A fellow blogger of mine, whom I follow and who follows me , over at Lily Wight The Arcade of Arts, tagged me and few others to answer some questions. I guess am it. These questions below were presented to me to answer as I see fit…perhaps you will get to know me a little better afterwards:
Q. Have you ever been obsoleted from your job and how did you feel about it?
I will say no. I have struggled and crawled my way into my position at my job and they can’t live with out me. Now, they come to the almighty Philip and wait on my every word. (Sure they do)
I loved the Electronic Based Board Game Dark Tower and I miss it till this day because mine broke awhile back and they no longer sell it anymore. It was the coolest board game hands down…it was way ahead of its time and still is for a board game…Monopoly has nothing on it. Pah! I spit on your grave Monopoly.
Q. When you look at the stars, what do you see?
I see a beautiful mystery & potential adventure . So much potential if we only play our cards right as a planet.
Q. When you look at the ocean, what does it remind you of?
Lost stories of civilizations come and gone along with a hidden world as vast as space.
Q. How do you overcome writer’s block?
Well, first I call it less a writer’s block and more a writer’s quicksand. Sometimes, I stop what I’m trying to write and stretch my brain on something else, like poetry, or I’ll blog, or a really good movie. Basically, I shift gears to something else for a bit then shift over to what got me stuck in the muck in the first place. Usually, that helps me drive through it till I hit the next bog in the road again.
Q. If you could say 3 encouraging things to another person, what would they be?
That it’s never too late. That doing something starts with actually trying to do it, and that if you make a mistake don’t beat yourself up over it, learn from it and move on.
I used to be all over the board, but I find I do like to write my poetry on paper first and refine it later on the computer. I will tend to scribble a few memo like notes of story ideas in a notebook and then take that to the computer to start the full blown story.
Q. Do you like writing in one genre or more?
I like to mainly write urban fantasy with a slightly dark aspect to it. I like to take a miserable character and bring the best out of them in that setting. I can apply that same theme through horror, or science fiction stories which I like to write as well sometimes.
Q. As a writer, do you think actions speak louder than words?
I think its a combination of both juxtaposed in a nice balancing act that brings out the best in your story and characters.
Q. What is your favorite quote and why?
Heard this from a friend who quoted Henry David Thoreau – “the mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation” – I found that line comforting in regards to my struggles with my writing and in my life.
I remember moving into our new house and there were curtains hanging over the front living room window when we walked in. My mom opened them up to let in more light into the room and two bats came flying out…it scared the shit out of my mom…but I thought it was the coolest thing…I was about three or four.
Again Comments are most Welcome…I would like to know a little more about my followers…(or passer-byes)
To all the “cougars” out there, shame on you for not calling yourselves “Thundercats” shame on you.
Credit to sammy morris
@themorris23 from twitter
September 26, 1964 – September 4, 1967 That was the time span when Gilligan’s Island first aired in monchromatic Black and White Film all the way to when it finally ended 98 episodes later in full on color for the last two years of its run on television…
Now I wasn’t around back then when the final episodes aired but I might have been percolating down the line in a few years later between the eyes of my mother and father….(enough with thaat thank you…)
I only saw this program in reruns much like a lot of shows around the time as I was growing up as a youngin’.
What got me about this show…and believe me I noticed, was it’s overt sexualism. I don’t think there was an episode where there was not flirting going on.
I only bring this up is because often in the past I had been accused by my wife of flirting too much with the opposite sex….at first I denied it saying you must be crazy…I’m not a flirt…I’m just friendly…and a sensitive guy. (which I am btw…and sincere)
Then as I got older I came to be more self aware of how I act with the opposite sex. And she was right, I am very flirtatious…but where did this fliratiousness come from? How did it originate…was it something innate in my DNA makeup…was I born this way?
I analyzed my childhood growing up, thinking back to my very first kiss… to you know….you knoooow…. the deed we all (well almost all) as teenagers eventually get to experience… its sex …okay I said it sex…you happy? Anyways moving on…
I think I have, we shall say, always had an appreciation for the opposite sex from the time my brain kicked on and I started thinking for myself (ya know the stage where you can feed and go to the bathroom without any assistance…some guys my age now still need assistance there)
I found myself rememembering back to when I was about three years old in daycare liking that little girl with the big brown eyes and the short bob haircut who had a pretty smile. I remember smiling whenever she smiled…I recognized her prettiness when I was three! I just had to be around her…snack time, doing a puzzle, arts & craft…, just in case she looked my way…I was there to smile back.
Then came the neighbor girls when I was about six or seven, they would play these silly games of you can’t catch me….well I was a fast runner and I usually did…one time or two I was rewarded with a kiss behind the garage.
The thing is, I wasn’t a flirt just yet. I never made any overtures of charming platitudes thrown their way to illicit a response or gave them one of my cookies from my lunch. It wasn’t until probably in fifth or sixth grade that I felt that there was something about these things called girls…hmmm they were so different than guys who were friends…they had these big eyes, glorious smiles, and now they started to smell good…and something was growing on them…what were those bumps all about in the front on her chest…(yes my mom had them but you do not go there as a kid)
What was this wonderous creature …called girl?
Well Gilligan’s Island pointed me in a certain direction of how to attain such beauties. As I grew older watching this show with all it’s sexual inneuedo and inferences to things best not thought on as a little kid I grew to hate Gilligan himself in certain ways…
Here were these two obviously beautiful women who constantly put him in these compromising positions, fueling his inner fires and he fought against it or was completely blind to it.
It frustrated the hell out of me!
Here you are Gilligan, you Lucky Bastard, on this deserted island where you are the youngest of four men trapped for god knows how long and you never, if you will excuse my language, tapped that ass? I thought at the tender age of probably twelve that it was his male imperative to do so..and he failed.
From then after that realization, my psyche I’m thinking, promised itself not to be such a dumb ass.
So I’m a flirt and it’s all Gilligans fault…:)
I have to thank fellow blogger over at LilyWight.com for spotlighting these beautiful what-if Fan Posters for the upcoming Star Wars Movie in the near Future. They’re Awesome!
I personally love the Millenium Falcon buried in the sand…..I would love to be part of the writers writing the plot for next three movies..OMG…I can see it now…
Two cloaked figures approach through the sand dunes to the decaying and dilapidated ship half buried deep in the drifts…
”Here is where we will find what we have long sought” says one of the figures garbed all in gray.
“Fate, you think, that the sands have shifted to reveal the prize so long sought after all these years by so many?” says the other also cloaked in gray but with bands of black running throughout.
“Perhaps, but Fate is a dour thing left to deeper men than me to sort out. Wouldn’t you agree son.?”
The man turned to him as he asked the question. ” Yes father and I hate to think what mother would do if she found us here.” he grinned to his father as he slogged up the last hill of sand to the broken dark open maw into the ship.
“I imagine her words wouldn’t be pretty, she never did like to mince words..you leave Leia to me…this old scoundrel is still pretty full of charm yet” Han said smiling under a full white beard as he leaned on his son for support as they slowly made their way deeper into the bowels of his old ship….