Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The Daily WiLL - Wednesday April 30, 2014

I suppose that I should explain the last post.  That is my first original short-story that I've written in several years.  I was challenged to write a short-story by my friend Jamison Reeves who you may recognize as the "nonthreatening black man" in every other commercial.  He actually calls himself that.  Anyway, Jamison is an amazing talent, and I've been slowing worming my way into his presence over the last several months as I find that his gentle prodding is more effective motivator than anything else I've experienced recently.  Anyway, so yesterday picking up the kid at school we were discussing writing, he's working on a script, and I'm slogging through my novel.   As we're talking he asks me about short stories, which I generally do not write, because my favorite types of short fiction are really Raymond Carveresque.  In that I mean utterly depressing and cynical towards the nature of human beings.  Love reading them, but I'm not in the right frame to write them.

Or so I thought.

Because this story wasn't that difficult to tackle.  It's actually a germ of an idea that I had for a one or two person play.  I may still develop that.  We'll see.  IN any case, that's why I didn't do a Daily WiLL yesterday (excuses, excuses), I was actually writing the first half of the story.  This morning I wrote the second half.  See how that works?


ANOTHER SCENE 1 - Mecha

ANOTHER SCENE 1
Mecha
By William M. Noetling


            In the ray of sunlight peeking through the front window Carl could see specs of dirt and pollen.  His drug store bought $25 fan stopped oscillating days ago and Carl wasn’t smart enough or hand the handy-man knowledge enough to fix it, so instead of circulating the air it just blew heat and detritus of every shape and size floating through the air.  As a result Carl had resigned himself to combating his hay fever with a never-ending supply of over-the-counter anti-histamines.  In addition Carl had several prescriptions for diabetes medicines and anti-coagulants.  He was waiting for his delivery from the pharmacy when his phone rang.
            The black Bakelite phone was old-fashioned enough to still have the old boxy plugs instead of the newer, more modern modular design.  It still had buttons and the ringer was just as loud as the day the phone company installed it in 1974.  Carl never even thought of replacing it.  Sure he’d purchased novelty phones here and there, back when he used to frequent the flea-markets he’d once flipped a Rolling Stones Lips phone for first edition Kermit the Frog, but since he rarely spoke to anyone on the phone now, he figured as long as it still worked, why replace it?
             Hello?  He shambled over to the answered the phone.  His brother was on the other line inquiring as to Carl’s health and well-being.  Vic promised their mother on his death bed that he would take care of Carl, make sure that he was looked after and such.  Vic loved his brother but looked at him as a burden.  This was his weekly check-up call.
            Carl, it’s Vic.  How are you?
            Fine Vic.  Just fine. 
            Did you call the doctor Carl?  You said you were going to call the doctor. 
            No Vic, I forgot.
            How can you forget?  It’s not like you have a lot going on over there is it?
            I’m sorry Vic; I’ll call tomorrow morning, first thing.
            Write it down.
            I will.
            I got you those post-its.  Stick it to your monitor so you see it first thing.
            I will Vic.
            Look, uh, Patti is going to stop by tomorrow afternoon, get your laundry together and try to pick up a little?  Please?  For me?
            OK Vic.
            I love you little brother.
            Goodbye Vic.

            Carl picked up a pencil lying on the end table next to the phone and wrote “DOCTOR” in child-like scrawl on the top post-it.  Then he dutifully stuck it to the top of his monitor.  He sat back down and scrolled through the eBay listings, looking for vintage Japanese action figures.  He didn’t see anything that he didn’t already have or had coming.  Carl had never been to Japan, but he did love Japanese television shows and movies.  Ever since he saw Speed Racer as a kid he knew that cartoons from a foreign land were far more interesting than the pabulum that Warner Brothers or Disney were pushing. 
            His tiny apartment was filled with the ephemera of anime culture, but nothing so vulgar and recent as Attack on Titan or Death Note would satisfy Carl.  Carl was a die-hard Mecha-junkie, he liked his big robots and he owned multiple versions of virtually every major mech from shows like Gundam and Macross and they were displayed in exquisitely crafted glass cabinets.  His walls were covered with posters from theatrical releases like Char’s Counterattack and Do You Remember Love?  His favorite item was a five-foot model of the titular Mobile Suit Gundam.  At night when he was lying in his bed he pretended that the huge model was his guardian, watching over him as he slept.
            Finally he heard a knock at the door.  As he closed his laptop he sighed loudly and pushed his very comfortable office chair back from the tiny desk.   He stood up slowly, because if he stood up too quickly he’d get woozy, and then willed his barrel shaped legs forward to the door.  Forty some odd small steps later he opened the door to see the pharmacy guy waiting with his bag of drugs.  He signed the proffered clipboard and took the bag, closing the door without uttering a word.  This was the preferred method of exchange between these two.  The Delivery Guy hated the building that Carl lived in, and Carl hated the fact that the Delivery Guy was never on time.  They hadn’t spoken a word to each other in two years. 
Carl got along better with the other delivery drivers, especially Marco the UPS guy.  Marco had a couple of kids who really liked Carl’s robot toys.  He’d let them visit once, and was visibly nervous the entire five minutes they spent oohing and ahhing at the miniature war-machines.  The kids were of course disappointed that they couldn’t touch anything, but they loved looking at them nonetheless.
Strangely Carl couldn’t remember the last thing he’d purchased, so he couldn’t remember if he was waiting for a shipment of new toys for his collection.  He’d finally completed his Takatoku Macross Movie Valkyries a couple of months ago by trading some original Power Ranger toys for a mint-in-box VF-1S Strike Package.  Nothing in the Gundam Fix Figuration or Robot Spirits line was interesting him, and the Mobile Suit In Action line had ended a few years previously.  He was still debating with himself as to whether-or-not he was going to try to complete his collection of Southern Cross or Orguss toys. 
Grabbing a bottle of water, the only beverage he could still drink, he tore open the pharmacy bag and uncapped a bottle of pills, tossing a couple back and swallowing.  Then he lay down on his bed, the same bed he’d had when he was a teen-ager and turned on the television directly opposite.  The news blared as he snored away, dreaming of giant robots and Gundams.  They told him he was a good boy.  He liked that.

The next morning at 7:30 on the dot Vic’s wife Patti opened the front door with her key.  The television was still on, news was still airing, only now it was the morning show complete with an unctuous weatherman droning on about how hot it was going to be the next few days. 
Hello Carl.  Are you awake?   She never waits for a response.  She put down the bag of groceries she was carrying.   
Anyway, time to get up sweetie, can’t sleep all day.  She started to unbag the food, most of it healthy low fat and tasteless.  Carl hated the food she bought, but since he wasn’t going to do his own shopping, he figured that he’d just suffer through it the best he could.
She got finished stocking the fridge and called told him to wake up already.
He hadn’t moved since she’d arrived.  Finally she checked the bed, fearing the worst.  She dreaded coming into the apartment every day, knowing deep down that some day her poor brother-in-law would be dead inside.  Thankfully that day wasn’t today, she thought to herself as she discovered that he was indeed alive, but still wasn’t waking up.
            It took her a good five minutes before she dialed 911 on the Bakelite phone.  It’s a good thing it wasn’t a rotary she thought.

            His doctor said that Carl slipping into a coma was probably brought on by the accidental overdose, but they couldn’t be 100% sure.  His chances of waking up weren’t good.  He would need around-the-clock care.  Fortunately their parent’s trust was set up to ensure that Carl would always be cared for.  They’d have to sell his things though.  Clean out the apartment. 
            Vic was actually more relieved than anything else.  They could finally get on with their lives.  It was already hard enough for Patti to do everything she was doing, and with her second baby on the way; it wasn’t going to get easier. 
            In the end, the toys would fetch a good price on eBay, and helped ensure Carl could live the rest of his time in comfort.  They saved one box of toys though, the last one, after making sure Marco’s kids got some of the cheaper items. Vic made sure to take the VF-1S out of its package and carefully snapped on all the armor pieces and placed the gun in the toy’s hand.  At least maybe this mecha could watch over my brother, he thought. 



Monday, April 28, 2014

The Daily WiLL - Monday April 28, 2014

It's almost May already?  April is indeed the cruelest month, as I have so many birthdays to keep track of, the least of which is my wife's.  She turned 40 this year, and we celebrated at Disneyland.  I can't help thinking that even though we had a great time she would have enjoyed something else.  Sorry about that honey.

Back on the resume sending beat, shipped out over a dozen of those bad-boys via email this morning.  There's a job at UCLA I'd love to get a call about.

My penultimate stand-up comedy class is tonight.  I still need to do the reading.

Apparently the US Government still uses 8" Floppy Disks for Missile Defense.  That's really kind of disturbing.  Where the heck do they go to buy new blanks?  It's not like Computer City still exists.

Time to do some REAL work now, as in writing.  I've recently decided to turn my trilogy of Void Queen stories into basically one book.  So while I was almost finished with the first draft of book one, it appears I'm only really about 2/5ths of the way done.

Yes, math wasn't really  my strong suit.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Daily WiLL - Saturday April 26, 2014

The best laid plans of mice...

Random Thoughts.

Watching the SNL Digital Shorts Compilation show the other night was great, I really wish they would stop censoring "Dick in a Box" though.

I hadn't seen the Eddie Murphy sketch "Prose and Cons" in quite awhile, but I remembered it nonetheless.  "KILL My Landlord.  KILL My Landlord.  C-I-L-L my land lord."

I'm browsing the bay of E for various items.  Marx Presidents figurines, Micronauts, Men of '76, and various other toys I may or may not have owned previously are the items I'm looking at today.  Many of these items say "rare and hard to find."  I don't think that if you can find over 500 of the exact same item on eBay that it's all that rare.

I'm looking for the Marx Presidents series as I mentioned.  It was an amazing line of miniature statues that the Louis Marx toy company produced from the 50's to the 70's.  There's actually several versions of each President too.  I remember getting individual figurines from Busch Gardens in the San Fernando Valley in the 70's, mostly from playing skee-ball.

Here's a great article on the old Busch Gardens in the Valley.

Here's a good page on the Marx Presidents.




















Images by Tyrone Greene
Dark and lonely on the summer night.
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking - Do he bite?
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
Slip in his window,
Break his neck!
Then his house 
I start to wreck!
Got no reason --
What the heck!
Kill my landlord, kill my landlord.
C-I-L-L ...
My land - lord ...
Def!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Daily WiLL - Thursday April 24, 2014 - Art and Artists

The Warhol Museum located in Pittsburgh, PA has discovered a trove of Amiga Computer Art that the late auteur worked on prior to his death in 1987.  The art itself is crude and indicative of the time, but hey it's new Warhol, and that's something.  Check it out here.

I never fail to be amazed at what my friends from High School are doing these days.  Seriously my classmates in HS are all over the globe: I have TWO friends who live in China, one in Russia, one in Germany and others scattered throughout the states.  They're mostly doing very very interesting things, many of them in the science field.  One of my friends from Gompers Secondary School is the new curator at the Jundt Art Museum at Gonzaga University - There's a great article on his appointment here.  I think it's totally awesome that I know someone who is the curator of an art museum, and well, next time we're in Washington (which would be my first time) we'll go visit.  Anyway, there's a really interesting lecture at the museum he USED to work at in Georgia tonight, which I would go to if I could.  Check it out: “Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune: Queering Saint Sebastian”

Helen Pashgian's Light Invisible
I've been taking Kaylee to LACMA since she was a baby.  The first time was for the awesome Rene Magritte exhibit back in 2007, I pushed her around in her stroller while I enjoyed the artwork and baby Kaylee was just experiencing everything around her.  It was magical.  Since then she's been a member of their NEXTGEN program, which gives a free museum membership to those under 18 years old, and they get to bring a parent each time they go.  During the Summer we like to go at least once a month.  Last week we checked out the museum for the first time in several months.  Kaylee bought a multi-colored pencil with her own money, and we did painting in the Boone Children's Gallery.  We also saw a couple of new exhibits:

Helen Pashgian's Light Invisible is a large installation of glass panels illuminated from above with no interior lighting.  It's quite impressive, and I generally enjoy plexiglass and glass illuminated sculptures. however, honestly I didn't get much out of the piece.  It's interested for a few moments, but there didn't seem to be any underlying theme that I could discern.

Another modern art exhibition is Futbol The Beautiful Game which is a celebration of Soccer culture around the world.  There were some interesting pieces, and I especially liked the Stadium piece that is in the video above.  There's just something so awesome when a miniature stadium can be filled with a team of Red Power Rangers against a team of Incredible Hulks while being viewed by multiple Jesuses.

The one new show that I really enjoyed was Agnes Varda in Californialand which showcased the Belgian artist's film and photography.  My favorite part was her "My Shack of Cinema"

Which is a large size installation made from strips of film taken from decommissioned prints of several of her films.  It's an incredible piece that you can actually walk into.


Very cool stuff.


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 22, 2014 - Damage

Every so often I realize that there is a theme going through my life.  It may only be for a few moments, or a few days, but there's a definite connector between events and experiences that I have.

My most recent personal theme seems to be damage, specifically damaged people.


Pointe the First:

Last night during my fourth stand-up comedy class the instructor Greg Dean recalled a story of a former student.  The context is that we were doing "act outs" or "scene work". I will paraphrase:

She's a small little thing, with a wispy waif like voice.  The entire class up to that point she'd never raised her voice above the whisper.  People in the back had to ask her to repeat herself.  She's doing an argument between her and her boyfriend, and she starts off 'well Derek that's not what we decided' and he replies FUCK OFF WOMAN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT WE DECIDED ARRRGH (he says this in full rage face).  And she replies something wispy and apologetic.  So we ask her what that argument says about those two people, and with a dead-pan face she says 'they're in love'.  The entire class lost it for five minutes.

So there's the story, and me being my smart-ass self had to ask Greg what happened to that girl, whether she's now killing on the circuit or what-not.  And he said that no, she was way too damaged to do anything really with the class, she went back to doing whatever it is she was doing before.

Or something like that.

They say that stand-up comedy is the best therapy you can give yourself.  I'm starting to think that's 100% accurate.  It's really too bad that young lady who was so damaged couldn't figure out the funny inside her to channel that pain into something really special.

~~~

Point Dos:

I just got finished watching the second episode of the final season of Mad Men, which is one of my favorite TV Shows.  Production value wise it doesn't get better than the recreation of the 60's.  It's so clearly rooted in it's time-period that the scenery becomes another character in the proceedings.  The humans depicted in the narrative are all deeply flawed and damaged individuals.  The main character's pathos run so deep that much of his bad behavior can be attributed to a horrendous upbringing, but Don Draper's true damage is that he doesn't know how to act differently because he's gotten away with everything for so long.

Personally I'm glad that I didn't come of age during the 60's.  Sure the freedoms were great, the culture was amazing and the daily news was filled with truly Earth changing events.  But those great rifts between generations wouldn't be healed easily, and Baby Boomers have spent their entire entitled lives on a roller-coaster between affecting positive change and completely selfish boorish behavior.

Damage.

I have more thoughts.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 20, 2014 - Happy Easter/ 420

There are things one cannot say out loud
there are things one cannot disclose
Sharp is the knife that cuts the distance between
The truth revealed and the truth concealed

Happy Pagan Spring Rites.
Happy Easter
Happy 420

Enjoy the eggs and chocolate.


Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 17, 2014

The wife and I decided to split up the shopping chores this afternoon.  We needed to get one item at the Pavilions on Olympic and we also needed to get the water jug refilled.  The rest of the shopping was to be done at Ralphs which doesn't carry the one item (Wheat Gluten Flour to make Seitan).  Since shopping with all three of us is usually an effort in futility and a complete waste of time, I volunteered to do the majority of the shopping at Ralphs while Melissa went to Pavilions.  Now the two stores are less than half a mile away, and it takes maybe a minute or two to drive it.

Wouldn't you know that it took my wife longer to get her items than it did for me to do about $100 worth of shopping.  She had all sorts of reasons as to why, none of which were seemingly her fault.  It just seems par for the course.  Oh well.

I am very much looking forward to the Kings taking on the Sharks tonight at the Shark Tank up in San Jose.  Yes, I know it's the SAP arena, but just like to me it's still The Pond, I won't call it SAP.  Though I do wonder if the entire arena has a Spanish Audio feed.

Should all go well I'll take Kaylee to DCA tomorrow (OK for those of you who aren't hip to the abbreviations:

DLR = Disneyland Resort (i.e. the entire thing, Downtown Disney and the two theme parks, plus hotels)
DCA = Disney California Adventure Park
DL = Disneyland (The original)
DTD = Downtown Disney shopping district.

We are planning on doing the Egg Hunt that we did at DL on Saturday so that we can perhaps complete our set of six plastic eggs.

I've also spent much of the afternoon bulking up my offerings on eBay, so if you have a hankering for some trading cards, please check my listings out.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 16, 2014

Ooops missed a couple of days.  Sorry about that.  I'm really trying to do this DAILY but as we all know, doing anything regularly has it's own difficulties.

Happy Pesach to my fellow Jewish Brethren.  We were supposed to go to a sedar last night, but my lovely wife was not feeling well.  We have never actually given our own sedar, not something that we're really into to be honest, but maybe some day.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 13, 2014

There are a lot of birthdays in my family for the month of April.  My wife's was yesterday, my step-fathers is today and my mother's is next Saturday.  I don't know what was going on in July other than Summer, but it certainly seems that people get BIIIIZY.

Tomorrow is the first night of Passover, so I hope you all have a great Pesach dinner.  We're going to one on Tuesday.  My entire family is going to Lawry's on Monday to celebrate their birthdays.  Obviously I'm not going, they have my blessing to have a great time.

My father loved food.  I doubt he would have approved of my 25+ years of lacto-ovo vegetarianism, but that's one thing that I never cared for his opinion.  In any case, when I was a younger lad I was promised for my 10th birthday that my parents would take me to the legendary Lawry's on La Cienega for prime rib.  They had been there a few times I'm sure, but I never got to go.  Not that long ago I told my mom that I remembered that I never got my meal (due to our moving from Los Angeles to San Diego shortly before my 10th birthday), and that she could transfer that promise to my wife.  She gladly agreed since she loves dead animal flesh more than anyone else I really know.  My Mom that is.  My wife and child eat meat as well, but since I do more than 3/4ths of the cooking in the house, they don't get that very often.  Unless my wife cooks bacon.  Or barbecues.  There's some corn dogs and chicken breast in the freezer, but otherwise, our kitchen is almost vegetarian.

In any case, my wife has now entered her fifth decade on the planet and to celebrate my Mother and Step-Father are taking her and my child to dinner tomorrow.  I hope they have a great time.


Saturday, April 12, 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 10, 2014

If you go back far enough you'll find that 10 of the performers from the first Wrestlemania aren't with us anymore, and that doesn't include the special celebrities!  Wrestling is a tough racket.  No it's not a sport, it's entertainment pure and simple, but it's a special form, it's physical, it's demanding and it's fun to watch.  But it's high time that SOMETHING be done to protect the performers.  Whether it's expanding the rosters so that individual workers don't have to work so much and be on the road so often, or it's unionizing the talent so that they can get better health care and protections, something needs to be done.

I've been to three live shows over the years I've been a fan, all three WWF shows, even though when I went to RAW and Wrestlemania I was a bigger WCW fan, I figured I should go anyway.  Here's the cards I've seen live (I still have the tickets and programs):


WWF Presents Superstars of Wrestling
San Diego Sports Arena, San Diego CA - September 16, 1989

* Bret "The Hitman" Hart fought Mr. Perfect to a draw
* WWF IC Champion the Ultimate Warrior pinned Andre the Giant
* Demolition (Ax and Smash) over WWF Tag Team Champions Arn Anderson & Tully Blanchard via disqualification 
* Dino Bravo over Jim Neidhart
* Akeem over Hillbilly Jim
* Dusty Rhodes over the Big Bossman 


* Boris Zhukov over Mark Young

World Wrestling Federation "Raw is War"
Staples Center, Los Angeles CA - November 29, 1999

* Big Boss Man & Viscera d. Kane & The Big Show 
* Edge pinned Matt Hardy
* Steve Blackman pinned The Godfather
* Too Cool (Grandmaster Sexay and Scotty Too Hotty) d. The Hollys (Crash and Hardcore)
* Test pinned Triple H
* Kurt Angle pinned Val Venis
* D-Generation X (Billy Gunn, Road Dogg & X-Pac) d. Kane, Mankind and The Rock via DQ 
This show also had the "wedding" of Stephanie McMahon and Test.
A full synopsis is here

World Wrestling Federation WRESTLEMANIA 2000 (aka WM XVI)
Arrowhead Pond, Anaheim CA - April 2, 2000

* Big Boss Man & Bull Buchanan d. The Godfather and D'Lo Brown
* Hardcore Holly was the last champion in the Hardcore Battle Royal (which featured 10 title changes)
* Test and Albert w/Trish Stratus d. Al Snow and Steve Blackman
* Edge and Christian won the Tag Team Championship from champions The Dudley Boyz (Bubba Ray and D-Von) and the Hardys (Matt and Jeff) in the first ever Triangle Ladder Tag Team Match
* Terri Runnels w/the Fabulous Moolah d. The Kat w/Mae Young
* Too Cool (Grand Master Sexay and Scotty Too Hotty) and Chyna d. the Radicalz (Eddie Guerrero, Perry Saturn and Dean Malenko)
* In a Two-Fall Triple Threat Match Chris Benoit pinned Chris Jericho to become the WWF Intercontinental Champion and Jericho then pinned Benoit for the European Championship.  Both falls featured dual champion Kurt Angle.
* Rikishi and Kane w/Paul Bearer d. D-Generation X (X-Pac and Road Dogg) w/Tori
* Triple H Retained in Fatal Four-Way Elimination for the WWE Heavyweight Championship.  The Rock eliminated the Big Show, Triple H eliminated Mick Foley and then The Rock to retain.  A McMahon family member was in each corner (Triple H had Stephanie, Rock had Vince, Mick had Linda and Big Show had Shane).

That first show in 1989, yes it was 25 years ago, but of the 16 wrestlers who appeared, five of them are no longer with us:
Mr. Perfect
Ultimate Warrior
Andre
Dino Bravo
Big Bossman

Only 3 of the performers from that RAW show in 1999 have passed away
Big Bossman
Viscera
Test

BUT SEVEN of the performers on Wrestlemania 2000 are gone.
Big Bossman
Viscera
Crash Holly
Moolah
Mae Young
Chris Benoit
Paul Bearer

Hmm...I saw Big Boss-Man - aka the late Ray Traylor wrestle three times!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 9, 2014

I missed a day, I'm so sorry.  Having a houseguest will throw your whole schedule in turmoil, no matter what.

SO what did I miss.  Woke up this morning to find that Jim Hellwig, aka ULTIMATE WARRIOR passed away yesterday at the age of 54.  He joins so many other professional wrestlers who died younger than they should have, it breaks your heart each and every time you hear about one, but is there surprise?  Not at all.  Steroids will do nasty things to  your body, and Warrior was a big old 'roid head back in the day.

If I have to be 100% honest here (and if I'm not honest here, where else can I be?) I have to say that I was never a big Ultimate Warrior fan.  I saw him "wrestle" once in person, at a house show in September 16, 1989 in San Diego.  He beat Andre the Giant in about six seconds.  I'll have more tomorrow.



Direct-to-Consumer Pharmaceutical Advertising has only been on your television screens since about 1995.  When the more stringent restrictions were released in 1997 a floodgates of never-ending commercials for boner pills, blood thinners, SSRIs and other drugs hit our TV screens.  According to this article over 2.5 BILLION dollars were spent on DTC Pharma ads between 1997 and 2000.  Ridiculous.  Want to know what's worse than that?  The United States is one of only TWO countries in the world that allows DTC ads.

There are a couple of new ads that just blow my mind.  There's a new medication that helps blind people get regular sleep patterns.  Good stuff.  WHY IS IT BEING ADVERTISED ON TELEVISION?  Yes I know blind folks listen to TV, but seriously?  It's a drug for 70% of blind people.  There are only 1.3 million (only...) legally blind in the US, so it's for just over 800,000 people.  Or just over 40K people in each state.  Let's see if I can do math here, 1.3 million out of 313.9 million total that's .4% of the entire population.  And yet they're spending MILLIONS of dollars to get brand recognition for a drug that OVER 99% of you won't ever use.  That's just a waste of money and time.

I agree with KevinMD.com who wants to rid our airwaves of this mess.


The Daily WiLL - Being of insane mind and rotund body I leave my lack of patience to the next guy.  Let them go about their day struggling to get everything right now!

Monday, April 7, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 7, 2014

Six Word Stories:


Batman finally met his match, himself.

Six fingers, two thumbs,  That guy.

Earth, dumping ground of the universe.

Flowers ate him head to toe.


Stand Up Comedy Class tonight.  Kaylee's final performance in "It Might Be..." The Musical.  Melissa's Mom is in town, just picked her up from the airport.

And so it begins.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 6, 2014

I didn't get to watch all of Wrestlemania, just the last match really, and not even all of it.  Other than the Undertaker losing to end his Wrestlemania streak, there really wasn't all that much to be excited about.  Oh I suppose the triple-threat match between Batista, Orton and Daniel Bryan was pretty good, but it was patently obvious that Bryan was going to go over, we knew that months ago when they STARTED the program between Bryan and "The Authority".  Now tomorrow night on RAW it's going to be more and more Authority against Bryan, especially since Orton didn't get pinned or submitted to lose his belt.

 Oh, I suppose I should mention to those who don't already know, yes I enjoy Professional Wrestling.  I've been watching it since I was a wee lad bouncing on my Grandfather's knee, watching the old WWWF from Madison Garden once a week.  I started really paying attention around the same time Hulk Hogan won his first title from the Iron Sheik back in 1984 officially starting Hulkamania.  Most folks don't even remember that the match was Hogan's first in the WWF in almost two years.  I remember the first Wrestlemania back in 1985, and having to rent the video tape from the video store on Westwood and LaGrange.

I know I have more to say on the subject, but I'm really tired after helping with the two shows of the musical today.  Bed awaits.



Saturday, April 5, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 5, 2014

I spent most of the day trying to crack the 2048 game.  What's 2048 you ask?  And INSIDIOUS TIME SUCK OF A PUZZLE THAT HAS MADE ME MISERABLE.  Just google it.  I don't care to link.

Relaxing the day before the show doesn't mean much to Mel, though she's trying very hard to shut herself down.  We both think she might be catching a cold.  Her Mom arrives on Monday for three days.

I wish I had more energy.

Today's Daily WiLL

Being of strange mind and out of shape body I hereby leave my sloth behind to those hyper-active children that need to sit down and focus.



Friday, April 4, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 4, 2014

Wow, that was a week, that's for sure.  I've found that in the last several months weekdays and weekends don't really have that much meaning for me anymore.  That's about to change, and I will weep for my loss of free-time, but our bank-account will welcome the influx of funds.  I hope anyway.  I haven't gotten a new job yet, but I've had a nibble, and I'm still pumping out resumes.

The final dress rehearsal for "It Could Be...The Musical" went as well as expected I think.  My lovely bride is doing her best to get 90 or so kids in at least one costume each, and wrangling them has proven to be quite the task.

Ms. Kaylee knows her parts, and just needs to pay more attention when she's on stage, but she's going to be awesome.  Can't wait to see her in front of a real audience.  If I get to see the show that is.  Not sure where I'll be for the performances on Sunday.

I have not written much this week, mostly from lack of energy due to the rehearsals.  Those couple of hours really can drain you.  I can only imagine how the directors Jamison and Wendy Reeves are handling it the strain.  I do seem to have no lack of ideas and energy to write however, and doing this blog once a day has been a really good thing for me.  I think I'll keep it up.


The Daily WiLL
Being of definitely unsound mind and nowhere near in the right body I hereby bequeath my gluttony to anyone who really needs it.


Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 3, 2014

Almost forgot.  Typing on the iPad keyboard which is not very easy. I guess there was a reason it was on clearance for $10.  The shift keys are incredibly small.

Rehearsal went well in my opinion.  I'm excited to see the Dress tomorrow.

Took a rest day today. Running out of time.

Kings won last night but are losing currently with 4:40 to go.  Angels haven't won this season yet.


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 2, 2014

Betcha thought I forgot!  I almost did.  But then I remembered.  See what I did there?

No?

I don't either.

What's that quote by Whitman?  "Do I contradict myself?"  I like that one.

Yesterday afternoon spent time assisting Mel with the costuming for the Canfield Avenue Elementary School Spring Musical entitled "It Might Be A..."  Kaylee is in it doing several parts.  They have two non-costumed performances at school on Friday (I think it's two) and then a dress-rehersal on Friday afternoon for two shows on Sunday April 6 and one on Monday April 7.  That's the one I'm going to miss.

We'll be rehearsing today and tomorrow afternoon as well.  Should be fun.

Meanwhile the job search continues.  The writing continues apace when I get a few moments here and there.  Spent this morning with Mel - picking up here and there, cooking breakfast, running her errands for her work, detouring to Whimsic Alley, then BAACK home too cook a light lunch (we shared a veggie burger) and to relax for a few before going back to rehearsal.

I never said this blog would be all that interesting.  Interstertials (sp) perhaps.


 Today's Daily WiLL - Being of occasionally sound mind and fat body,I hereby leave my musical taste to my daughter, along with my love of books, film and art.  Given the fact that her current 'wanna be when you grow up' is an artist, seems like my goal of making her rounded in the arts is being accomplished.


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Daily WiLL - April 1, 2014

I am not a big fan of April Fools' Day.  I rarely take part in pranks on others, I just don't find that funny.  About the only thing I do like about AFD is the fake products that ThinkGeek posts, some of which were so funny and cool that they've actually become real products (the Tautaun sleeping bag comes to mind).

So if you haven't checked out their fake stuff today, do so now and come back.

Here's one more kind of cool April Fool's item - A Governator figure from Sideshow.  The sad thing is this figure really wouldn't be that difficult to make.




Did you look?  Good.  I think the Flux Capacitor car charger is a great idea.  Speaking of which, did you know the Flux Capacitor was 'inspired' by the Oscillation Overthruster from Buckaroo Banzai?

I went to a beginning Stand Up comedy class last night and signed up for five more.  I already wrote a joke:

  So they tell you to find your comedic voice that you really just have to listen to those voices in your head, your inner monologue that is your conscience and your worst enemy, telling you that you suck, that you're not good enough, etc.  You're supposed to unleash that voice and let it flow.  I don't know about that, I think if I let that guy out I'm going to get punched.

The Angels lost their Opening Day game 10 - 3.  Poor Don Baylor broke his ankle trying to catch the ceremonial first pitch, looked awful.  I've seen a lot of sports injuries over the years, it's unavoidable I think.  This was pretty bad, but not Kevin Ware bad.  Still pretty bad.  You know, I couldn't think of the guy who's leg broke last season so I had to google it, and my, if you really want to get grossed out, google "Worst sports injuries" - there so many bad ones.  There's a poor soccer player whose leg just goes the absolute wrong way.


If one had to have a 'favorite' injury in sports it would be the one above when LT broke Joe Theismann's leg.  As I was reminded recently one should never wish injuries on others, but Theismann was one of my least favorite players ever and I can't stand him as an announcer.  But once again, injuries in sports are not something to ever be celebrated.

So I hope Mr. Baylor heals quickly.  Maybe the worst part was that he was catching the ceremonial pitch from one Mr. Vladimir Guerrero who was retiring from baseball after signing a one-day contract with the Halos.  Not the best way to celebrate either former Halo, since Baylor was an off-season addition, his first time back with the club since he last played for them in 1982.  Best wishes for a speedy recovery "Groove."





I was thinking about the title of this blog, and how I should be using this platform for something cathartic, and so in that vein, with the idea of giving up bad behavior and thoughts, each day I will be leaving something behind as if I were writing my Last Will and Testament.

Today's Daily WiLL - Being of occasionally sound mind and fat body, I leave behind my Anger to the young men and women of the upcoming generation.  Get angry about injustice.  Get angry about poverty.  Get angry about the inequities of the world.