Studio Blog #3

So another fortnight, another thousand word blog. You know, it's surprisingly difficult to fill up one thousand words about nothing. A few secrets - say one thousand instead of one thousand (see, that was meant to be one thousand, the number but i realized by saying one thousand again that's an extra word, plus this explanation is an extra 29) So that's sixty words so far, with nothing covered. The studio is going well, I think I'm up around fifteen hours to date, so it is coming along. I really don't mind the parking lot at this point. I bring a book, there's a corner with a light that lets me read all night, and I dress very warmly. If I can rope my fiancée into coming or picking me up I also bring my leather flask with me, with some midrange scotch contained within. Nothing better for the cold! I'd normally conceal that, but on the Studio's webpage it says that volunteers get a glass of wine per volunteering (Those over 21, start demanding that!) so I guess drinking on the job isn't an issue. Well that window into alcoholism brings us up to 196 words. So the two projects I'm working on currently, the pdf information packed for zombie st. pete & the funds for the theater group. I'm very happy with what I've produced for zombie st. pete, and Aaron has been encouraging to date, that bad boy is just about 80% complete. Another tip, no contractions. I had "bad boy's", but i changed it to "bad boy is," shabam, extra word. So the theater company, man, a few points. I think their best bet, other than finding a particular private investor (which i've had little luck in) is to apply for a government grant. The problem is virtually all of them you apply in 2009 for 2010, 2010 for 2011, etc etc. I'm compiling a list of grants that should be applicable, as well as (hopefully) a few potential sources for private investors and patrons of the arts. Fingers crossed on that one. That's 350 words. Man, it sure takes a while. Man, when I was a little younger, I could rant for hours. Sometimes I'd just type out rants for the sheer joy of it - I type 120 words a minute, so it's pretty fluid. Ok, I'll give it a shot, some musings on the purpose of existence

A life without purpose. An existence without meaning. This is the conundrum that presents itself to any being that spends too much time wandering the plane of thought. All sentient beings wonder, at one point in their lives or another, why they exist. To what purpose they, as an individual, as a civilization, and as a species exist. Many accept the ready-made answer of a God, be he a benevolent Father figure or an omnipotent being to be appeased. To those though who are dissatisfied with another's answer and wish to seek their own, the nagging question of "Why?" persists. At this point though, two paths of thought present themselves, or at least two stand out from the crowd of potential ideas. The first is that there is no answer, that we exist in a Universe without purpose or direction, and that once the energies that animate all existence around us have burned out there will be nothing left. The cosmic accident that is existence will have ended. The second idea offers a little more comfort, to those that know how to seek it. Why? can be answered with the question, Why not? Existence, life, and being are the answers to their own question. Life exists simply because it can, and in the execution of our lives from birth to death we fulfill the only purpose we ever had; to live. For many this is the most terrifying idea of all; That there is no destination to life, other than death. We run our course, and then we're done and it is another's turn at existence. In this idea though, humanity can find the only true freedom we'll ever know. If we, the intellectuals of our race, can disconnect ourselves from the nagging questions of How, Why, and Who, (as the ignorant masses seem to do so easily) and simply get on with the exercise of living, we can at least die knowing we didn't live pursuing futility.
I think I overused the word existence. Oh well, that's ok if it is intentional, ne? Well that brings us up to 755. Took a little break there. You know, the Mrs brings back an 18 pack of beer & a bottle of wine, puts none in the fridge, then I discover it was warm beer to begin with? Who in their right mind gets the 18 pack of warm beer, when there's refrigerated beer a few aisles away. Someone that isn't drinking the beer. That's just thoughtless. Then, because she's already kind of aggravated, I try to tell her she should get refrigerated beer, and she blows up in my face. I tell you, well I was about to make a comment about a particular race being fiery, but I guess this is still a class blog and not my internal thought process, so I'll abstain in the interests of not offending anyone. Eight hundred and ninety two words. So I have a pet bird, a ring neck parrot, and when we argue she starts screaming. It's good practice for children really - we have to not argue in front of the bird, or we get our ears fucked. That's what I like to call loud invasive noises - ear rape! I had a birthday party on the weekend, that worked out really well. Moriah (my fiancée) made lasagna & baked a cake, got a few bottles & a bunch of beer. Others brought beer as well, it ended up being a pretty quality party. Twenty-four now, jesus I feel old (Sorry Jason!) Alright, that's 1000 words right now.