~::.1 Wacom Bamboo Splash Tablet.::~
I bought mine back in the summer, and I like it and it’s easy to use, but really this should go to someone that will actually actively use it. I don’t really draw or anything anymore aside from stupid doodles.
It’s barely been used and still has everything that comes with it.
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Is it odd that Tom Lerher cheers me up? I guess cynical lyrics make me giggle.
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Another night at the theaters. So far I’ve chased of 5 shady groups of teenagers, kicked ten people out for not having tickets, and stopped a man from murdering the ticket taker for saying his wife was hot. These are normal situations for this theater. I’m not complaining, all the commotion helps the time go faster. Six hours goes by like nothing if you are sprinting from incident to incident. Being a movie theater, this place is a magnet for teens. This usually isn’t a problem, except when the teens are gang affiliated.
These guys are the most difficult to deal with. They talk about how you should give them respect, yet they themselves give no one the respect they demand. Personally, I was raised to respect my elders/Property management/The Police. These guys will deface the property with crudely drawn graffiti, which is just a step up from using urine to mark their territory. I think if you are going to do something, do it right! These kids should Adopt A Highway. Nothing says,”Step off SON!” like a perfectly manicured highway. Forget 1000 dollars for littering, an angry gang member with a knife is a much better deterrent. This would also work well with a neighborhood watch. Who’s going to break into a car when 8 armed teens could be waiting in the bushes. The only thing scarier would be a landmine.
Sadly, these ideal situations are just a fantasy of mine. So thus I have to check cars to see if their tires have been slashed. I think that is the ultimate insult. Sure, slash one and they have a spare. But slash two and a tow truck is mandatory. Well, I gotta go. Someone is asking for popcorn at gunpoint and the bathroom is on fire.
Wish me luck!
Have you ever had writers block? I know I have! In fact, this entire brick of text is a pathetic attempt to cure my writers block on a spec script. I think I have a really good idea, but I just cant seem to flow the story out of my brain hole. I really want to write the script, I really want to submit said script to studios, and I really want a job where writing silly stuff that makes me giggle is a daily occurrence. I try, I really do! But I seem to get sidetracked by the stupidest stuff, like work, sounds, and staring into the middle distance.
I think the worst problem I have with writing things is the fact that I prefer actually writing instead of typing. Sure, if I was a monk in the 1500’s, this would be the best way of sharing my thoughts (and possibly transcribing the bible from Greek to Latin). Sadly this is the year 2011 and people almost exclusively use computer screens to consume text. I don’t even know why paper is even made anymore. I also don’t know why handwriting recognition software isn’t a better thing. Didn’t apple have it in the 90’s?
But I digress, writing is what I want to be paid for. Heck, I would love if I was published without pay on a website that I didn’t create myself! I would probably have a stroke if someone paid me for anything I did creatively. I’ve done some stand up in the past, for free, for disinterested people. I didn’t get any “exposure” either, all I received where hurt feelings and maybe an ulcer. I once did an open mic at a beauty parlor, not even kidding, wish I was. They didn’t even turn off the 42in TV showing hair care ads. Again, wish I was kidding.
So if you where paying attention, I cant get my brain hole to spew script stuff onto a page, but this now tirade seems to just appear as I lay my pen across paper. I really wonder if anyone would enjoy my words or find them amusing. Because this is my main goal, to amuse and maybe inform. I do know a thing or two.
I do! Really! I was a barista at the coffee corp that shall not be named, I was a peon for a large telecommunications company, I was even a key holder at a gigantic toy store chain. I can tell you how to pull a perfect shot of espresso, use a complicated archaic billing system, or even how to clean vomit off teddy bears. I just want someone to ask!
Currently, I am what is considered to be the red shirt of home protection, a security guard. I guard an unfinished overpass one night, million dollar homes the next, then on the weekends I kick teenagers out of a movie theater on the corner of rape street and murder ave. if there was a night where I wasn’t in fear for my life/possessions/job going away, I would probably feel pretty contented. I really just want a job where I don’t have to worry about my allergy to knives and hot lead.
Well, I’m going back to staring at the middle distance… er, working on my spec script. If you want to contact me for any reason, I’m @flynn_1 on twitter, Clifton Seay on Facebook, anyonereadthis.tumblr.com on tumblr, and Clifton Seay on Google+.
Wish me luck!
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