Nerdy-Viking

• Creating a 2.5 D modular desert terrain
  • Designing/running a 5 e D&D Dark Sun campaign
    • Develop a temporary stand in for Psionic power for aforementioned D&D campaign
      • Painting a table
        • Collecting sand for flocking miniatures
          • Painting Miniatures
            • Writing some short stories
              • Making inappropriate remarks on the phone to give the Government pause

I seem to be the target of some grand scheme, whether plotted by a government or business agency or some grand divine entity who enjoys seeing me annoyed.

Why are people so fucking stupid?

I normally don't use these journal entries as rant pages but gods damned I need to fucking rant. Between my job working in a shit-house tribal casino, working 6 days a week and dealing on a day to day basis the incessant bullshit that is human drama, I'm amazed I haven't gone postal! Its as if everywhere I go I find these creatures, these pseudo-humans that walk amongst us who are psychologically unstable and utterly horrible creatures in life just seem to flock where I am!

When I ran away from my home in Washington, I did so because of a horrible creature I let into my life and couldn't rid myself of for fear of ending my existence or worse. I spent over a year fighting to find a job to get back on my feet, and when I do, its in the same shit hole my family members work at where they have NOTHING good to say on about the place or the people therein. My supervisor is an egotistical ass who thinks he knows everything and takes advantage of others, one of my co-workers I swear is bi-polar, 90% of the idiots that work in that casino are illiterate morons whose lives revolve around this tiny middle of nowhere casino who wouldn't know a bit of the outside world if it came and bit them square on the ass, and one my new neighbors is this alcoholic who blasts his music from his car at every turn who I can't tell if he's dangerous or just a drunk dumbass.

Everywhere I turn I'm surrounded by these cunts! Why!?

I know I've made bad choices and may have made contact with things I shouldn't, hell I know I have, but does that merit I have to endure more of this asinine idiocy, this vacuous pit of junkies, burn outs and people who life turned into near blathering fools?

What's worse is I'm empathic! I pick up on human emotions like a gods damned sponge and it affects me in the worst way! Tonight I had to go talk this neighbor dude down because he was blasting music too loud and my grandmother nicely asked him to turn it down. In his state he took it as insult and later came to our door making a fuss over it. After that he let his fucking car alarm blare for almost 15 minutes before I finally broke down, went outside and talked the dude down. He literally changed thought processes and personalities in seconds every time he started a new sentence.

Where do these fuckers come from!? Why can't they just, I dunno, go to a tall cliff and fling themselves from it, spare the rest of the world their presence and possibilities of contributing to the gene pool!? I'm so sick of dealing with this, the emotional strain, the feeling of being surrounded by pure trite bullshit!

Is this what life ultimately amounts to? Will there ever be freedom in the living waking world that exempts me from having to endure people like this?

Ages ago in a different time in my life I had an idea for a story with the name "Normal Minded". Every few months the concept changed and would ultimately be put the wayside as basically a ripoff of Clerks plus something random. But recently I've been having these interesting ideas floating in my head about the story and overhauling the whole thing and treating the narrative almost like an internet sitcom with the logic of Scott Pilgrim.

So what is Normal Minded about?

Originally the story would follow a character named Vincent (see a pattern with my writing yet lol?) who lives in the isolated city of Hellensburg where he works at a comic shop and has some wackjob friends including a gothy Satanist, a guy who runs a sex shop who also wears a bag on his head, a Jay and Silent Bob ripoff duo who sell "medical supplies", and a symbiote alien who pretends to be Vincent's shirt.

Granted this idea was created back when I was 16 and wanted to make a comic of it.

My new concept?

Following the daily lives of roommates Vince Alderwood and Russell Smythefield, one who runs a hobby shop the other an internet journalist, as the cope with the various day to day bullshit in their strange town of Hellendale and the cast of characters that inhabit it. Living with them is Russell's cousin from Norway Jorgen, a Black Metalist who doesn't speak English, drinks whiskey like it was water, and has the power to send people flying with a shout.

Among the other denizens of Hellendale are Chad Cummings, a doped out has been who spends his days aimlessly wandering town spouting nonsense and dodging police detection; Raymond Dell and Todd Sylance, two cannabis farmers who have begun growing their crops on an abandoned burial ground; Annabel Edgars who is secretly in love with Vince but too afraid to reveal her feelings; Hal Dillon, a competitive gardener from Russia with a past; Vladamir Czern, an eastern European drifter who lives in a shanty outside of town; Jim Douglas, a convicted felon who makes illegal bareback porno in his garage who moonlights as a Baptist minister; Melissa Goeing, a chubby bartender who writes erotic literature and has eyes for Jorgen; Mr. John Sid Nee, a comic book artist who believes there is a demon living in his basement; and Big Fat Kyle, a social outcast who makes unknowingly repugnant to everyone around him.

These aren't all of the characters but the main ones, and each story plays out much like an episode of certain cartoons or anime where there may be a cohesive narrative events happen at random day to day (think Adventure Time or Invader Zim). All of the events have a soundtrack (i.e the music I was listening to that would be appropriate to what's going on an be the tone of each "episode") and the logic of the world, while grounded in reality, tends to askew into the realms of surrealism and internet-esk antics inspired by video games, pop culture, books, etc.

only in the preliminary stages of fleshing this beast out, will post here some samples but ultimately will keep the story on the DL until its almost done. 

So my last few months have been interesting to say the least, but here's the rundown. My creepypasta writing kinda went to the sideline primarily because the big project I was working on was becoming convoluted and a rehash of an existing story and felt the need to just stop while I was ahead. Minecraft 1.7.1 came out and that got me sucked back into Minecraftia for awhile and will undoubtedly pull me back once I'm through with a current game, Torchlight 2. I haven't been on my numerous Emulators or Roms lately mainly because I've been waiting to purchase a controller to make things easier since my laptop keyboard has been schizoid since the day I bought it.

But, all that being said, as of November 1st I started my new job working as a warehouse attendant (technically a shipping and receiving warehouse attendant but whatever, ain't nobody got time for dat!) and have been working part time at $10 an hour, which is fairly close to what I was making as a dishwasher a year and a half ago, though the hours I work are about as half. On the upside I don't pay for much where I'm living aside from a 100 bucks a month for my Grandma to help with bills.

So with a paycheck came spending yay!

As of now I have spent nearly all of my first check on tickets to a concert in Vegas in January, varied food items, and Torchlight 2 on Steam (which is running kinda boggy meaning, ugh, need to look into computer upgrades). So what are my plans for the paychecks to come? First, putting aside a few hundred by January for hotel, food, and band merch money for my show because I would hate myself if I didn't get at least one shirt. I'm also going to start making some calls to doctors regarding a certain procedure to help ensure I don't contribute to the gene pool... >_>

Oh and getting a car so I can not only drive again but go out of town to spend time with my girlfriend. Things are good between us before you ask o_O.

So that's about it. Been working, planning, and playing. Haven't really had much inspiration yet in terms of writing or drawing but perhaps that will change in a few months.