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Well, life goes on. Yesterday was what would have been my father's 61st birthday. It's weird not having him here to celebrate it. I'm not crying as much, but the pain is still there. I was going to plan a party with friends to celebrate my dad's birthday, but life get in the way as it sometimes does. In the later half of August, my elderly neighbor slipped on her back porch and fell down her back steps. She's in her eighties, so her bones are very fragile. She broke her righ shoulder, right ribs, and her left hip. The hospital was going to do surgery, but she was in poor health. Her salt level was dropping, so they gave her fluids. This caused liquid to build in her lungs and it was a whole mish mish for a while. But, her levels were becoming normal. However, my neighbor had broken both of her arms, her back, and had a double bypass within the time frame of seven years. So the doctors were saying she wouldn't survive the surgery. In the last week of August, my mother paid her a visit in the hospital and she was doing better. Sadly, I don't have a happy ending. My neighbor, Karlyn, died late that night in her sleep.

We still try and push on. It's just weird when everything you know gets turned upside down.
  • Listening to: Sleeping Sun by Nightwish
  • Reading: fan fiction
  • Watching: The Shadow
  • Playing: Homefront
  • Eating: home made peanut butter cups
  • Drinking: Water
It's been rough, I won't lie. Some days I have it together, and other days I don't. But everythign was going good until someone asked me this question that I am so sick and tired of.

"What are you going to do with your dad's ashes?"

For the love of God, I am so sick and tired of hearing that question. Everybody who asks that keeps telling me, more like demanding, that I bury my father's ashes. They won't even entertain the thoguht of spreading them. WHY CAN'T THEY TRY AND UNDERSTAND THIS?! MY DAD DID NOT WANT TO BE BURIED!!!!!!

The idea of being sealed in a box and buried underground scared the living crap out of my dad. I know he's dead now. But everyone keeps acting like his last wishes don't matter. But doesn't anyone understand? My dad wanted to be at home, with his family. Even in death, he didn't want to leave mom and me! He wanted to be with his family! WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH THAT YOU RIGHT-WING, SHIT EATING, SO CALLED CHRISTIAN WHEN YOU'RE NO WHERE NEAR CHRISTIAN HYPOCRITE MOTHER FUCKERS FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND?!

He wants to be home, and he is. End of story. You don't like it? Then never talk to me, and make sure I don't shove my foot up your ass as you leave me and my family alone.
  • Listening to: Bluewater Highway
  • Reading: The Mark of Zorro
  • Watching: Young Justice
  • Playing: BATMAN: ARKHAM ASYLUM
  • Eating: Honeynut Cheerios
  • Drinking: Water
It's almost been five months since my father passed away, and the pain still hurts. I won't lie, there are days when I feel okay and fon on. But then there are days where I just can't stop myself from crying all day. I took a month off from work to try and adjust, and it did help. But the one thing I am sick of is some of these people who act like I should get over it already. Get over it, just like that?

Well, let me tell you something you God amn shit eating mother fuckers out there. I don't give a flying fuck what you pricks think! I had a father that did his fucking best to raise me! There would be days where he wouldn't eat just to make sure my mother and I did! He was a musician and he was a mechanic. there would be days where he would work in the morning, go straight to a gig, and sometimes not come home because he had to go straight back to work. Why? To make sure we had a home, we had clothes, and we had food. And even though he was tired and hurting, he did his dmandest to spend as much time with me as he could.

This man taught me how to play baseball, who taught me about music. He taught me how to stand up for myself. He taught me that there was more to music than just words and notes. He and my friends treated me like I was one of them. My grandparents keep saying he was a horrible father because I was exposed to musicians, drunks, drug users, drug dealers, strippers,and assholes growing up. But because I've seen what that shit has done to people, I don't want to use it. I didn't stay out late, I didn't run away, and I treated my parents with respect. When I was being picked on and beat up in school, he came to the school to chew out the principle's ass for not doing anything to stop it. He even threatened the bullies who harassed me when he saw them making my life a living hell.

Unlike other fuck heads out there, my father didn't want to avoid me. He wanted to spend as many days with me as he could. For years, we went to an Astgros game for father's day. During Summer vacation, we would play mini golf at Garner State Park, go swimming in the Frio, or share a chocolate malt at the drug store. On weekends, we rode our bikes through our neighborhood, saw movies at the dollar theatre down the street. And for my birthday every year since I was six, we went to the Rennaisance Festival. We talked about books, movies, music. He taught about the Texas Revolution and how much it matterd. I remember trips to San Antonio, and he would walk me through the 13 day seige and tell me, and show me, who fought where. Who died where. He even took me to see the reenactment at the San Jacinto Monument. I even miss when we would just walk the mall on weekends and not even buy anything or browse the stores. When he became a Mason, i did the best I could to help him.

Anyone can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a dad. My father was a dad! In every since of the word. He had his faults, and he won't win father of the year. But he was a better father than most mother fucking assholes out there. I learned more from him then what I would learn from any fucking school out there. So don't you dare tell me to get over my father's death! I hate the fucking attention, fuck it! It doesn't bring back my dad! My closest friends are in Crosby, and I'm having to be strong for my mom. So how about all you mother fuckers just back off, and let me grieve for a man that was more than a father than over half the people on this fucking globe will ever know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Listening to: How to Train Your Dragon Soundtrack
  • Reading: The Wolf Gift
  • Watching: Eclipse
  • Playing: Bully: Scholarship Edition
  • Eating: Homemade burritos
  • Drinking: Water
Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. The simplist explination is that life got in teh way. But it may be longer before I update again. I regret to inform everyone that my father passed away on Thanksgiving morning at the age of sixty. I'm not sure when that will be. Thank you for being patient with me.

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  • Listening to: Pendant Audio's Batman: The Ace of Detectives
  • Reading: fan fiction
  • Watching: The DaVinci Code
  • Playing: Batman: Arkham City
  • Eating: Pecan Pie
  • Drinking: Coke
I've been trying not to write this, but I'm in one of my moods again and I need to clear the air.

As some of you may know, I'm an author on fan fiction dot net. I appreciate when someone leaves a review about one of my stories, and I try to take the advice many give me. But the other day, someone leaves me a review that isn't for my story. It's for another author's story, and asked me if I could send it to said author because he doesn't accept reviews.

Let me say this right now. If you want to leave a review, even is you didn't like the story, go ahead. But as long as it's about MY story and not someone else's. Because now, I can delete that review, it's stuck unless I delete the story and repost it! I'm not a messenger boy, and I'm not about to play one for another author I don't know. Find a way to send it yourself! Even if it's just a private message, but don't you post what you think about on another writer's peice of work. Despite what people may think, we work hard on our stories and it's rude to ask us to play messenger boy when you ignore the hard work we put into our stories. Some of us barley have time to write these, and we're lucky when we can. So at least show some respect and THINK FIRST!
  • Listening to: Pendant Audio's Superman: The Last Son of Krypton
  • Reading: BATMAN: The Long Halloween
  • Watching: Dragon Ball Z: Season Three
  • Playing: The Godfather
  • Eating: Pizza
  • Drinking: Coke
By now, many have seen my coloring of YogurthFrost's Darkigo. After some time of debating and thinking, I have started writting a story based on the picture series/ Based on YogurthFrost's artwork and the various Dracula movies, I have posted the first chapter on my Fanfiction.com account. I hope all of you enjoy it.
  • Listening to: Pendant Audio's Superman: The Last Son of Krypton
  • Reading: BATMAN: The Long Halloween
  • Watching: Dragon Ball Z: Season Three
  • Playing: The Godfather
  • Eating: Pizza
  • Drinking: Coke
I know it's been a while since I wrote one of these, but I have to get this out or I'm going to get so mad I'll end up breaking something. So far, 2011 isn't that great of a year. Right off the bat, my uncle JW Weir got sick from Pnemonia and passed away. He wasn't an uncle by blood, but this man was a large influence on my life. Him and my Godfather were better uncles to me than any of my biological uncles were.

He was a Jimmy Buffet style musician, and had a great sense of humor. I really do miss him. He always had thi shit eating grin on his face, and he had it at his viewing. Everyone at the viewing autographed his coffin, and he was buried in a Hawaiian shirt and a grass skirt. I still miss that man, even though I hadn't spoken to him in a while. He was one of my dad's best friends.

And now, a co-worker of mine has suffered a terrible tragedy. Her son shares my birthday, so I called him my evil twin. It's been a year since her grandson died, and it looked like he was getting part of his life on track again. Then I hear about a terrible eighteen wheeler crash down the street from where me and her work. It turns out, her son was killed in that crash. It's bad enough she lost her grandson a year ago, but now her son?! He didn't deserve this! I'm upset, and I'm pissed off, and I don't know what to fucking do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For now, I'll bury myself in my art. A few of my fan fics are going to be delayed in their uodates even further. Sorry guys. Also, a few have asked me to host an art jam. I don't know how. I don't have the time to find out right now. If I do find out how, I'll try. But not right now. Too much shit is happening right now for me to even try.
  • Listening to: JW Weir: Bluewater Highway album
  • Reading: Superman: Earth One
  • Watching: Ranma 1/2
  • Playing: Batman: Arkham Asylum
  • Eating: Taco Bell
  • Drinking: water
For those of you that know me well, all of you know I am also a writter in the realm of Kim Possible fan fiction on FanFiction.net. Sadly, the KP fan fic universe has lost one of our own last year named Commander Argus. Now sadly, history has repeated itself. Sadly, another fellow fan fiction author has passed away. On May 10th 2010, CPNEB passed away after suffering a heart attack in late April. He was a friend to many and a great author. Sadly, I didn't know him, but my heart goes out to his family and fellow authors. May his memory never fade, and his stories stay on FF.net as a memorial to him and his talent and imagination.

IN MEMORIUM
  • Listening to: Various music
  • Reading: Kim Possible Fan Fiction
  • Watching: TV
  • Playing: Ghostbusters
  • Eating: Taco Bell
  • Drinking: water
Here it is, 2010. But that isn't why I'm writing. It has almost been three years since a very talented artist posted his last peice of art. I don't know his real name, but his pen name was Goofmore. I wish he would start posting again, or at least let everyone know where he is. There are a lot of us that admired his talent and wonder where he is. So Goofmore, if you're out there and reading this, we just want to say we miss your talent man. Here's hoping where ever you are, you're still knocking them dead with your artwork. Good Luck, Goofmore.

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  • Listening to: Various music
  • Reading: Ultimate Spider-Man Vol. 1
  • Watching: TV
  • Playing: Call of Duty 2
  • Eating: Cheerios
  • Drinking: water
It's December, and time to put up the tree and decorations. Also the time to look out for cute girls standing under the misiletoe. One crazy thing that's been happening is one of my pics has been a big hit. My pic KP: TRANSFORMED has really been popular since I posted it. I'm pretty impressed with compared to the hits my other pictures have gotten. And thanks to me doing my first fembot drawing and reading Classic Cowboy's story, I've begun writting my own KP/Transformers crossover story on fan fic.net. Now I've got that on my plate while writting REIGN and trying to finish my first Kigo story.

Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas.

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  • Listening to: WATCHMEN Soundtrack
  • Reading: The Death and Return of Superman: Omnibus
  • Watching: Star Trek
  • Playing: Spider Solitare
  • Eating: soft peppermints
  • Drinking: water

The People Have Spoken

Fri Aug 21, 2009, 9:12 PM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, everything still goes on one day at a time. I lost my oldest dog chance about three weeks ago. The little guy was sixteen years old in human years, and the meanest thing that ever walked on four legs. When my family and I moved up here to Livingston, he really enjoyed it. He had a backyard to run around in, sunshine, and fresh air. But these past few months, he didn't really want to do anything. He mainly stayed inside because of his joints hurting. He had gone blind from cataracts, but his other senses still helped him move about. We all woke up one morning to find that he had passed away while going to get something to eat. He now rests under an oak tree in our front yard, where's it's nice and shady.

Besides that, I'm still trying to do my art and writting. Of course, my past two art posts seems to be the worst i've done; viewing wise anyway. They have the lowest hits out of all my artwork that I know of. The Frozen Passion was an illustration I did for a friend, and the Thesius one I did because I like Greek myths. But apparently, everyone wants me to stick with superhero drawings, or illustrating fan fics. Cause niether one of my latest two peices of art has a comment yet. Talk about a blow to the ego and self-confidance, huh?

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The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: Various
  • Reading: The Return of Superman
  • Watching: Green Lantern: First Flight
  • Playing: Spider Solitare
  • Eating: snacks
  • Drinking: water

Life Goes On

Wed Jul 8, 2009, 7:21 AM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, I am happy to anouce that my puppy is alive and well. We got her to the vet in time. She's had her vaccinations, and has one more check up in a week. She's as hyper as ever and acts like she's on a constant sugar rush. Now I just have to save up enough money to get her mom fixed.

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The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: Meat Loaf
  • Reading: Superman: Birthright
  • Watching: The 13th Warrior
  • Playing: Ghostbusters for PS2
  • Eating: home made mexican wraps
  • Drinking: water and juice

Numb

Thu Jun 11, 2009, 5:01 PM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, it never rains but it pours. Last weeks, my mother brought back one of the puppies we gave away. I still miss my puppy Bulldog, but it felt nice to have one of the original puppies back. Three days ago, we saw she was getting sick. What was worse, it was the same symptoms that Bulldog had. The next day we took her to the good vet in town, and it was PArvo. They've been keeping her at the vet and giving her anti-biotics and fluids. She's improving and doing better, thank God. But this is the problem.

When my parents took Bulldog to the small vet I had been taking my other dogs to, he said it wasn't Parvo. With this puppy getting it, it means that damn qauck lied to us. Bulldog had Parvo, and that quack knew it! And the biggest kicker is still this. Bulldog got sick the day I took him to that vet for his first set of shots. He got sick that very night! That means there's a good chance that Bulldog had gotten it at that office!

The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: Superman and Batman soundtrack
  • Reading: Batman R.I.P.
  • Watching: Space Cowboys
  • Playing: Lego Batman
  • Eating: Seasoned Fries
  • Drinking: Chocolate Milk

It still hurts

Fri May 29, 2009, 9:03 PM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

It's been two weeks since my puppy died, and I'm still here. I'm not over him yet. In fact, some days it feels like I'm getting worse. Everywhere I look, I see something that had to do with Bulldog. He used to sleep under the computer desk, or I still see the spot where he an his sisters were born in the garage. I miss him so much. It feels like a part of my heart has caved in, and I can't do anything to re-expand it. I've been crying almost eveytime I think about him. It feels like I lost a child, not a pet.

The worst feeling is that he trusted me. He had known me since the day he was born, and he trusted me. I took him to the vet to make sure he would stay healthy, and it killed him. How do you live with that horrible feeling? I feel like that not only did I let him down, but I betrayed him. All I did was love him and want him to live a long healthy life. Instead, that ended up killing him. It actually hurts. Like someone is stabbing me with a knife and trying to dig it in deeper. I want my puppy back.

The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: Meat Loaf: We Should Have Been Home By Now
  • Reading: The Return of Superman
  • Watching: Hancock
  • Playing: Lego Batman
  • Eating: Fritos and chocolate chips
  • Drinking: Coke

Why?

Wed May 13, 2009, 10:43 AM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

I believe in God, and I worship him. I also respect him. But at times like these, I hate him!

Fourteen weeks ago, my dog Gizmo had a litter of four puppies that were fathered by my Basset Hound Duke. They were all mut's, but I loved them. Three females and one male. I found homes for all the girls, and my parents and I kept the male. We named him bulldog, who was energetic, playful, and sometimes mean. A helthy puppy. Thursday of last week, I took him to his first vet visit and got his standard puppy shots. The next day, he became sick and went downhill. My parents took him back to the vet yesterday while I was at work, and he was given an anti-biotic shot and we were supposed to give him Pedialite and give him two seperate anti-biotic pills twice a day.

My puppy, my baby, Bulldog, died early this morning. I don't care what anyone says, he was my baby. I don't have kids and I may never have kids, but he was the closest I had to a child. I can't stop crying, it feels like part of my heart caved in, and it hurts to think or write about him. And I don't know how this pain is ever going to go away. And I hate God so much for taking him away from me. I begged him. For two days I cried, and I begged my heart out to God to not let my puppy die. And he let him die anyway. I'm so mad, it feels like I've got liquid heat running through my veins. I want my puppy back!

The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: Queen: Who Wants to Live Forever?
  • Reading: WATCHMEN
  • Watching: WATCHMEN Motion Comic Book
  • Playing: GUN
  • Eating: Chinese Food
  • Drinking: Juice and Tea

Life goes on

Sat Mar 21, 2009, 10:14 PM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, like it says. Life keeps moving onward. First and foremost, I wish luck to Jason Zaratan Jones and his father. His fathjer was supposed to go through surgery, and here's hoping all goes well. Everyone you know on Deviant Art and FanFiction.net wishes you and you're family luck. And we're always here for you, man.

Secondly, I'm starting to get a little drained. If anyone on here knows, I'm an author on FanFiction.net and I've been writting the sequel to my story INVINCIBLE. It's got a whole lot of angst in it, and its starting to wear me down a little. But everyone wants to know more and more, and I keep trying to find ways to kick it up a notch before I end the story. So here's hoping I can give something good.

The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: BATMAN: Mask of the Phantasm Soundtrack
  • Reading: WATCHMEN
  • Watching: Twilight
  • Playing: Bully
  • Eating: Taco Bell
  • Drinking: Soda and Juice

Adjusting to 2009

Sun Feb 1, 2009, 8:26 AM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, I'm trying to tacle several projects while also dealing with my pain in the ass job. The play I was supposed to be in is still canceled. Not to mention I'm doing several peices of art for my coworkers as well. The only comofrt for me right now is that 1. My audio comedy for Pendant Productions is going good. Part 1 was released last month and part 2 is in production. and 2. I'm eagerly awaiting the Fannie Awards in the Kim Possible section of FanFiction.net. Here's hoping everything is as crazy as it's always been.

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The whole world is weird and I'M NUTS!
  • Listening to: Superman Soundtrack
  • Reading: The Return of Superman
  • Watching: Journey to the Center of the Earth
  • Eating: Chocolate Chip cookies
  • Drinking: Lots of water

Headache

Fri Dec 26, 2008, 7:42 PM
From the mind of a dorky weirdo

Well, Christmas time is over and its time to clean up and get sick from eating leftovers. I hope everyone had a nice christmas. I got some things I wanted and some things I wasn't expecting. Now I have to go back to work and deal with everyone gettting drunk on New Years.

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  • Listening to: Pendant Productions: Seminar episode #19
  • Reading: Watchmen
  • Watching: Little Shop of Horrors
  • Eating: Home made Mezican Food
  • Drinking: Lots of water
It's Snowing and staying on the ground! I live in Texas, and it's rare when this happens!! THERE IS A SANTA CLAUSE!!!!!! I haven't seenanything like this since I was in first grade!!!!! YAY FOR WHITE CHRISTMAS!!!!!
  • Listening to: Superman The Movie Soundtrack
  • Reading: Fan Fiction
  • Watching: The Dark Knight
  • Eating: Cookies
  • Drinking: Hot Chocolate
I just found out some bad news today. YEsterday, a friend I made in college was killed in a car accident. It turns out her husband was an alcoholic and he got behind the wheel of their car while he was drunk, and plowed the car into a pole. She died before the paramedics could get there. So for a while, I'm not doing anything or submitting any more peices of art until I found out about the funeral and everything else. And AlterEgo, I'm sorry it's taken so long with your drawing. But it's been inked in, and I'm coloring it now. But you'll just have to wait a bit longer.

FAH3

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  • Listening to: Meat Loaf
  • Reading: Fan Fiction
  • Watching: The Meteor Man
  • Playing: Call of Duty 2
  • Drinking: water