You want it all but you can't have it
17 years ago
General
It's in your reach but you can't grab it...
Well, I got my point across as best I could. There isn't anything more that I could do to try and help give the women in the sport of boxing a bit more respect. I've picked on one hit wonders, anime boxing gurus, more traditional foxy boxing fans, and so on. There isn't anything else I can do. I knew it was a fight I would never win, the perverts always will win over the logical. At least I did my paart, not enough by any stretch, if it were up to me I'd have every foxy boxer plastered on every church news paper, regular newspaper, political paper, and so on.
So, dat be it.
"I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads. I never understood a damn thing that they said. From words to actions never knowing what they're about. I guess I'll have to chew 'em up and spit them out. I say... I walked for miles inside this pit of danger. I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger. The weight of the world is fallin' on my shoulders. A place where no one follows me, I walk alone."
Well, I got my point across as best I could. There isn't anything more that I could do to try and help give the women in the sport of boxing a bit more respect. I've picked on one hit wonders, anime boxing gurus, more traditional foxy boxing fans, and so on. There isn't anything else I can do. I knew it was a fight I would never win, the perverts always will win over the logical. At least I did my paart, not enough by any stretch, if it were up to me I'd have every foxy boxer plastered on every church news paper, regular newspaper, political paper, and so on.
So, dat be it.
"I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads. I never understood a damn thing that they said. From words to actions never knowing what they're about. I guess I'll have to chew 'em up and spit them out. I say... I walked for miles inside this pit of danger. I've swallowed down a thousand years of anger. The weight of the world is fallin' on my shoulders. A place where no one follows me, I walk alone."
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Where's the quote from?
The closing is I Walk Alone, which is pretty much true. I have had a few people agree completely, but I still fought the battle alone. No one stepped up and said "Dude, I'll do one, too! Pass the good word!"
I mean, I already tried the "Being a good example" bit. Bringing a character with integrity and being a good role model and nothing happened. I was told that she was too perfect (By someone who has a bunny who has dynamo boobs so she can throw green plasma energy attack punches and a punch that leaves craters in the ground. They also accused me of being the kind of guy who turns into a murderer. Sure, perhaps with a phone call I could turn her front lawn into a burnout box for the Sons of Silence. I just aint no killer.)
I hoped to get people joining the bandwagon, but it never came. It's just a sign.
Things are going downhill, sometimes fast sometims slow. It's like a rollercoaster, the thing is each following rise is shorter and the fall is greater.
At least I'll have good seats for armageddon.
There are times where you turn the other cheek and move on.
Then there are times you turn their other cheek with a healthy right cross (metaphorically speaking)
Like I said, and you agreed, choosing not to look at something wrong is often the worst thing you can do. If a mother is beating her child in a grocery store do you just turn away and ignore it while the mother screams and they child cries out? Or do you do something? I didn't know what to do, so I tried what I thought up. I created characters that were, in my opinion, cool, lovable, and brought a positive face to the sport and maybe some people would have some fun with it. I had a few boxers, mixed martial artists, karate, vale tu do, a few other misc. characters. THey were the kind of people who would be just fun to BE around, and still serious and passionate about the sport. Didn't work. I tried just being part of groups like hanging with Tetsuo and others in Anme or Manga and message boards they were in. I started two web sites and two groups on Yahpoo. The yahooo groups became corrupt with porn, I asked people to put up thier own galleries, but keep it PG-13 or so but no, they had to put up thier hermie pics. So I closed them down. Another friend on my list here has a Yahoo groups he still has up devoted to it. Unfortunately it, too, has become not much more than Tetsuo's gallery.
Like I say, you see a few Green or Tet pieces you've seen them all. But their fans are so obsessed with their art, that sheep mentalititty, it doesn't matter that they have run out of ideas and just recycle.
And going back to the grocery store, what if the child was acting up? Would you prefer if the kid was whining and crying like a spoiled brat instead of getting some punishment?
A spank on the butt, okay. I'm down for that. A slap across the face, yanked into the air by the wrist, dropped in a shopping cart, and then forced roughly to sit down... that is another matter.
Same goes with my feelings. Like that pic of the topless lady I gave you there. That's okay. Woman WANT to be sexy, feel sexy, look good. They also want to be LOVED, RESPECTED, CARED ABOUT. More than sexy. I could never love a character like Green Legend or Laine or K.O., I'd be afraid to TOUCH them. A lot of it is also publicity stills.
Me... I changed... a few times in life. People can be changed, I know you're going to say "Yuo did it all the wrong way you fucking retarded asshole motherfucker!"
Yeah, I did do it wrong. All the ways Ihoped were right didn't do the job and I got mean spirited.
Not being able to be here is what's going to bring me some moving on. It makes me sad I have to leave like this but at the same time it's a SHIT load better than watching the one thing I have left in life to enjoy (aside from my car) be sullied with giant cocks and loose twats and big breasted brain damaged vixens.
Plus, if your story gets out there and makes it further away from the furries and into a more mainstream readership then what you're going to get is a bunch of "normies" nailing your past at FA. It's like a political mudslinging bunch of crap.
For me it's too late. The story is dead, it will never see anyone's eyes. I can't write anymore. If you're still doing it go to places specifically for writers, otherwise you'll end up disappointed like me. Maybe not as stubborn or angry, just defeated.
I just got done tearing Dragoneer a new one.
I'm used to the disappointment, that was all during my Starwing days when I first started my stories and no one read it.
I aint got the legs to do that anymore. I love science fiction and apparently it went way over thier heads. I threw away two footlockers and most of a third of nothing but research work. All that work and "Well, it wasn't very good. We just told you it was because you were happy doing it."
I have the same issue with my 1969 Camaro. After an accident I couldn't get the front body panels to align properly. No one would notice unless they knew the lines of a 69 Camaro well, I still feel self conscious driving it because I know it's there.
The version of my story you see in my gallery now? Already redone...at first I saw it it was meh, but I improved it by doing the whole thing over especially the prologue. But now...my story is gonna take abig turn, not sure if people are ready for it so I'll try and get chapter 12 ready too. It might even make you shiver in fear or in disgust, if it does...I'm doing my job.
I was way too technical. I thought if authors like Dale Brown could do it, so could I. Many of his books came with a dictionary to look up things. I had a talent for fear, horror, and personalities that were just plain sick and disturbing.
When I was writing it I was a happy guy, not who you talk to now. It's been more than 20 years since I began putting concepts together. Not sure when I started writing, but the longest I ever went in one shot before scrapping it was 3000 pages. I think in the decades I was putting pencil to paper we estimate possibly hundreds of thousands. (Wore clean through keys on some computers. My old Dell Laptop ended up getting keyboards replaced twice and needed a third when the computer finally died.) replaced numerous keyboards on other computers and monitors.
I was so proud of the work I was doing. I thought I was doing something good.
I don't like big fancy words in stories that you need a dictionary for. Otherwise, people lose interest. I keep the wording in mine simple and worded so people can understand, because that's what I want people to do. And imagine what's going on in their own heads.
Most of the words weren't big and fancy, they were just technical. It's difficult to explain. Being too technical was one of the downfalls I was trying. A lot of the technical aspects were ART. The lead male protagonist was basically a furry Chip Foose. He built custom cars on commission (at the beginning, didn't have time for long) and a "Sleek jet black 1969 Stingray Corvette" just doesn't cut it since that describes about a good 25% of what people with 69 Vettes do. I shot myself with that one. Other things such as how prosthetic limbs being a permanent part of the body could have very harsh psychological results, as well as how they work. I learned to describe what understeer was like as opposed to oversteer and so on.
In the end, none of it, was any good. Aelius up there was about the last guy who had faith it could work. He's the only one who would like to see me keep going.
Now that my memory is completely blown (Doctor's made damn sure of that) I'd never be able to try again anyway. So I gave away all that art, I lost most of that art in a flood, but the 200 some odd pieces I still had I gave away. No story to go with the art, no point.
So, did you put that trouble ticket in yet? I ripped Dragoneer a new one and am getting ready to go after Fender. I guess you could say I'm about to go on a Fender Bender.
And I've sent in notes to 3 freakin admins; 1 didn't look at it, other 2 didn't answer...and one IS Dragoneer....I think the admins are either being retarded or too lazy to care.
The initial concept was "where did all the amazing native warriors of the world go?", you know, the Indian who could shapeshift into animal forms to defend against invaders, the Shamans with enough spiritual pull to get the Gods to blot out the sun, so on. Where did they go? Answer, home. My Uncle is a shaman, and he told a story of a star many indians looks to that he called Pledia, and that is where all Cherokee come from. (I think, i no longer have my notes).I twisted it a bit so it is the cosmic pitri dish of the universe, the source of ALL life, and a Shaman found a way to return there. So any time a race was in danger of being wiped out many would be rescued and taken there. (That's where the missing south American tribes all went.)
The plot is around three primary protagonists and antagonists. Each volume would focus more closely on one specific "good guy" while the others develpped in the background as everyone interacted. The final 4th to fifth volume would be on ending the antagonistic menace "once and for all" in thier ploy to take control of both Pledia and our own planet earth.
And you wonder why people don't want to read it...NOBODY wants to read VOLUMES of work no matter how good it is. And what are you even gonna talk about? Their entire life history? My story has flashbacks that fills the blanks as to show a little about each character's past. Sure I'll have to make separate stories for certain characters like Summers, but geez, you're gonna kill your reader!
I have friends who have published books where they had a volume run 800 pages. He turned it in to a pro editor and it came back with 200 or so. The Editor was good enough to edit it out and tie it together so the reader doesn't know what he was missing. I don't have that kind of money, otherwise trust me, I'd let ALL the ideas fly let the editor do what he will and be happy. I have friends who were willing to do editing for me, but they're not pros and they're afraid of me enough to not cut things out. They know I know things like... how to serve a nice quail dinner to kill them without adding poison. (No, I'd NEVER do that. I am known for my temper and they just don't want to push me any further away than I have already taken myself.)
But that's neither here nor there.
Usually when I submit a trouble ticket it takes a week or so before I hear something. If I don't get banned by Monday, I'll go start picking on some baby furs. I really held my tongue a lot with Green and the others. The baby furs I can go after full tilt.