.

Free: read the first three chapters of Jack Wakes Up as a PDF you can download now! (click to get)

Seth is a game changer for sure.  I identify with a lot of his philosophy about writing and publishing.  Of course the nature of the game is not to immitate but innovate.  This is where I come in as the new blood, the student, and the next BIG thing.  “Shake’em Up! Baby.”

The short answer – “Great! Fun! I’m grateful to have reassurance that this is indeed what I am most passionate about.  Things are forever changing.  I’m learning so much, exploring everything freely, and dissolving all limitation.  I’m doing it.”

The long answer -

Things are going fantastic!

At first my intention was to sit in the wings and observe.  I’d watch the blogs of J.C. Hutchins, Scott Sigler, Mur Lafferty and all the other influential authors in the podcast novel space.  All the while I’d work on my masterpiece and blow them all out of the water when it was ready.  After a very short while I figured out this was not going to work.  I was sitting in my hobbit hole scribbling but no one was reading it and I wasn’t learning anything about the craft like I wanted.  So I started searching for low-risk ways of exposure.  This is where the 100 word stories podcast came in and GreatHites.  Weekly contests where people voted for fun on the stories and your story was syndicated in a podcast.  It was simple: if people didn’t like your story they didn’t vote for you, done.  No one screamed at you and no one told you it sucked, it was bliss but also not enough to move forward.

I did that for a while and I started to educate myself more about the writing industry.  I subscribed to Writer’s Digest and every podcast I could find about getting better at this writing thing.

So that is where it started and things evolved way faster than I thought from there.

So, where are we now?

I think an itemized list will be more effective than a long hunk of wordy prose.

• I write for the 100 word stories podcast every week.  Those are the 100 word stories you see posted here all the time.

• I write for GreatHites as much as I can.

• I have two stories being published in the GreatHites Podiobooks Anthology.  The Reconstruction and Children of the Garden Wars. (still need to edit those for you Jeff, sorry for the delay.)

• I got into my first REAL writing group that Justin Lowmaster (SpaceTurtle) got me into.  They are a wonderful group of folks and I love interacting with people who nerd out about this stuff as much as I do.

• Give Blood and Thanks is officially a podcast now and is in itunes and all that.  It will hit 17,000 words very soon and be in official novella territory.

• I plunged headfirst into the social media space to rub shoulders and learn from these people I thought I would covet forever.  They are all supportive and great.  I have Twitter and Facebook for now.

• I have a ton of ideas I’m working on and new ones crop up constantly.  I have enough material right now to be locked in a room for about four years and write a few books.

• I’m learning the value of 100% transparency.  What I do that a lot of authors (can I say that yet?) don’t is, I post everything!  I post the ugly draft that I read from with all the typos, crumby syntax, constant switching of tenses, and even spelling errors.  If things get pointed out to me I go back and fix it, but I don’t ever dwell too long.  I’m not submitting to magazines, I’m not agent hunting, I’m not submitting to publishers, I’m just learning and sharing with all of you.  I don’t want to be on this journey alone.  I want my friends to know what is going on and the world to watch me grow up.

• I’m confident that I will be a novelist when the time is right.  Actually, the time will be right in November.  I will be participating in my first official NanoWriMo this year.  I’m extremely excited about it and there is a lot of planning I have yet to do if I am going to reach the 50,000 word finish line in just one month.

I think that covers all the bases for now but things are forever changing in this world so who knows what the next day, week, or month will bring.

Thank you all for your constant supportive words and encouragement.  That stuff really means a lot, truly.

That is how the writing thing is going. – Danny

I got educated about bubblegum and what it took to blow monsters.  What were the pros using?  How are they able to do it? Can I learn to do it?  Two words will answer all those questions – Dubble Bubble (get some).

I knew about the BWC from my research but I never really thought about entering.  I kept recording bubbles and posting them online as they got bigger and bigger.  It was the BWC commissioner Bobby “boom boom” Bickerson that approached me and said I should give it a shot.  What did I have to lose? Worst case I get last place, but at least DannyMachal.com will be posted somewhere new, which is what I really wanted.

So the results came in and I got second place! How cool is that?  Alright let’s say it together, ready?

“I know the number two ranked bubblegum blower in the WORLD!”

Big thanks to Bobby and the BWC – this is so much fun.

Here is a link to the results.

http://www.bubblegumheaven.com/bubblegum/tableexp.html

Below is the video my entry came from.

Hutchins’s book is about a man suspected in 12 murders.  He is currently being held at Brinkvale Psychiatric Hospital and his name is Martin Grace.  Martin Grace isn’t your average killer/crazy person, for he is also, blind.  Now, Personal Effects – Dark Art is told through the eyes of hipster art therapist Zach Taylor.  Zach helps the insane by letting them express themselves through art work, painting, quilting, etc.  He gets assigned to the Grace case and has a week to determine if Grace is sane enough to go to trial.

Personal Effects – Dark Art takes you into the mind of a complete mad man.  Martin Grace claims there is a force that rules him, he talks about, the “Dark Man.”  Even Zach isn’t immune to the Dark Man’s infectious evil and finds himself slowly being sucked into his own psychosis as he unravels the dark details of not only himself, but also Mr. Grace.  Things are not what they seem with Brinkvale’s newest resident, and Zach must learn that.  He must discover it all, even dipping into his own personal darkness.

This is more than a story you just read and walk away from.  Look at these pictures I took.

See all that?  Those are the photos, birth certificates, death certificates, identification cards, scribbled notes, forgotten letters, ancient accommodations and other important documents that are all part of the Personal Effects – Dark Art universe.  Go to My Flickr! page to get the big versions.  It isn’t just a bunch of paper and plastic, no, there are websites and contact numbers.  That is MY cell phone with Zach Taylor’s phone number.  Call it, I dare you!  Zach isn’t the only number in my phone, there are other numbers I discovered as I read through the book.

When I first got the book I spread out all the stuff that comes with it (as you see) and started to take notes and organize myself.  That is the notebook you see there.  I was glad I did, there is SO much extra stuff beyond these written pages I can’t even begin to tell you.  Well I could, but Zach Taylor does a better job.  I got it on Thursday of last week and I stayed up until 3 a.m.  I finished reading all the text but then I spent two days just exploring the rest of the Personal Effects – Dark Art world.  It is truly the evolution of story telling.  No movie, no game, and no television program will ever get you as involved in a story as Hutchins’s revolutionary method.  Get yourself a copy and check it out!

Click here to get it!

If this isn’t enough – Hutchins has started releasing the prequel novella to Personal Effects – Dark Art.  It is called Sword of Blood and if you ask me, it is way more bat shit crazy than Personal Effects.  Sword of  Blood also started me on a personal quest, a secret quest.  shhhhhhhhhh

p.s. The story hasn’t ended for me, I don’t know that it ever will.  I tore out page 179 and I carry it with me now.  You were wrong Hutch, it does mean something, and I will figure out what.

I have missed you all, oh so dearly.  Life struck me the last couple weeks and I have had to move into a new apartment, which I am loving very very much.  I was also pretty sick for a few days but my immune system is winning on that battlefront.  Finally, I’m back into the swing of things and into the normal routines.  So I can write write write again, and get back to the gym.  I’m very much looking forward to hitting the Backpacking Trails in the spring and that requires more endurance training.

I’m working on some GREAT story ideas right now, so look for at least one of those this week.  Also this post wouldn’t be complete without a video tour of the new pad…. 3 – 2 – 1 .. ACTION!

So I’m being challenged to write an Epic Poem in heroic verse using an iambic pentameter with 5 feet.  The kicker is that it needs to be 1000 to 2000 words which I find to be very intimidating but also EPIC should I complete one.

I used to scoff at poetry, mainly because all I was exposed  to were the ancient verses that made no sense and the useless rambles of the emotional self proclaimed poets of my teenage days.

example:

“… The knife cuts, oh so deep

My days blacken into night.

I can not even count the sheep,

Lord save me from my plight….”

Yea… whatever you say James err I mean “Dark Lord Con.”  Real poetry is very technical in nature.  That is the challenge of writing good poetry.  There is also the challenge of people not knowing how to read poetry and appreciating what you have done.  Now I’m rambling – better cut this off.

other notes:

My Week 2 Assignment in my Fiction class unfortunately had me writing a bit for my novel and I’m just not ready to show the world that yet.  So hopefully week 3 will yield something I can share.

*flashback music*

After my last post I boarded the Ferry To Keystone to get to Whidbey Island.  I’d never done this “drive your car onto a boat thing” before, so I was a little anxious.  Of course they put me next to a huge gasoline truck which just added to the fun.  I’m thinking to myself, “great this will go two ways – blow up or drown to death, awesome….”

They turn all the lights out on the boat.  So there I am sitting in darkness chugging along to the next port.  I start to prepare myself.  Roll down the windows, take off the jacket, get backpack ready to evac if she starts to go under, and listen to music.  We get to the unloading point and I go to turn on my car – click click click – Oh wonderful. I’m the second one in line to get off and my car won’t start.  Suffice to say, I needed a jump.  They push me out of the way and I’m just cracking up at my luck.  I get some weird looks from the crew.  The little jumper box they had was dead so they had to get this converted push cart device with a carefully engineered tire strapped to the front to push me out to the garage where they have the big jumper.

Once things got going I drove up out of Whidbey to Fidalgo Island.  I get a room in Anacortes and head on over to Burlington to see Saw V at the movie theater there.  I go straight to bed after so I can catch the early ferry to Friday Harbor.

Friday Harbor is on what I believe is the biggest island of the San Juans, San Juan island  (go figure).  The ride there took a little over an hour.  Now that I was educated on the Washington Ferry system and how it worked, I felt much better about using it again.  I forgot to charge my camera battery so I was only able to take one picture on the ride there.  It was pretty awesome cruising about and seeing all the other boats out in the water.  The sun was out and bright and there was hardly a cloud in the sky.  There I was, cruising the shores of the San Juan islands just as I intended to do.

My destination today was on the north end of San Juan island.  There is a mausoleum there built by John McMillan (who founded the Roche Harbor Lime and Cement Company where Roche Harbor resort is currently) to honor his family.  So what is the big deal about a guy building a fancy tomb for his family? This guy was deep in the Masonic order.  Which meant this was going to be a very significant site.  The Masons were involved in its construction and that had me itching to see it.

I’ve never been aware that something I was looking at was constructed by Masons, so this was very important.  Everything about the site would have significance.  The number of steps, pillars, directions, any symbolism or imagery carved into the stone would have meaning to the order and no one else.  It did not disappoint.

I had to hike past a very old grave yard with graves on it older then the founding year of Friday Harbor (1909).  Late nineteenth and early twenty century were most of the dates on the tomb stones.  Lots of children were buried here as well, which was a little unsettling to say the least.  There are pictures of this that will be uploaded to the gallery when I’m done here.

About a hair under half a mile I would guess was the total trek to the Mausoleum itself.  Coming up on it was intense and I was alone.  After crossing the rusty moss covered gateway that said, “After Glow Vista” in the wrought iron, I came upon the steps to the site.  The pillars all had indentations in the tops of them – no doubt for holding oils to burn or plants.  When I got to the top of stairs I stopped at the last one that had gathered water in it.  I’m not a religious man but I figured its only respectful to anoint myself and cross on the way in.  Don’t want to upset the dead.

I was preparing myself to feel an intense energy when I got in the circle but I didn’t.  It was very peaceful, there was nothing to fear here.  A stone table with stone chairs around it were at the center.  Six stone chairs sat around the table, each with an inscription of whose remains they housed.  The structure had 7 columns but one was broken in half (on purpose).  It was all significant, down to the smallest details.  Masons don’t build things for nothing.  Here is a link to the local chapters info on the site

http://sanjuanmasons.com/mausoleum.html

I spent a while there looking at every inch of the place.  I was hoping of course to solve some great mystery and put together a peice of the Masons best kept secret.  I got out some parchment and started to connect the dots of the columns in 7 and 6 point configurations … I didn’t come up with squat.  It was clean.

I drove back to Friday Harbor and poked around there and took some pictures with my lightly charged camera battery from my car inverter.  I like Friday Harbor.  It is like Mayberry Island.  Almost every damn house had a white picket fence and there were kids all over.  I had lunch and caught the Ferry back to Anacortes.

I wanted to just drive it straight through last night and sleep all day today but I never would have made it.  I calculated I could be in Ashland Oregon by 3 or 4 in the morning and that was good enough for me.  I stayed in Ashland and just didn’t have the energy to enjoy it when I woke up.  I was way to tired and strung out on caffeine, so I drove the last 4 hours home this afternoon.  Ashland would make a better weekend trip anyway since its so close.

And that is that.

It was a great road trip and aside from some quirks I had a jolly fun time.  I really enjoyed  the fact that I would be exploring something new everyday.  We all sit at home so much and “make do” with the same sights, sounds, and places we have known for years.  I can’t stress enough how much of a benefit it is to break that cycle.  Getting out of your bubble and actually understanding there is a lot of world out there (as opposed to just saying it) is of vital importance to us all.

Thanks to everyone who kept up with things and commented.  It really kept me going knowing that I’d be able to share things with more than just myself.  I’m assuming you all won’t be checking my blog everyday from this point forward, but do check in sometimes.  I have a hodgepodge of things that I write about from time to time.  In fact there is a Horror Story contest I’ll be entering this month and I’ll be sure to post it here.  Its due by Friday so I better get to work.

ps. 1 draft and a read through is all I did.  Forgive the errors I’m way to tired.

pps. Gallery will be updated soon.

Port Townsend is the first place I feel like I would want to live.  Its great here.  The community is geared toward artists and holistic people.  Walking around a downtown area I found a shop for writers… it  was quite amazing.  I spoke with the owner Ana for a while.  It was very refreshing to talk to people that are as excited about the craft as I can be.  I went into the Tyler Street coffee house and had a few cups of coffee while I decided what to do.

They actually have a loft in this wine store I’m perched in and it is called, “The Artist Loft.”  Extremely peaceful here and relaxing.  I wasn’t in the mood for any city excursions like Seattle, I wanted to keep it simple and stick to the small port towns.

I tried to get a picture of the house that the Cullen house was based on but that shop keeper wasn’t lying.  A dog came flying out and there was a huge tree in front of it.  Then some shady people started to creep out the woodwork.  So I faked a turn around but wasn’t able to get a picture, just a glimpse of it from the side as I came down the drive.  Still it wasn’t anything we imagine it to be, but I can imagine a Real estate Ad with no picture and just a description being the foundation for what we see the Cullen house as.

I was able to get a copy of the Forks Forum from Bella’s birthday aka. Stephenie Meyer Day and you are all welcome to read it.

Final Thoughts on Forks and Twilight

Forks was the friendliest place ever.  Everyone I talked to and the establishments are all behind Twilight.  For a struggling logging town this is the best thing that has happened to them in a long time.  When I was taking the picture of the book store a kid rode passed me and made a remark, “Why are you taking a picture of a bookstore?” I smiled as he rode away.  I thought to myself, “in two months this whole region is going to understand why I am taking a picture of this store.”

It is so very rare that fans of fiction ever get to have something physical to see.  Most of the settings all take place within ones own head.  The worlds are 100% left to the imagination and you create all of it from the authors words.  Once I found out Forks was a real place I probably spent a good 3 days researching it, reading about it, and matching it up with Twilight.  This place was REAL.  Forks, La Push and Port Angeles – where so much of the story took place was within my grasp – to walk in the footsteps of characters I had experienced so much with.  It takes the imagination to levels that it hardly ever gets to go.

All of us dream of experiencing things that we just aren’t sure will be possible.  If I could be a Vampire Wizard Heir to the throne of Gondor believe me I would.  I’ll never say something doesn’t exist or that something isn’t possible.  To do that stomps on the dreams of the millions of people and children that believe in Vampires, Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, and magical creatures of all kinds.  It takes some real pompous egotism to do that and I won’t.  I won’t because I understand how important these things are to people.  People weave the very essences of fantasy into their own soul.  “Perception is Reality” :p … I feel very strongly about this sort of thing and I’ll do everything I can to make sure people keep on having dreams and fantasy.  Ever since I started to write my book (which is almost complete) I have had one sentiment in mind: “I don’t care if it flops on its face and I never write again.  I don’t care if everyone in the world hates it.  If one day, some kid down on his luck finds my book and it gives him some escape from life that he has been longing for… then it was worth every second I spent writing it.”

Read my “Why Harry Potter is important to me”.

Even though Canada gave me the boot (har har “aboot”), going all the way up here to see Forks was totally worth the effort.

Well geez Danny, so what now? Well! you guys totally delivered with the suggestions (as you did with the whole trip) and I’m formulating a new plan as I write this.  My map is right here and its time to get to work.  I should have a plan before the night is out!

About 5 years ago the DEA cracked down on a lot of things and you had to start showing ID, limiting the amounts of things you could purchase, and you couldn’t buy directly from chemical suppliers anymore.  I actually went liget for a while and stopped stealing but after the DEA shut down all the chemical suppliers things were back to the old way.  Masquerading as the chemistry Department from (insert college here) for botanical experiments wasn’t going to work anymore.  Back to breaking the law.

Then I moved to Chico.  Oh boy! A new playground for me.  I was in Chico for about 4 months and then it happened.  I picked up about 40 bucks worth of product at the Raley’s on East Ave.  As I walked out the door someone grabbed my arm and flashed a badge.  Busted… great… Petty Theft Misdemeanor, printed, booked, mugshots, the whole nine yards.  (yes I had to resist the Tator Salad urge)

Here is a link to my case

http://www.buttecourt.ca.gov/online_index/CMSCaseDisplay.cfm?URLCaseNumber=SCR47197

So what does this have to do with my trip?  You can probably guess.  I was denied my entry into Canada because of this infraction.  Here is the excerpt from the Canadian Immigration act that covers this.

“(2) No immigrant and, except as provided in subsection (3), no visitor shall be granted admission if the immigrant or visitor is a member of any of the following classes: (a) persons who have been convicted in Canada of an indictable offence, or of an offence for which the offender may be prosecuted by indictment or for which the offender is punishable on summary conviction, that may be punishable under any Act of Parliament by a maximum term of imprisonment of less than ten years, other than an offence designated as a contravention under the Contraventions Act; (a.1) persons who there are reasonable grounds to believe (i) have been convicted outside Canada of an offence that, if committed in Canada, would constitute an offence that may be punishable by way of indictment under any Act of Parliament by a maximum term of imprisonment of less than ten years, or (ii) have committed outside Canada an act or omission that constitutes an offence under the laws of the place where the act or omission occurred and that, if committed in Canada, would constitute an offence that may be punishable by way of indictment under any Act of Parliament by a maximum term of imprisonment of less than ten years, except persons who have satisfied the Minister that they have rehabilitated themselves and that at least five years have elapsed since the expiration of any sentence imposed for the offence or since the commission of the act or omission, as the case may be;”

Basically, if 10 years haven’t gone by or I didn’t apply for my certification of rehabilitation “do not pass go and do not collect 200 dollars.”  You can imagine how it felt.  Escorted back onto the Ferry, signing my retraction of application to enter Canada – it all brought me back to my arraignment day.  Sitting in a court room with the scum of society and I was one of them.  It wasn’t who I wanted to be, but I can’t deny what I did.  I just wasn’t prepared for that skeleton to be brought out of the closet.  Not like this anyway.

After I got back to the good ole USA – I delt with it like any American.  I found a bar, ordered a double Bushmills, a beer, slammed them both and walked out.  I needed to figure out what to do.  It took a lot to fight the inner urges to do something wreckless and stupid.  I got my head on straight and got a hotel room.  Found the nearest eatery/bar and drank my face off.  So now that I’m sufficiently hungover and watching the Golden Girls I have to figure out my next move.  Not quite sure what I want to do yet.  I’m not upset anymore, it is what it is.  So now you know

ps. I’m taking a nap, suggestions are welcome for what I should do :p

So in June of next year there is going to be almost a full weeks worth of Twilight celebrations (around Edwards birthday I think).  Speakers, events, and a whole Twilight party in the town of Forks.  It is going to be nuts.  They are even having volleyball tournaments.  The person that is organizing the event is trying to figure out names for the teams.  The email with the list of names was printed out for me and given to me.  They include things like, “Cunning Cullens, Angela’s Angels, Vicious Volutri, Shape Shifters…” and it goes on.  It is a long list here.  As far as I know it is being distributed to Forks merchants and town officials to vote on.  Not sure, all the planning for this is in its infancy at this time but it is dead set on happening.  The author I don’t think will be here but some publisher people will, and other important players in Twilight’s success.  It will be almost like a Twilight CONVENTION! Twilight CON! hehehe.

The Cullen houses in Forks – The Real story.

Currently the house they are using as the Cullen house is really a B and B.  I didn’t take an official picture of it because its not what I imagined the house to be like.  It is the location of the mail box, and the white board with Esme’s messages to Twilighter’s.  Before it was a B and B this house was owned by a doctor that worked here in Forks and DID have an adopted son.  However it is not that house Stephenie wrote about.  Spooky huh? :p

The real house that Stephenie wrote about she found in an ad online in the Forks paper here.  The actual house description she modeled the Cullens place after is REAL and I have in my possession (after much begging) a hand drawn map to its location 13 miles out of town.  (no I will not tell ANYONE the location – as people aren’t really supposed to be bothering them and they have a large dog)  Basically hardly anyone knows about this place.  It is an old Victorian house built in the late 1800′s.  This will be the real Cullen’s place.  The person didn’t even have a picture of it but I’m going to get one if it kills me.  I promised them I would send it.

This is a small town, a very small town.  When Stephanie came to Forks she went to the local church and was quite excited to meet an old woman that GREW up in the house Stephanie used in her descriptions in the book.  Apparently she was pretty damn dead on.

The Swan House -

The cabinets in the Swan house match the description in the book.  The family that lives there does have a teenage daughter that lives upstairs and there is a bathroom up there as well. 

Twilight and the Press -

The local paper here is holding back issues of the paper from Bella’s birthday.  I’ll be picking one up tomorrow morning.  Forks is going to explode.  Almost every place I go has a guest book to sign.  So this site has been plugged at every establishment I visit (tehee).  November 17th Channel 5 Seattle is going to be running a piece on Forks and Twilight (the town is very excited about this one).  Looks like this is the link to it. http://www.king5.com/eveningmagazine/

The youth of the town have an elitist mentality.  They pick apart the story for its inaccuracies about the area they grew up in.  Where as fans that come here – walk in the world they only dreamed about.  I’m a fan I guess, or I wouldn’t be spending all this time taking pictures and documenting my trip not just for me but for everyone.  I have learned so much more about this then I ever thought I would.  There is new bits and pieces of information EVERYWHERE I turn.

I’m losing daylight here, and I was told to go have dinner in La Push at this place that can see the sunset and I don’t want to miss it.  I was able to get the location of the Baseball field as well, so that is on my list to do in the morning, as well as buzz the tower on the Ole Cullen place.  No Port Angeles tonight it seems.  My ferry leaves at 2pm so there is much to do before then.

Cheers Internet.

Dear Alice,

Hey how’s it going.  Hows Edward, Bella, and the rest of your family?  Hmm I bet you probably saw this letter coming.  Do you have really nice hand writing like Edward or what?  My mom thinks I going insane for writing this letter to you even though she thinks your not real, but she is so wrong I know you are alive and real.  So can you write me back with a Picture of you for Proof.  So I can rub it in my moms face and say Ha Ha Ha you were way wrong.  Just because Alice Cullen is from a book doesn’t mean shes not Real.”  I just got back from Forks, La Push, and the Moro Camp Ground D-62, I wanted the one strait across from D-62 Just because it was big and it had lots of trees to climb.

How was your trip Hunting in Denali…. Don’t ask me how I know that I just do … ok fine Esme left a note at your front door, I stoped by to say Hi and all see if you wanted to be friends or yeah I guess not.  Well I do want to be your Pen Pal if thats okay with you.

I look at the pictures at the forks commerce and saw your picture so I tride to remember and draw a picture of you.  You do have short red hair write, well I hope so.  Ouch (P. drew a blood spatter on the paper and colored it red) oh no sorry about the blood.  When I went to erase a letter the lead of my mechanicall pencil re-opened a previous cut.

Oh guess what I hop you like  puppies because my dog Ginger she gonna have puppies.  Ither tomorrow or later.  ouch hold on … (more drawn and colored blood spatter)  Sorry I just a napkin to wipe the blood my face oh I uh mean a,a,a bandaid yea thats write a bandaid he,he,he shew that was a close, oh snap no eraser and I just – you know what just ignore that, because I’m no vampire … or am I bum bum bumm hehehe.  You know I wish though.

Hey you should tell or ask Carlisle to come her eand turn my into a vampire I’m about 3.6 hours away.  Crazy hu, um maby in a while because I’m leaving to go back to school in Oregon (I’m visiting my mom in Washington to.)

Hey Alice? is forks vampire capital and do you like forks.  Oh and have you seen lake cresent buetiful hu.

Have you heard of My Chemical Romance and Jack Johnson there both musitions and good ones two.  I’m not sure if Stephanie Meyer wrote your histor in any of the books or what so I would love it, if you could send it to me.  hey I just notice that i’m Left handed, what hand do you write with.  who do you thin is strongest out Aro, Caius, and Markus.  I think caius is.  Oh hey I hered about the wedding decor and saw (once again don’t ask me how I know i just do) it awsome.  I give it a 69 kabillion jillion thumbs up alice good job.  Thank god you weren’t crushed in Eclipse (the fight), hey hey no offence I’m not calling you small.  well thats not true but hey at least you aren’t as stupid as that filthy four legged mut Leah sorry if shes your friend its just that seith is the oh cool wolf man guy thing in La-Puush.  oh hey an eraser yes.  Oh well I could go on forever but I’m sorry I do half to go write bella a letter, by for now.  (Oh yea Ally I mean Alice please explain the spots of blood to your family, thanks Alice)

Dear Isabella or Bella Cullen,

Wow I’m used to writing Swan not Cullen (more blood spots drawn in, oh so cute) OW oh NO I do hope alice Explained the blood.

So I heard about that love letter from Africa I would ask emmette or jasper to hunt down that guy.  Owch blood every were oh watch out I just saw Jane and Aro go by lets hope they don’t smell the blood, “what the heck 1,2,3 … 31, 32 da 36 were wolf sam, jacob, uh oh bells there coming toward me help there pullen and pullen my leg just like I’m pullen yours Ha Ha Ha.  Well its what 11:55pm I got to go to bed I promis I’ll write longer next time.

Love P.

Love P. (for Alice)

ps.  You both should be  my pen pals it would mean a lot

Thanks

Driving around Forks and to La Push today just put me somewhere else mentally.  What you Twilight fans are imagining this would feel like, it is.  All those times that Bella, Jacob, Edward, Billy or Charlie drove that road just comes flooding back into your mind.  It was an intense 14miles there and 14 miles back.

Ps.  La Push has an abnormal amount of Dogs just running around (no joke).

The great thing about fall up here in the Pacific Northwest is the color spectrum.  Reds, yellows, greens, browns, and oranges.  All kinds of shades and tones.  When I got into the more “foresty” parts of Washington the eco-systems totally changed.  The plants were all greener, the forest was much more dense and there were lower canopy plants spread all over the place.  When I stepped into the forest at the Big Cedar Tree I was instantly transported somewhere else.  You can just feel it all around you, it was so beautiful and mysterious.  Its difficult to explain, but its a place I would feel comfortable being for a LONG LONG TIME.

On to Forks…

I stopped at the Visitor Center and explained that I was the ambassador for my chapter of California Twilight fans.  The ladies face lit up, she gave me my packet.  They have made maps to give to people that have a layout of the city and where all the Twilight points of interest are.  She had binders of photos from events the town has had, and even a collection of letters that people have written to the Characters in Twilight.  Yes that’s right, Bella Swan gets mail, so do the Cullens.  She showed me a love letter to Bella from a man in Africa it was interesting.  I’m going to head on over tomorrow and ask for some 1 on 1 time with that binder so I can read what people are writing to the characters.

This town is 100% Capitalizing on the Twilight popularity.  There is merchandise EVERYWHERE and the signs are very funny (check the Gallery).  I took pictures of a few things, but there are other things I wanted to take pictures of when there is more light.  They have done some very cool things that I’ll save to tell you about till tomorrow.

Facts I have learned so far from coming to Forks

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- Stephanie Meyer has only been to Forks 1 time that the lady knew of

- The movie wasn’t filmed here because of some sort of tax reasons but the director and crew came and planned out where the shots were going to be.

- Bella’s birthday is officially Stephanie Meyer day in Forks.  They have done it twice.  Last year and this year.  The first year it was only like 100 people.  This year it was over 1000.

- They have a state tax on lodging here, and last month it was up 48%.  Twilight is bringing people to Forks in droves.

- The story of Twilight was pretty much figured out before Stephanie had a place to put it.  She didn’t actually write it around the Town of Forks, she googled places that didn’t get much sun :p … Forks can thank the google for their popularity.  Of course that was for book one, there was no way she could write the rest without doing some research on the area.  But she was able to do that all from the internet.  She didn’t live here or anything.

- Restaurants around town have named dishes after the characters, the Bella Burger, Bellasagna, and there is a place with a full on Twilight menu.

Well I think thats it… if I think of anything else I’ll post more.  Tomorrow I’m spending the day here, so I’ll head up to La Push and get those shots I wanted to get when there was more light.

Night night Internet.  Hunting time.

ps.  The beach scenes at the end where Willie’s ship comes out were filmed in Ecola State Park which I passed on the way in (I knew I should have stopped).  There is a place there called, Cannon Beach I believe.  Has the huge rocks in the water and such.  Very awesome looking as I was driving by it.  I would have went back and got pictures but it is a 40 minute drive because you have to go through the Town of Seaside which takes forever.  Also, Michele is correct.  The Restaurant they go into was constructed for the movie.  While you can goto the location, there isn’t anything there but a picnic table.

Okay I’m off to Forks! Cheers!

The destination was Astoria today.  It was a little over a 5 hour drive to get up here and I didn’t stop but one time for some coffee in Tillamook.  All I can say for Tillamook is that if the Cheese thing didn’t work out, that place should be condemned.  The town smelled like there was an explosion at the Cow Fart Bottling Plant, and the town is still recovering from it.  I think there is a ban against open flames there… and for good reason.

Once I got past Florence things turned a lot more, “piratey.”  Lots of places had Captain, Cove, and Pirate in the name.  I even passed by a Pirate Pastry shop.  I got into town and sought out some wifi to make sleeping arangments.  I wasn’t feeling much like exploring but I poked around for a while.  Figured I’d take it easy and sleep a lot tonight.  I’m currently finding the locations of all the Goonie landmarks so I can hit them in the morning and be in Forks before lunch.  Kind of uneventful today, just a lot of driving but I took some pictures and put them in the gallery.  The drive was beautiful.  By far the best scenery yet.

At Safeway there was a beer there called, “Dead Guy Ale.”  It native to the region so I figured I better have some.  Also when I was checking out my phone number didn’t take for the discount.  So they Lady asked me to tell it to her and she would punch it in.  I never had someone ask me where area code 530 was before.  Not in Kansas anymore!

I fired up my crappy wi-fi and started to look for the places Sarah told me about.  I got the addresses for the bank (needed cash in wallet), coffee shop that Sarah mentioned to me, and Los Bagels (another Sarah place).  I totally got lost like Helen Keller trying to read a stucko ceiling (oops to far), looking for the coffee place so I scraped it.  Streets and Trips and DanEEE really saved my ass.  I was totally turned around, but found my way out.  I did find Los Bagels however and had the Sea Food Deliah bagel sandwhich.  I have resolved to have as much SeaFood as possible on this trip since I’m on the coast.  The odds of it being fresh are in my favor here and I like that.

Gas’d up, caffine’d up, poo’d up, and shut’d up.  I still haven’t seen any Ocean worth a damn at this point.  The fog was so thick you couldn’t see past about 50 feet.  As I drove up the 101 I kept seeing turn-offs for different beachs and vista points.  I finally gave in and went to Patricks Point where I took some of my first pictures (see the side  bar at the top for photos).

After that I started driving through crazy winding cliff roads and small coastal villages.  Did you know that the Red Woods of Northern California is the number one exporter of Chainsaw carved bears out of random wood? Yea, true story Internet I saw it with my own eyes.

I then saw a sign for The Trees of Mystery.  Now I didn’t go on many vacations when I was kid, but the ones I did go on were memorable.  I know my family is reading this so there you  go .  One trip we did take was here in the Red Woods area and we went to the trees of Mystery so I had to stop here and reminisce.  It was just like I remembered, the depressed Indian guy on a horse made of wood, seriously why are all Native Americans sad? Its not like we… (oops yes we did). Movin’ on…

Paul B. was there with the guy inside talking to people as they walked by.  Cat calling at senior citizens and offering promises of candy to any little kids who came around to the back of the boot and knocked three times.  Babe the big Blue Ox was there and so was Babe’s Packaged which I will sum up in this hymn:

UNT I REEEEECITE <coughs> …

Babe oh babe, Ox of Blue.

Your legend is known through-out the land.

There are no words for what you have been through,

Paul has always been there, to pat you with his hand.

It seems you have been diagnosed with a horrid condition,

Deeper it puts you into your ruts.

Babe, just learn to be happy with your affliction.

You have huge freakin’ nuts.

Title: Your My Boy Blue … By: Danny Machal

I decided to push on through and get to Coos Bay where I intended to stop and rest for the day.  I got hungry around 2:30 or so and decided to stop at the first insane hole in the wall I saw.  The Crazy Norwegians Fish and Chips in Port Orford delivered.  I had the fish and chips even though they offered more things.  I figured it was this Crazy Guys specialty since its on the sign.  They were pretty damn good I must say.  When I went to pay I think I got a look at the man himself.  Dirty apron, scragily facial hair, white headphones connected to an old school Sony WALKMAN! There was no mistake, it was him.  I was pleased and stopped at the Port to suck down some coffee and take pictures of the Ocean when the sun was out.  (see photo gallery).

Got to Coos Bay and cruised around for wi-fi or a visitors center so I could figure out where I’m sleeping.  Thankfully down town Coos Bay is blanketed in a city sponsored wifi hot spot so … awesome.  I didn’t want a Motel 6 so I called the Edgewater and reserved a room.  (pics in gallery).  Whenever I get into a hotel room the first thing I do is strip down.  I don’t know why but its how I mark the territory.  “I can be naked in here! THIS IS MY AREA!”… something like that goes through my head.

Took a shower went to Hitler’s Kitchen the Blue Heron and got to some of my German roots.  Good food and good beer, I was stuffed.  Grabbed a bottle of Oregon Native wine, Stone Wolf Vineyards Pinot Noir.  It’s okay, not that impressive.  Maybe if I wasn’t drinking it out of my complimentary coffee mug set, I might like it better.
Sorry if there are any errors I’m beat and I need to get this wine gone so I can sleep like a baby.

Good Night Internet.

ps. Photo Gallery on the top if you are blind.

pps. Astoria tomorrow!!!! Can we say, “HEYYYYYYYY YOUUUUUUUUUU GUYYYYYYYYYYYYYYS!”

ppps.  The comments have been great

As a tribute to the great American way of road trips, I’m shacked up at a Motel 6 at the moment.  I’m really glad I brought a sleeping bag, who knows what bodily fluids are all over these beds.  I also had to  pay an extra three bucks for this crappy wi-fi signal that drops off every 5 minutes.  Ah well, its cheap to stay at places like this.  However I think in the future I’m going to eat the cost and stay places where I’m not afraid to touch things.

Sarah told me a couple places to check out in the morning so I’ll be scouting for them for breakfast and coffee.  I’m also very much looking forward to seeing the Ocean tomorrow and taking pictures of it too!  I’m planning on getting up to Coosbay tommorrow for a meal at a place Jack told me about.  I think it was in Coosbay anyway.

Good night internet.  Time to sleep.

I made most of this a couple of weekends ago.  I decided I should have at least some sort of layout of where I’m going and what I might do.  It has not been edited to be posted.

Itinerary and General Overview of trip

10/17 – 10/26

Friday 10/17

5pm – leave Chico

10pm – Stop in Mckinleyville

Saturday 10/18

9am – leave up the 101

4 hours of driving

Stop in Coos Bay, OR

ONWARD TO ASTORIA!!!

(11:53:58 AM) Casey: If I was going to take a trip like that

(11:54:04 AM) Casey: It would be up to Astoria Oregon

(11:54:05 AM) Casey: Man

(11:54:09 AM) Casey: I want to see that place!

(11:54:18 AM) Casey: The place where the movie The Goonies was made

(11:54:25 AM) Casey: Kindergarten Cop

(11:54:33 AM) Casey: Shoot, a bunch of movies

(11:54:40 AM) Casey: That place looks beautiful!

Sunday 10/19

8 hours to Forks be there by Monday Morning

Monday 10/20 – 10/22

Forks, WA

Wednesday 10/22

Catch last ferry out of port angles to Victoria

10/22 – 10/26

Victoria, Canada

- Maritime Museum & Ghost tours

- Royal BC museum

- Butchart Gardens

- Bengal Lounge in the Fairmont Express

12 hours back to Chico from Port Angeles on Sunday 10/26

Long winded and for that I apologize. What do you guys think?

I might add more to this one later, but I’m tired of it just sitting in a text document forever… updates to follow I’m sure.

• Character Creation, and Interactions
• The People you play with, Guilds and online Friends
• When it’s all over, what are you left with? What have you taken away? What are you missing?

I am beginning to ask myself why I am even writing this. The truth is it is for two reasons. I’m doing it for me, and for you, easy as that. I feel as though a lot of people don’t understand the way I think or my reasoning for doing what I do. So this is my message to them. Oh for the record The Half Blood Prince is due to be released the 21st of November so CLEAR YOUR Calendars PEOPLE!!!!

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You know those moments in your life when things become crystal clear? Those times where you know exactly what you are going to do or what you want? Think back on all those tough decisions you ever had to make. Take yourself to those final moments of Zen and Aw when you finally felt comfortable enough to move on. I bet they all share a commonality that you didn’t really even know you were doing. These moments of clarity can easily be accomplished everyday by, “being in the moment.”

The moment for me was driving home from work one day. Stressed out of my mind, I was fueling my own lingering thoughts of depression and confusion. On the final stretch of road to my house I saw a woman pushing a newborn in a stroller. I thought to myself, “Life is beautiful sometimes.” I slowed my car down and said out loud, “I am going to learn to appreciate the wonders of life and the world around me.” I was doing something at that point I didn’t know. I was using a type of self hypnosis. The words I said out loud were called an affirmation. I was so engrossed in that moment in time that I was able to make a lasting impression on myself that I involuntarily feel everyday.

Now being in the moment doesn’t mean you stand in the middle of a busy street talking to yourself. There is great value in taking time to see and listen when your life is in a state of chaos. Turn your brain off, and just absorb the things your senses are feeling. This is it what means to be in the moment. It is when our intuitions take over and are able to make a lasting impression on us.

I’m a practical person, and I have learned to have these moments in my daily life of working almost double the hours a week that most do. I’ve done this standing in line at the bank, walking to my car in a parking lot, sitting at a stop light, or waiting in line at an eatery. I stop and feel the small things. The weight of my clothes, the pressure of my feet in my shoes, the sounds of people talking, the sight of trees swaying in a cool breeze out of a window, are just a few of the things I have learned to pay attention to and it has given me great insight into myself and my reality. I’m the happiest I have ever been, all it took was for me to stop for a moment and truly experience it.

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Time: End of January 08′

Let me preface this section by saying, “the path to your spiritual self is a personal journey and my own path follows no specific version of any sort of doctrine. I aim to take bits and pieces from all ways of spiritual belief and culminate my own spiritual understanding.” That being said lets move on…

I was at work when I got a support call from a customer that was having trouble with her email. Her name is Mildred “Micky”. She is an aspiring astrologer, a good psychic, and only just recently found her own spiritual path. The woman is 84 years of age, and I tell you she is just amazing. She has such a great feel and energy it is unreal. So I’m talking with her and we talk about psychic phenomenon and astrology. She then mentions the word that has been bringing up more and more things in my life over the last couple weeks. “Hu” yep two letters that have changed my life and put me down the rabbit hole to finally sit down and ask the big questions. Yep… what is a soul? Where does it come from? Is there really a big guy in the sky? Is life on this planet all there is?

Now “Hu” is an ancient name for god. It has its origins in the eastern parts of the world. Mostly around the country of India. She recommended to me a book called, “The path of the masters.” Which is an American priests account of following around a spiritual leader from something called, “Sat Sang” or “Sat Mat”… there are a ton of different names. But it all centers around this organization called the RSSB, the American version is called, “Eckankar.” I don’t entirely understand any of it either, so don’t act like I don’t know you are confused because I sure as hell am. However this concept of god.. or “Hu” as they call it, has been calling out to me. Something has been calling out to me, I think Hu is just a tool to help me get my answers.

So my drivers license expired on my birthday this year, so I had to get it renewed and lo and behold there is proof I live in this town. So I finally had the means to get a library card. I went there on the Monday after my birthday after work. I got my card and started looking for books about palm reading and found a nice little book about hands, that also had hand writing analysis in it. “The Whole World of Hands – Gilda and Melvin Berger.” Nice little fun read for those interested in such things. I stayed in the Library because I know it is a good place for picking up women and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss any opportunities. So I finished my book after wussing out of my window to talk to a girl and I check out my book and start walking out. I turn to look at a table next to the conference room, and there was a yellow card on it. “HU” it said, “a love song to god.” I’m thinking, “this shit isn’t happening to me.” Normally I would just shrug this off and go about my day. But this one time I thought, “fuck it, lets see what happens.” So I stop and look at the rest of the literature, and I see a flyer on the door for a dreams and spirituality group at 6:30 that day. I looked at my watch and it read 6:25. I was just in time. I saw four people in there and some chairs, thanks to some people skills I had learned recently I wasn’t afraid to approach them and ask what was going on. I asked them if I could sit in and they greeted me with open arms. They were part of a group called, “Eckankar.” Micky never mentioned them to me, but here was Hu again but from somewhere else. Things were really starting to trip me out. We talked about Eckankar and what it was all about. They have some good ideas, but it isn’t something I would ever follow. They told me there was a get together and potluck where they sing the Hu and talk about the study of the Eck. That is on Saturday and I will be attending. Not because I really want to, but because I have to. I feel compelled to, that it is part of my spiritual journey. I leave and go about my business. At work the next day or so, I get a package from Mildred that contains a personal letter, and a whole array of literature about, “Satsang.” Which was her path to the Hu and much truer to its roots. But even it has corruptions. Bam the 3rd sign was bright and obvious. I knew I was on to something big here and I need to ride this wave out and see what happens. I order the Path of the Masters (still haven’t gotten it) and I set it all aside for this Saturday.

Yet still one more event would instill my nessessity to find out information. I was at Safeway last Saturday getting supplies for my book club (food). When a man approached me in the parking lot while I was smoking (have quit since I wrote this). A nice old man, and we talked about everything from Whiskey to Retirement plans. On a whim I asked him his name, “Hu” was his name. I was floored, but I kept my cool and knew that I should listen to this man. While I don’t think he is any sort of higher power, I do believe he had something to teach me. A message to bring that I better learn. I was right. He told me that, “everyday is a good day, but weekends were better.” And every morning when he wakes up if the mirror doesn’t break then he is going to be okay and feel great that day. We parted ways and I had more then enough signs at this point telling me to pursue, “hu” in all its glory. To see what I’m supposed to find. So I wait for Saturday and the meeting. Kasey, Kris and I have also decided to start a spirituality, mysticism discussion group. We had our first meeting last night. I’m looking forward to the meetings and the types of things that we will be able to understand and figure out about ourselves and eachother.

Well I think that pretty much covers everything that is going on in my world. Take it easy ole chap. Remember that no matter what happens after this. When you come back and read this, you are going to remember this time, and the uncertainty, the adventure, and the excitement of new things and figuring out mysteries, and learning about how you tick.

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This was the beginning of a transformation in myself that I am still going through. I have many more stories and “synchronistic” events to share, which I will do so when time allows.

Well now that that stuff is out of the way. Lets get down to business. Maybe you got here because you know me and thought about being some sort of internet snoop? Wondering if I have written anything about you specifically, you came here looking for something I wouldn’t tell you to your face. Sorry to disappoint no crazy inner secrets revealed here. Just the normal daily hubbub of conversation that you would find if you engaged me off the street. For the stranger, internet pervert, or regular Joe out there I share this sentiment, “Question everything and never take any information without seeking it out for yourself later.” If I say, “President Bush is a closet homosexual,” and you run and tell your friends the, “news” then you have failed already, and I am sad. There goes my republican conservative reader base … thats a shame we just got here too!

Everyone always wants to write so much on Day 1, I figure if we don’t start full steam we can’t slow down. So thats it for today.