1 Sep

What would you rather do?
Write a critically acclaimed multiple award winning novel that didn't sell well.
8 (40.0%)

Write a critically panned international best seller.
17 (85.0%)

5 Sep

          Sunday night I went to bed feeling fine. Monday morning I woke up with an ache between my shoulder blades. By Monday afternoon I could barely turn my head, never mind stand straight. It even hurts when I breathe. I feel like Quasimodo, with my chin tucked into my chest, all stoop shouldered and my upper body canted to the right.
          I went to the doctor this morning, who prescribed anti-inflammatories, muscle relaxants, painkillers, and A535. I'm off work for a couple of days, but I had to convince the idiot to give me the time off. At first all he'd written down was "Upper body PT at own pace for seven days." Not even light duties. In the military that means you still have to go to work, still have to go to PT, you're still eligible to be on parade or do any type of work they see fit.
          I'd like to blame it on the fact that he was a civilian doctor hired by the CF because of serious manpower shortages, but the truth is the military ones are as bad, or worse.
          It's bad enough that now I'm so old I can apparently hurt myself in my sleep (next thing I know I'll be falling down and breaking a hip or something), but to have to deal with idiots like that only make things worse.
          I really really really really really need to be my own boss.

6 Sep: I wonder if reverse psychology works on agents.

  Dear Agent:
          I'm sending you this query even though several of your colleagues have informed me that there is no market for humorous fantasy. In my opinion, a competent agent should be able to sell a good novel despite the perceived market. After all, how else are trends started?
          I'm sim-subbing this query because, let's face it, you probably couldn't sell DARKSIDE. Still, I believe in giving everyone an equal opportunity, so don't be too disappointed if you fail.

No luv,

Me.

Okay, maybe not.

7 Sep: What the &%@#?  

           Sometimes I swear reality shifts around me. I can't tell you how many times I've been driving along a familiar route--sometimes one that I take practically every day--and thought, "Where the hell did that house come from? I don't ever remember seeing it before." And it's not like it's a new house, either. It's obviously one that's been there for a while. Sometimes it's a playground, or a vacant lot, or a store of some kind.
          Maybe it's like reverse déjà vu.
          If I ever find the guy who's programming my matrix, I'm going to beat the snot out of him for messing with it. I mean, how come I never have one of those, "Hey, where the hell did all that money come from?" moments.

 

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Hark! Who is that, rampaging across the freeway! It is Sksperry, hands clutching a piece of chainlink fence! He roars mightily:

"As sure as predators devour prey, I hereby void your warranty, and send you back to God!"

9 Sep

It's my brother's birthday today.

 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES!

He's the younger, taller, better looking brother. Mom always liked him best.

11 Sep

Today is my sister-in-law's birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATHY!!
(She threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't wish her happy birthday on my journal in the biggest font possible, and my brother's a cop and will show her how to make it look like an accident.)
 

12 Sep

          So [info]jsgbits was visiting with [info]retrobabble over the weekend, which somehow translates as more work for me. That's right, the two of them got together and outlined a book they feel I should write. Thank God Pen wasn't with them, or I'd be writing this book while mowing the lawn and painting the bathroom. (No doubt while the three of them went shopping.)
          Speaking of Pen, she just got a big raise at work, because she's worth it. (Woohoo! No more no-name macaroni and cheese!)
 

My Personality

 
 
Neuroticism
16
Extraversion
95
Openness To Experience
95
Agreeableness
52
Conscientiousness
85

13 Sep

          Britany Spears just had another baby? Didn't she just have the first one, like, 3 months ago? Just what is the gestation period for celebrities anyway? Although I suppose that explains why they're in perfect shape 2 weeks after having the baby, and posing naked for Playboy.
           While I was away on vacation, it seemed like people were posting like 27 times a day on LJ, and now that I'm home--nothing.
          What's up? Is it all, "Shhhhhh. He's back!"
          Come on, people. Entertain me.
 
How do it know?  
What Kind of Geek are You?
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
Your IQ is frighteningly high
You are a gamer geek
Your strength is you never need to sleep
Your weakness is electrons
You think normal people are interesting
Normal people think that you are disturbed

14 Sep

          I think I enjoyed writing a lot more back before I knew about the business of publishing, probably in the same way that couples who are trying to get pregnant enjoyed sex more before they were trying to get pregnant.
          Take the analogy and run with it, and see if you get my meaning.

18 Sep

          Argghhh! I had a great funny line that I've totally forgotten now. One of those, "I'm going to beat you so bad......"
          I used to carry around a PDA (a Sony Clie) and I would write these lines down as soon as I thought of them, because I knew I'd forget them--like this one. But the screen on my PDA died (the second one, and at $400 a pop...). Pen gave me an old Palm Pilot she used to use, but it...um...sucks. (Monochrome screen, and my new computer doesn't have a port to connect it to--everything's USB now--so I can't back it up. I hadn't used it for a while, so the battery died and I lost everything that was on it. Grrrr.) And so I forgot the line.
          I refuse to buy a new PDA until they come combined with a cell phone, camera (video too) and MP3 player all in one. I don't have enough pockets to carry around one of each, and hey, I'm a guy...we don't have purses, and Pen complains when I make her carry all of my stuff in hers. Go figure.
          There are a few all singing all dancing PDAs out now, but they're still really expensive, or you have to buy into a plan that...um...makes you their indentured servant for three years, I think. And I don't really need a data plan--I'm perfectly fine with updating my PDA from my computer.
          But I wish to hell I could remember that funny line....
 

          Okay, some of you have missed the point behind my whole PDA rant. Carrying a pen and paper won't cut it, because the point is to only have to carry one thing: phone, MP3 player, camera, video camera, PDA. If they'd make wallets electronic too, I'd be in heaven, because then I could add money, credit cards, driver's license, gift cards etc. to the list. And if you could implant the whole damn thing in a chip, I'd be in heaven.
          "We can rebuild him. Make him stronger faster more organized than he was before...."

21 Sep

So I was reading this article the other day about how women tend to classify men into one of three categories:

1. men they'd date;
2. men they'd marry;
3. friends. (I think they left out men they'd run screaming from, but hey.)

Still I think that's quite different from men who probably divide women into:

1. women they'd do;
2. women they'd do but they wouldn't want their buddies to find out;
3. women they wouldn't do.

A guy's morality is then based upon which women he places into what category. For instance, hopefully family members would fall into the latter category. If they fell into the second category, their morals would no doubt be frowned upon, and if they fell into the first category, well, then they're from Kentucky.
 

Attention Amber Van Dyk:

Is today your birthday? Cause if it is, 


“H A P P Y     B I R T H D A Y!!!!”

and if it isn’t, please disregard this message, as it will self destruct in 3…2…1….1….1…

Damn cheap Korean self destruct mechanisms.

Luv,

Steve

P.S. If your birthday is the 27th, just cut and paste this message as appropriate.

22 Sep Just because E asked.

01. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
02. Whats your philosophy on life? 
03. Would you have my back in a fight? 
04. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest? 
05. What is your favorite memory of us? 
06. Would you give me a kidney?
07. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
08. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
09. Can we get together and make a cake? 
10. Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
11. Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
12. Do you think I'm a good person?
13. Would you drive across country with me? 
14. Do you think I'm attractive? 
15. If you could change anything about me, would you? 
16. What do you wear to sleep? 
17. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out? 
18. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you? 
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? .
BONUS QUESTION: What should my next journal entry be about? A story, an idea, a day in the life, whatever. I might even fulfill your request if you're lucky!

http://sksperry.livejournal.com/70934.html

23 Sep

Answers to the Bonus Question:  

[info]deannahoak: Your opinion on whether you ought to have to wear you hat out to the parade grounds?

I hate hats. I never wore a hat (or a belt, for that matter) until I joined the military. Since they're part of the uniform, you have to wear one or get charged for improper dress. That said, if I have to wear one, at least I look good in the CF beret. Pretty much any other hat makes me look dorky(er).

Don't get me started on the air force wedge. (It initially belonged to the army, and even they were smart enough to ditch it.) Stick it on your head and you get a bunch of men standing around looking like flat-head screwdrivers. But even the wedge is better than the old forge--or peak--caps. Those things weighed a ton, you had to wear it in such a way that you constantly had your nose stuck up in the air (which might explain why the officers still wear them) and the head band would get sweaty and then shrink in the sun constricting around your forehead like that old Indian torture trick.

Wearing a hat on parade is a pain, since ours are made of wool and usually dark in colour--just what you want on your head when you've been standing absolutely still for the last hour and a half outside in the sun and ninety-plus heat.

[info]mrissa: And your next journal entry should be about bones. I don't know why. It's just what the nearest note on my novel says, and it no longer makes any sense to me, so I bequeath it to you.

Most of the stuff I know about bones has to do with breaking them, or splinting them. (Btw, if I break someone else's I generally don't splint them.) The collarbone is the easiest bone in the body to break, which is why most kids manage to break it. It only takes about four pounds of pressure to break--good to know in a self-defense situation. Just hammer down on it with a closed fist and presto. It also makes the arm useless, so they can't try smacking you afterwards. (So break both, just to be safe.) And it's really hard to splint. All you can do is try to immobilize the arm and shoulder with a bunch of broad bandages.

[info]hkneale: I want to hear a humorous anecdote. Doesn't have to be true.

I went to a matinee today to see Jet Li's new movie, FEARLESS. (Pretty good martial arts flick, btw.) So I'm waiting for the movie to start--just me and about 15 or 20 other guys spaced throughout the theatre, when this couple walks in. They're standing at the bottom of the theatre trying to decide where to sit, and I just couldn't resist myself, so I yelled out, "Hey, you! What's the big idea bringing a girl?" Everyone in the theatre cracked up, including the couple. They didn't sit near me, however.

[info]retrobabble: Kumquats. Go.

First off, you're a freak. Secondly, it's spelled cumquat. (Damn Americans.) Cumquats are known as the "little jewel of the citrus family," which is even stranger since they haven't been classified as citrus since 1915. (Let it go, man.) A cumquat contains about 275 calories--roughly the same as most chocolate bars. Can you guess which one I'm going to be eating?

26 Sep

"Part of a U.S. spy report finished in April and leaked last weekend said the U.S. invasion of Iraq helped increase the terrorism threat."

Way to go, eh.

And in keeping with that, watch this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-Lc-G-7FWA

In five words, explain what ended your last friendship? A 7.62 mm sniper round.

How was your prom night? Dark, with (drunken) hazy periods, and occasional flashes. (Luckily the trenchcoat wasn't belted.)

Do you have any famous relatives? Not any that will admit to it.

Have you taken out loans to pay for college? No. I believe any college I attend should stand on its feet and pay its own loans. Call it tough love.

What did you receive last in the mail? Vogue, Cosmo, and Chatelaine. Pen has subscriptions--honest. *ahem*

What beverages have you drank today? As opposed to the beverages I chewed? Diet Pepsi, of course.

Do you leave nasty messages on people's answering machines? Never. The masking tape keeps coming loose and the messages fall off.

What's the most painful surgical procedure you've had done? Had done to who?

What is out your back door? I never discuss my sex life in public.

Do you usually go out on the weekends? Yep, and then I come back in again. It's a vicious circle.

Do you like what the ocean does to your hair? No, I'm pretty sure most of it went out with the tide, and never came back in!

Have you ever visited a planetarium or do you even know what one is? Sure, after all, the aliens offered to take me there on their space shipium.

What is your favorite flavor of pudding? Pudding comes in flavours? Damn.

Describe your keychains: Well, they're about this high, and this long...

Where do you keep your change? On some homeless guy.

When was the last time you got up and spoke in front of a large crowd? At a Jenni Craig meeting. Oh, you mean numerous.

What kind of winter coat do you have? A thick furry one, but it's still only fall, so it hasn't finished growing in yet.

What was the weather like on your graduation day? Well, if Vice Principal Janson was right, it must have been about -80 degrees. (He said something about a cold day in hell....)

Do you sleep with the door to your bedroom open or closed? Closed, and locked. But usually from the outside. And there's bars on the windows. Go figure.

Is there anything purple within 20 feet of you? Not yet.

What is the strangest thing you've put in the microwave? Jiffy pop. (Sparks like a bugger.) Don't laugh, those little microwavable bags catch fire on the stove, too.

Can you speak any Japanese? Enough to find the bathroom, find a restaurant, and get my face slapped.

Do you look good in the color yellow? Depends, how do you feel about jaundice.

Do you spit or smoke? Decisions, decisions.

What is your favorite color(s)? Black.

Ever played an instrument? Yep, I even got paid for it. (And no, not to stop.)

Do you believe in Bigfoot, or Sasquatch? Of course--everyone needs moral support now and then.

Ever been to a palm reader? Yeah, but apparently my font is too small.

Did they tell you the truth about your future? Well, we don’t know yet now, do we?

What are you thinking about at this very moment? "Tell me about the rabbits, George."

Have you ever received a black eye? Yes, aren't mail order catalogues wonderful?

What is your biggest current disappointment? 10 milliamps.

What are some of your favorite drinks? Diet Pepsi.

Do you have anything that hurts on your body at this time? Nope..

Have you ever ridden in a taxi? Yep, in reverse, with the windows shot out while being chased by a tank.

What is the last alcoholic drink you had? All my drinks are in a 12 step program, and it wouldn't be fair to talk about them here.

Did you do anything special last night? Locked bedroom, remember?.

What is your very favorite food? Probably spaghetti, but don't tell the other foods or they'll get jealous.