The Middle

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Act 2 sucks so much. It’s this big double act where a bunch of stuff happens that leads up to the end. Act 1 is simple. There’s people and then horrible things happen to them. Then they do something about. Act 3 is also easy.
It’s seeing if they won or lost in the end.

Act 2 is what happens in-between. The middle of a story is the most boring part. Ratings dip in the middle of television seasons after huge season premieres and then bigger season finals. The audience

I’ve learned that Act 2 is a test. It’s a test to see if your story has enough meat to it. If you fail that test, you have to go back to the drawing board.

I really struggle with Act 2B. Pages 60 to 75 are a killer for me. I had a person gives me notes on a screenplay and at page 60-75 they had nothing to say. My story lost all its energy and sputtered wheels for fifteen pages. They got back into the story for the last twenty, but I knew I lost them for that fifteen pages.

I thought out-lining would help but it somehow became even worse. I’m going to have rethink my entire Act Two philosophy. Stuff happens is not good enough to help me work through this weakness of mine. I’ll have to read more scripts.

Or just write bullshit until it turns out awesome.

Fuck the Middle.

Moo?

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Is sexual attraction biological or social? The real answer is some sort of mix, but I’d want to test that. The only problem is how do you separate biology from society? Only a being with absolute divine power could do that sort of heavy-lifting.

I came with this experiment that I would do if I had divine power.

I’d take a thousand straight dude of various ages and put them in a space ship. Why a spaceship? They’re going somewhere. But not before I use my special machine. This machine would have the power to zap all their memories and social experiences regarding romance and sex. All these guys would forget what the ideal woman looks like. They’d forget how to love and who they’re supposed to love. They’re back to zero, only instincts. And then I’d wipe their memories of women entirely.

I leave their sex drives in tact because I need them for my experiment.

Then using my great divine power, I would create a planet. I’m not very original so it’d be just like Earth. The only difference being women have been replaced by cows. This would be an entire world where man and cow are lovers. I’d use my divine power to give them a cloning machine too because I’m not allowing half-cow half-human creatures. None of that while I’m in control.

I would transport all those now sexually primal men here to this man/cow love planet. Normal guys from our normal version of Earth with our normal human man on human woman loving. They’d get off the ship and see billboards with men kissing cows. On television, they could see relationships develop on bad television between man and cow. They’d see cows walking around hoof and hand with a man.

I wonder if after sometime in this man/cow love world if these guys would start warming up to the idea of a cow being their soul mate. Would their primal instincts drown out all the social noise and remind them that they are supposed to be into human women?

Is societal pressure so strong that men would ignore their instincts and do what everyone else is doing?

These are the types of things I think about when I’m on long car rides by myself.

Four Years Gone.

Today marks the fourth anniversary of my blog. How the hell have I been doing this for four years now?

On this fourth anniversary, I’m going to ask myself the most important question a person can ask themselves.

What would make me happy?

Finances

I want to get rid of my student loan. I don’t like debt. I want it dead and gone. I’d be be much happier living in a box with no debt than living in a mansion with debt. I can’t wait to have this weight lifted off my chest. I don’t want a big house. I don’t need a nice car. I want to make enough money to live well and buy some stuff I don’t need. I don’t need a movie theater in my house, but having one would be nice.

Location

I’ve spent enough time in New Jersey. This state is fine to raise a family in, but I want to get out there. Burbank, California is the goal for me right now. I’m hoping that by 28, I’m out of this state. I’ll be happy leaving America too. I’ll see if I can spend some time up in Canada. Maybe I’ll move out to Seattle.

Career

I made a promise to myself. I can fail at every other aspect of my life, but not the writing part. I will publish books and I will break into Hollywood if it takes me the rest of my natural life. If I let that dream go, I will have failed at my purpose in life. I can’t compromise that. Nothing comes before that.

Home
I want to retire to log cabin in the woods and live off the land. I’ve had this want for some time now. I wish I knew where it came from. I don’t know anything about gardening. But I believe I could find some peace of mind away from the world. I don’t want to spend my last days in a city or suburbs. I’ll move to one of the middle states.

I’m thankful that I know exactly what I want out of life at age 23. It’s all about gaining the resources to make those things happen. Baring any accidental death, I’m banking on getting twenty-seven more years out of life. Anything beyond that is extra time in the log cabin. I want to accomplish everything by the age of fifty.

Won’t be easy.

A Silent Man.

“You’re a quiet guy. You’re don’t talk much to anyone. ”

This girl at work said this to me out of the blue on a normal work day.

This was not the first time I was accused of being too reserved at a job. Before I left my last one, I had a boss strongly suggest I go to the Christmas party. I didn’t want to. I knew I wouldn’t have any fun. I’m not much for parties. My boss was a bit ticked.

“It’s like you don’t want to make any friends here.”

She was half-right. I don’t go out of my way to make new friends. I have my trusted few. They’re getting the job done well. It’s going to take some time before I bring someone new into the fold. I have long arduous screening process. Becoming my friend is not easy.

There are people out there who love people. I am not one of those people. I don’t hate people either. I’m not a misanthrope yet. I think it will take another five years before I get there.

I once was more sociable. The elementary school me would get in trouble all the time for talking too much. I had my name on the board permanently for talking out of turn and trying to make the class laugh. I would sing songs while the teacher would try to teach class. I’d introduce myself to new students and make them feel welcome. I made up games during recess to try and include everyone.

I do have my tries to be more sociable now, but it goes horribly every time. So I stopped. Now I only speak in public when I have something to say.

It’s not very often.

The Birds from Pacific North West

My house was not a sports house growing up. Basketball would be put on but never paid attention to. When the New Jersey Nets were good, I followed them. Then rumors of Jay Z taking them to Brooklyn started popping up. My fandom broke before they moved. I stopped watching basketball. Now I watch football.

I saw only Superbowls growing up. I didn’t have a team to root for in most of them. I didn’t understand a lot of the strange rules they enforced. Many of them I still don’t get.

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One of my college roommates ended up being a huge fan of the San Francisco 49ers . So all of us end up watching the 49ers take on the Giants in the NFC Championship game. That was a great game. Unfortunately for my buddy, the 49ers lost after some mistakes by Kyle Williams. That was when I first thought football was fun.

We’re all going nuts over this ball hitting this guy’s knee. People are cursing at him on social media. My buddy was not happy but he kept his chin up. There was always next year.

The next year the 49ers made it to Superbowl 47. That game made me realize I wanted to be a football fan.
I wished that I had a vested interest in this game like my friend did. I wanted to be rooting for a team I followed in the Superbowl. I wanted to the be the one cursing out the television on bad calls and poor play-call choices. I wanted to be looking forward to next year.

The first thing I had to do as a football was pick a team. I lived in New Jersey so I had three local choices; the New York Giants, the New York Jets or the Philadelphia Eagles. In reality it was two choices. I didn’t know much about football then, but I knew the Jets were a joke.

The other two teams felt forced on me. I saw their gear everywhere. I felt like all these places are trying to tell who to root for. I didn’t like that. . So I eliminated all local teams from my selection. This still left me with twenty nine teams to pick from. That was a lot to shift through.

I wanted a team that hadn’t won a Superbowl yet. What could be better than a long arduous journey to the first Superbowl win in franchise history? After years of pain and toil, my team would get to the Superbowl and triumph. No Superbowl Win can be as big as the first one. I wanted to be there for that..

That left fourteen teams.
The Eagles, Panthers, Seahawks, Cardinals, Falcons, Lions, Jaguars, Titans, Browns, Vikings, and Bills. I scratched the Eagles off the list. How could I pick one out of these thirteen teams?

I needed a new angle. I thought about the 49ers. They had to have a rival sports team. My buddy would be annoyed if his team lost to their rivals. That’s bad enough. But what if I was the one who rooted for the team that knocked them out the entire game? That could be a good time for me.

I took a quick trip to Wikipedia and found out the Seattle Seahawks were rivals to the 49ers. I assumed they were the biggest rivals since they appeared first. They were on my list too. The stars had aligned. I was to become a Seattle Seahawks fan solely to spite my own friend.

And it couldn’t be a better fit. I love defense. I loved playing defense in every sport I played during gym class. Defense is an art that is not respected enough in any sport. The point of any sports game is to see who can get the most points. It’s my opinion that it takes more skill and finesse to be a great defender than to be great at offense. The rules favor the offense.

I did not expect the team to be the best team in the league. It’s still funny to me that I had it in my mind of following the Seahawks on this long journey to their first Superbowl win. And then they win it that same year I become a fan. They’re going to be contenders for years to come.

I was so ready for bad times to come when the Seahawks were 3-3 this past year. I was hyped for rebuilding and restructuring. Then they pull another run to the Superbowl out of their asses. That game against Packers had to be biggest ass pull in the Seahawks’ history. They came up a yard short in the big game and it bothered me the entire
day.

I love being a football fan. I’m listening to Seahawks Podcasts and reading up on history during my spare time. I was watching highlights of Superbowl 40 and getting mad at the ref’s calls. I was reading up on the Kingdome. Some of it seats are in Century Link Field. That’s awesome. It’s a good time to be a 12.

By far my favorite thing about sports fandom is sports integrity. Like some guy was yelling at me on a Facebook post for being a Seahawks fan living in New Jersey. He said I’m not allowed to do that. I’m just a bandwagoner. I have three teams to root for in my area. He told me I had to explain myself. I only had two words for him.

Go hawks.