Posted 2:20 PM by Calico
A year ago today I was remembering the day before, and being really happy.

Today, I'm just tired.

Posted 2:15 AM by Calico
In “The Thousand Nights And A Night” a particular lesson becomes clearer and clearer as you go along; that Djinni grant wishes, but those wishes have hooks in them. There is always a catch. Always. Scheherazade was a lovely girl, but a pretty whopping cynical woman. Is it any wonder I’ve loved her all my life? Wishing can be deadly; better to help yourself out of the hole than depend on the Djinn. Take your Djinn with tonic, as it were. (A ha-ha). I’ve been thinking a great deal about wishes and dreams lately, and the bargains one makes, and promises. And Djinni. Those marvelous, fantastic, absolutely unreliable elementals. I’ve had quite a few of them in my life, and invariably I’ve swallowed the hook they cast. Oh, like the granted wish, it’s very sweet for a while, unstinted plenty-for a time, for a season. The elementals always gave generously. Then they took. Usually everything that they gave and then some-payback being a bitch and all. Balance of a sort, chaos for another.



Like pillow-talk and love-letters it’s easy to forget that there is no real substance there. Wishes and dreams are dissipated by the break of day.

Posted 3:05 PM by Calico
Last night I ran across some scratchpad notes for a musical I began writing about two years ago. I know what you’re saying: “He has no musical ability, so why is/was he writing a musical?”

No idea. I just know I was inspired. Ideas happen at weird times for me-like all the time... Actually, it was looking more like more a play with musical numbers (how do you choreograph an interesting number surrounding the romantic leads trading e-mails?). Phew! I can do lyrics, dialogue… not dancing. Not music.

It died the death at Mickey’s Diner, while I was eating a meatloaf sandwich and drinking a Coke. Never forget a pen and paper if you’re trying to be a writer. Who knows? I could have been the next Gilbert, or Sullivan, or more probably, not. Still, it was so intense at the time; I treasure that feeling.

Posted 8:09 PM by Calico
Ow.

Ow Ow Ow.

Just Ow.

Thank u, move along.

Posted 3:13 PM by Calico
Maybe I pissed off an old gypsey woman.

Maybe it's my karma.

Yeah. Probably Karma.

I suck.

Posted 2:14 PM by Calico
Just feel adrift these days. Not sleeping.

Posted 6:53 PM by Calico
I keep hoping this story ends well.

Boy meets Girl.
Boy falls for Girl.
Two major plot complications.
Boy loses Girl.
Resolution of one plot complication.
Third plot complication occurs-totally unforseen, perhaps a tad melodramatic, but valid in the story context. Authors suck.

So Boy is hanging there.

And I'm working on the ending.

Posted 7:38 PM by Calico
Got the song running through my head

Last night during ceiling cinema time I ran over some stuff, fell asleep (one hour until my alarm went off), and now I've had this song running through my head all day...

It's from'way back when I was a kid, from my favorite band of the time, and it's a really damned pretty song, but the lyrics...well;

In your white lace and your wedding bells
You look the picture of contented new wealth
But from the on-looking fool who believed your lies
I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive

For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows

When the wheel of fortune broke, you fell to me
Out of grey skies to change my misery
The vacant spot, your beating heart took its place
But now I watch smoke leave my lips and fill an empty room

For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow
The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
The bitterest pill is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel any more hate

Now autumn's breeze blows summer's leaves through my life
Twisted and broken dawn, no days with sunlight
The dying spark, you left your mark on me
The promise of your kiss, but with someone else

For the bitterest pill is mine to swallow
The love I gave hangs in sad coloured, mocking shadows
The bitterest pill is mine to take
If I took if for a hundred years, I couldn't feel anymore ill!

Ceiling cinema, now with soundtrack. Bleah!