Location, whether it was in the South, or the West, or Europe, or Asia. What I do in media, was built from nothing out of nowhere highly cultural. My empire wasn't built in a cultural utopia. It was built in a cultural wasteland, the only exception being it was produced in a Formerly Upper (now Lower) middle class suburban house, in a noisy neighborhood with rude neighbors of declining and deteriorating quality, ESPECIALLY the newer ones, which speaks volumes about my studios durability. You don't need a perfect work environment or even a fancy one to construct your life's work, but it definitely tends to help. As long as you have a server, and a place to set up your computer, you're good to go. For a while, my base of operations was Ft. Lauderdale-Miami , then it crash landed back into my parents house because I had no money or anywhere else to stay, and was still recovering from a life-altering nervous emotional breakdown at the time, which generated a LOT of controversy aimed at my parents. Now I don't know WHERE I am and where I operate. Figuratively speaking, because the Web 2.0 is everywhere and everyone. I suppose that part is different.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Psychology Article: How to deal with siblings and neighbors who have a severe case of Tourette Syndrome Disease. THE NOISE!!! THE NOISE!!!
Do you live in a neighborhood with neighbors who act like aggressive foul taboo mouthed bullies, who constantly yell curse, swear, and angry words at you with no provocation whatsoever?
No, not Hell. You're not living in Hell. Well, okay in a sense you ARE living in hell being near these people.
But a more scientific way of putting it is to say you're living with people who have a sever case of Tourette Syndrome. And if you're sensitive to noise or disrespect and have your feelings hurt easily, prepare for hellish living conditions
All this is true. I live in Seminole County, Florida, a place where a lot of young and middle aged people in this area have this condition, which I've witnessed for years driving around in traffic, and listening to neighbors in my backyard and down the street firsthand.
It is a sever mental sickness, and is often accompanied by hurt feelings, arguments, screaming matches, and even sever violence, all conditions which are conducive to the illness.
One element feeds off the other, much like a giant psychological and emotional parasite.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Yes, I know. Some consider me the Master of Shock, in an ironic, misguided kind of way...So I Humbly Present This List of Horror Movies I've Never Watched...
As they were too morbidly gross, slimey, and shocking for even me: The Shock Master JM.
If the Clergy itself banned these films, I probably would not complain
Killer Klowns From Outer Space
Nightmare on Elm Street
Friday the 13th
Natural Born Killers
I can sit through Alien, but the chest bursting scene is pretty borderline obscene in my book
It never was that big of a deal to me when doctors diagnosed me with Asperger's Syndrome.
Whatever Asperger's Syndrome is. However one defines it, most people are unaware I have it. More people know of me in general just know who I am. They don't know I have high functioning autism, and other neurological conditions conducive of ingenuity in the human brain.
And I like to keep it that way...
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
The Following Terms are NOT EXPLAINED IN DEPTH ON WIKIPEDIA, and would otherwise be considered obscure topics....
bilateral dominance (Caetextia)
· The Spirit of Jamaerah
· 22 Master Builder
· Gossamer Wings
· The Chinese Oracle (Prophecy)
Monday, September 22, 2014
Woke up around 1 p.m., and laid in bed until 4 p.m., drifting in and out of dreams about the whole world being Democrat and at one big Democratic convention.
But wait. Why am I depressed. I have a bunch of cool celebrity friends:
Friends like Ramin Zahed, Steve Blum, Thomas Romain, famed self-publisher Yoshitoshi ABe
Some people might ask you "How can you be so depressed and sad when you got a friend list this cool". Hey, that's how it is.
I got artists block for the 70 millionth time
Well there we go. Diagnosis confirmed. I'm depressed because I don't feel LIKE making an effort to draw, even though my higher self, my conscience WANTS me to draw.
When I fail at getting myself to obey my conscience, my higher moral code to work hard and not be lazy, I get conflicted. I'd bug my famous friends for advice, but pestering and badgering famous friends? That's not cool.