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Thursday, December 14, 2006

There is a girl. She's really young. About six. She is hiding under her father's desk. Her father is on his way back from work. She's so excited. She's just grinning so hard. It's going to be great. Her father is going to walk in and not expect anything, but she's going to jump out! She's clenching her teeth together, she's grinning so hard. She's so excited. Her mother squeezes her and smiles.

His car drives up the driveway. It's a good car. Her mother hears it and whispers that he's here. The girl can't control her excitement anymore. She pees herself.

The mother looks at her and smiles, but she's not looking back. She's too scared. She's actually just ruined the whole thing.

When her father opens the front door the mother is rushing into his office with a cloth. He's curious about what happened, but he's first going to go get a beer and sit down in the living room. His wife is always doing stuff like this. They love each other SO much. They are very considerate of each other. He turns on the television. It's on the entertainment channel. This is a channel that focuses on celebrities and their lives. It's okay.

I think this could be like the opening scene in my sitcom. The episode will reveal a lot of facts about the story like how the father just came back from the moon. It'll be great.

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Maxi


it's a tad heart breaking. i have tears in my eyes.

Posted by Maxi on Thursday, December 14, 2006 at 5:05 PM

The Ancient Shark Of Despair


See, that’s what I wanted to do. I really wanted to stress the innocence in all of the three characters' pain. That's how it is. You're all nice to people. Everything is good. But then reality comes back with a two-parter. The first part involves a confrontation where a smile doesn't make up for a voiced opinion. The second: a million million ideas that never existed all saying 'no' at the same time. You've been rejected by your own brain. Sorry.

Posted by The Ancient Shark Of Despair on Thursday, December 14, 2006 at 11:21 PM

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Hello. I know that I really shouldn't write too many blogs in a day. One or two people have complained.

But this is different. I'm feeling a bit defeated. That story earlier, it sucked. I don't mean the actual story was a sucky one. No, it was good. I'm talking about how I told it. Yeah. I was trying to be all powerful and stuff in my prose. I was trying to wave around emotino like a wand. Basically, I bit off more than I could chew. And then you all saw me choke.

Here's what's really going on:

The girl. She's so scared. She's being really brave doing this. But then she fails. What effect is this going to have on her self esteem? Enough of one for me to say, "I'm sorry. I just want to love you."

The mom. Yeah. She's trying to keep it together. Got a family. Trying to keep on the lighter side of life. But you know what she's doing between shifts? She's watching a television channel dedicated to other people's lives. Me and the kid watched a lot of that today. It's so defeating.

The dad. He's stressed. Comes home and doesn't even really click that there's something begging of his attention. He just wants it all to be cool for a bit. You know, have a beer, watch some TV, maybe get life to slow down a tad? It's actually a metaphor for his life as a whole right now. He wants it to stop in a far bigger way than he's cool with being aware of.

Good luck, everybody!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Hmmm. I drew a picture of The Machine That Makes Everything Alright. I drew it in the ocean. I wasn't really planning. It all just came to me. From my head.

The kid's being really quiet. He stopped cleaning. I showed him my picture. He didn't really say anything about it. I turned the TV up real loud. I wanted to see if he would complain. He just walked in and looked at me. He had this look. Man. Let's just say that I turned the TV down.

I hid in the cupboard later. When he walked in the room I jumped out and shouted, "RRRRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!". He threw a bottle at me. He also screamed. The bottle missed me. It hit the wall above me and I got a cut on my hand from one of the bits of glass from the explosion. An explosion doesn't have to involve things burning so this is the correct term.

I didn't cry. I just stood there. I couldn't move because there was glass everywhere. The kid said he would clean it up and went to the kitchen. I shouted at him not to leave.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The kid left this morning. He woke me up while it was still dark and told me. I went back to sleep and when I got up he was gone.

I spent the rest of the day watching sitcoms. I came up with a few ideas for the one that I'm going to write. They aren't really polished yet though.
Spent a bit of time browsing MySpace. It's such a sad place, MySpace. I'm not calling anyone sad. I'm just saying that we've still got a long way to go as a community. Us. Not them. There are a lot of people on MySpace and we're going to have to stick together to not just get swallowed up.

I started off searching for words that brought up different types of people in my head. I first searched for pregnant. There's so much emotion there.

Then I searched for strings of words. I'm not going to give you any examples here in case you think that I'm just propogating stereotypes or anything. I wouldn't do that. I'm about bringing people together.

Ok, look. I'm going to cut to the chase here with this blog. We need to stick together. The world is too lonely a place to not do this. If you don't like the people you're sticking with it's probably a lot easier to stick together anyway than to break away and look for new people to stick with.

Okay, maybe I'm saying this because the kid left. Maybe not. Does it matter? What I'm saying is true. Please, let's do this.

2:56 PM

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Maxi


i totally *get* you.
community is of the essential. i wish i had friends.
Posted by Maxi on Saturday, December 16, 2006 at 6:40 PM

Sunday, December 17, 2006

It seems as though the kid isn't coming back. I tried calling him. Which is the reason he left actually. Part of it anyway. He found my phone. I had hidden it in my cupboard so that other people wouldn't find it. He didn't find it there though. I was in the bathroom phoning for pizza. I thought he was sleeping.

"Who are you talking to?"

I was so excited that I dropped the phone. I was actually shaking.

"You're on the phone, aren't you?"

I completely froze.

He thrust open the door and made three small but very powerful steps forward. They were compact. And he pointed at me.

"You broke it."

At this point we were both looking at the phone on the floor.

"Did you hear me? You broke your phone."

He was being mean.

I realised that I was going to have to stand up for myself or he would just walk over me like usual.

"It's not broken."

"So, you admit that you have a phone?"

I looked at him in the eyes. I tried to give him a deadpan stare, but I felt like a deer staring into the headlights of a truck. A really scary and mean truck.

"Do you admit that you have a phone? That phone on the floor, which is broken, do you admit that you have it?"

I picked up the phone and sat down on the toilet. I didn't look back up at him for the rest of the 'conversation'.
"I'm going to leave. Unless you stop doing this, I'm going to leave."

I didn't say anything.

"I'm not going to put up with this anymore. You didn't clean once. The whole time that me and Mom cleaned. You just watched TV and played on your computer."

I looked at his stomach. Softly and with a slow sideways twist of my hand I told said that it was "Mom and I".

Problem was. I've seen that on a sitcom before. Or some other show or something. The one character is in trouble and the other one is bullying the first when the first softly retorts with a grammatical correction. The second gets really angry, but they both make up later.

I think that's why I did it. I think I did it because I wanted it to end quickly and all be alright later.

He just talked over me though. I'm not sure if he heard it or not. In any case he didn't seem to think that what I was saying was important.

"I'm going to leave if you don't stop doing this."

I hoped that it would calm down later. I didn't order the pizza in the end. I really hope that this didn't push Moe away.
I phoned to order pizza tonight. I asked if he was working and they said that he wasn't. I cancelled my order and am worried that he has quit. I'll check back on Friday.

I think that the kid left that night. He was gone by the morning.

I'm sorry that I told you guys that I didn't have a phone. I just didn't want anyone to know that I actually don't answer the phone because I really didn't want to. I say that my phone is broken, but I just hide the mobile part of it. I think you guys should try harder to understand that I didn't lie to you because I was lazy. I'm not lazy. I think I actually do more stuff than anyone else I know.

8:09 PM

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love the box of angelwolf


you need to be sneakier shark
tsk tsk

Posted by love the box of angelwolf on Monday, December 18, 2006 at 7:18 PM

chu tu


you can just tell everyone that the purpose
of your phone is to receive texts and voicemails
that you will review on a weekly basis.
that's what i do.

Posted by chu tu on Monday, December 18, 2006 at 8:28 PM

The Ancient Shark Of Despair


The thing is, I'm always doing something. I've always got all this stuff just waiting for me to do. I'm trying, but they didn't see that. They left.

Posted by The Ancient Shark Of Despair on Monday, December 18, 2006 at 8:33 PM