| Writer's Block: Pickup Artist |
[Nov. 14th, 2007|12:54 pm] |
"You must be a Pokemon. Cuz I just wanna Pikachu." (peek-at-you)
Sadly...it works at anime conventions. |
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| Set your DVRs to retard. |
[Nov. 7th, 2007|11:35 pm] |
So TV writers are going on strike. A lot of them. And frankly, I'm on thier side. They've been getting shafted on DVD rights as well as all the stuff that's been repurposed for things like cell phones and iPods. They produced that material and they deserve thier slice of the pie.
Now if this doesn't get resolved quickly, there's a big problem. While it's true there is enough material made to get through the end of the year...there is a solution networks are coming up with that will make the few TV viewers with brains left want to shot themselves. The solution: more reality shows.
God help us.
I'm not a fan of reality shows. I can't even stomach watching them out of morbid curiosity. Which is what a lot of folk CLAIM they're doing. But even that is supporting shows that are making the population grow rapidly retarded.
Everytime I skim past VH1 whilst channel surfing on a lazy Sunday afternoon I die a little inside.
It's either every fucking episode of "I Love the 80's" or 70's or 90's. Or a "Flava of Love" marathon. (The girls should win a lifetime supply of Scope for participating. Lord knows they'll need it.)
And frankly...I hate these "I Love the..." shows. I, like most of my generation, have lost some of the better parts of an afternoon or two to this mind-numbing shit. I do enjoy some of the nostaglia. I mean...yes...I remember Rainbow Bright. Hey the Slinky commerical! "It walks down stairs...a lone or in pairs..."
But what I can't stand is the group of b and c-list celebrities and media gad-flies they get to "share thier thoughts." 9 times out of 10 it's some childish sexual innuendo too. "Pour some sugar on me!" Then some fat black lady (who I think was on Mad TV) is all "You know where he's talking about pouring sugar on, don't you?" *points down* *laughs inanely*. and I can only wonder how many of these "celebreties" made that SAME joke. And how exactly they went about picking whose they used. Do they base it on who delivered the "joke" "best"? Or do they just draw it out of a fucking hat?
And they're sooo fucking forumalic. "Okay...it's been 5:30 minutes exactly since we made a gay joke about the one guy from the comedy troupe 'Stella'. Make another one!" 20:45Guy from Grounded for Life (and Blade), laugh at your own joke. And....Go! 35:45, we need another dry comment from Mo Rocca.....now!!
5-10 years from now they'll come out with "I Love the Double-Aughts!" Course all they'll have to talk about is watching I Love the 80's (70's, 90's...). "Hey, remember that time we sat around and remembered stuff?" They'll say.
And we'll be all "Ooooooh! I remember that!" |
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| Writing again! |
[Nov. 7th, 2007|11:07 pm] |
So. I've finally started to write again. I've had an idea kicking around in my head sometime for a noir style story set amid the hardcore punk scene of the early 1980s. But exactly what I wanted to do with that idea alluded me.
But after several viewings of the documentry "American Hardcore" and endless hours listening to the following bands: Bad Brains, Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Minutemen, Minor Threat, Dead Kennedys and Descendants (just to name a few) I've come up with a premise. Or the begining signs of one.
The setting is in what you might call an alternate-Regan era. 1983-1984ish. But it'll be overexaggerated to the point of otherwordly. The as of yet unnamed central character is witnessing the social classes divide even further under Reaganomics. The lower class poisions itself on the crack that flows into the community suspiciously unrestricted. While the young urban professionals live a hedonistic excess that would make Caligula blush. Y'know...the 1980's. Somewhere someone sells a rival out to a rival gang, a loved one is caught in the crossfire and...well...
I don't want to give way my ideas, but suffice it to say it'll be pretty satiric. It'll involve drugs, some violence, possibly a bit of sex, a tragic mistake or 2 and maybe some redemption. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2007|12:25 pm] |
Today I saw a girl standing in line at the Dahl's grocery store. She had on those big Jackie O style sunglasses. She was wearing a t-shirt that proclaimed "Future Celebrity" and was talking on a pink Razor (to whom I can only assume was her BFF Jill, OMG!)
I cringed a little bit as I thought how girls like that are a dime a dozen. And I thought 80's culture was self serving. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2007|06:52 pm] |
Music player on random...yadda yadda..
1. How does the world see me?: Planting Seeds - Dredg (Well...I do like to create...)
2. Will I have a happy life?: Already Too Late? - Ted Leo and The Pharmacists (My bad timing will be the death of me)
3. What do my friends really think of me?: No Pun Intended - The Hives (Those who me know the pun is ALWAYS intended)
4. Do people secretly lust after me?: Brainville - The Flaming Lips (People ARE turned on by my sexy brain...)
5. How can I make myself happy?: Money - Pink Floyd (It certainly would help...what with the poverty and all...)
6. What should I do with my life?: Entrance of the Elected - Bear vs. Shark (Kyle Decker for President!)
7. Will I ever have children?: Your Neck - Alkaline Trio (...what? Is THAT what this growth is?)
8. What is some good advice for me?: Valentine - Old 97's (Come again..)
9. How will I be remembered?: Question - Old 97's (What?)
10. What is my signature dancing song?: Everything's Cool - Pop Will Eat Itself (More of a song for trashing than dancing...)
11. What do I think my current theme song is?: Buddy Holly - Weezer (No I don't...)
12. What does everyone else think my current theme song is?: Awkward Last Words - Armor for Sleep (More appropriate for #13, don't you think?)
13. What song will play at my funeral?: H.R. Pufnstuff - The Murmurs (That's something to think about.)
15. What is my day going to be like?: Nice & Blue - mewithoutYou (Cool.)
16. Will I ever have love again?: Niteclub - Old 97's (Is that where I'll meet her?)
17. What am I most likely to lose friends for?: Wish the Worst - Old 97's (As in pessimism?)
18. What type of men/women like me?: Repulsion - Dinosaur Jr. (Eww.. :( )
19. What song reminds people of me?: The Narcotic Suite: Skylined - The Prodigy (I'm willing to bet few people even really know this song...)
20. What does my best friend think of me?: Soundtrack to a Killing Spree - Dropkick Murphys (Okay. But I'm using a blade. Too many innocent people get caught in crossfire.)
21. Will my life be more successes or failures?: Quarantined - At The Drive-In (...shit.)
22. What are my friends like?: Too Many Puppies - Primus (Aww...cute!)
23. What is something that will be very important later in life?: Silver - The Pixies (Duly noted)
24. How will I get revenge on those who hurt me?: Voodoo Lady - Ween (This is the best answer of the lot.)
25. What's one thing I will have soon?: The Simple Truth - Tsunami Bomb (Good to know...) |
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| A total eclipse of the... |
[Aug. 29th, 2007|01:17 am] |
So last night...early Tuesday morning...whichever. There was a lunar eclipse. I twas really cool to watch. I couldn't sleep anyway.
Now, I've been venting a lot the past couple of days it's true. When we get bad news, we feel bad. We vent. We feel a bit better.
But watching the shadow of the Earth become cast on the moon entirely is a true reminder...the wheel keeps on spinnin'.
While standing in the middle of a large patch of grass blaring trippy music watching this natural event made me realize that I'm not the type of person to let something own me. I've forgotten that about myself lately. For an amount of time I'm embarrassed about.
Margot deserves to be mourned. And even though cancer took her from us. Cancer does not deserve to own me in the way it has. It's taken me almost a year and a half to reach the final stage of grief. But I can finally say I'm there.
I'm not saying that I think these things happen for a reason. I don't think they do. These things just...happen. There's no reason for them. There's nothing I can do now, or could've done before.
I can't curse life. I can't blame God/Allah/YHWH (or what have you). There's simply no reason or logic behind it. And finding peace with what happened, comes from just accepting that.
Or something. |
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| Hey, Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand? |
[Aug. 28th, 2007|11:13 pm] |
I feel the need to shine some light on injustice today. Mostly I've just been venting about the absurdity of the world around me. And essentially just blowing off steam. One of the many uses of writing. As opposed to just saying what comes to mind, no editing as cynical as the passing thought maybe. Today...I need to let out a bit of Truth. Truth is a fragile thing. And I know some people who throw the word around a little too much, frankly. But the fact is a recent news story has been portrayed with immense bias by this white-bread little city and I for one can't sit back on this one.
Perhaps some of you heard the story this weekend about Christopher Byrd. A 23 year old man of African decent who was shot to death by an undercover police officer outside of Hopper's on the Northeast side of Des Moines. This happened late Sunday/Early Monday August 26 2007. The story, as it was told in the Des Moines Register (http://desmoinesregister.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070826/NEWS/70826002/-1/archive) says that Byrd shot 3 people outside of Hooper's (none where killed) after getting into an altercation in the bar. The article does state that "2 of the people where not his intended target." The paper also stated that it was unknown who was his intended target and it's unknown if the bar fight had anything to do with the shooting.
As it turns out, one of my co-workers is Christopher Byrd's cousin. A detail left out of the paper is that the man Byrd intended to shoot had molested Byrd's 6 year old son. The paper has been making it sound like "another menace to society had been put down for good." But the TRUTH of the matter is that Byrd was just being a father. Hell, in that situation I would've tried to kill the guy too. It could've been ANY one of us in that situation. Do I think the officer did the right thing? Yes. What else could he have done? The injustice comes from the way the story is being told to us.
This stray-fire shit happens all the time. And it's tragic. Hardly a day would go by in Chicago without that happening. One of the biggest problems I have with guns is that most people can't aim for shit. I think the world would be a better place if we'd just stab each other instead.
Ever hear of a samurai catching people in the crossfire?
When I have kids if anyone EVER molests them...I wouldn't shot him. I get right up next to him. Stick the blade in and twist. Make sure he FEELS it.
Some will read that and say. "You shouldn't talk like that. Wrath is one of the seven deadly sins."
Damn right it is. But you do NOT ever FUCK WITH the people I love. And you NEVER molest children. EVER!
Irish diplomacy is telling a man to go to Hell in a manner that makes him look forward to making the trip.
So just remember kids. Don't shot a man in the street. Stab him in the gut. |
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| Can't sleep...clown'll eat me... |
[Aug. 28th, 2007|03:36 am] |
| [ | feelin' kinda' |
| |  sleep deprived | ] |
Life is a cruel, mean spirited joke told by a third rate comedian who is taking way to long to get to the punchline.
Maybe I'm saying this because I can't seem to sleep these days. Maybe I'm saying it because I'm single and starting to feel lonely again. Maybe I'm saying it because I'm broke. But most likely I'm saying it because I found out that my uncle DIDN'T get into the drug trial after all. He's chosen to stop chemo and radiation since they are painful and not really helping.....and all I can say is JESUS! He and his family have been through enough! I'VE been through enough! This is the man who helped pull out my first loose tooth! The home my family has Thanksgiving at! The place where we have Easter!
I was finally starting to be at peace with Margot's death and now...more fucking goddamn piece of shit cancer. First Margot, then my Aunt Margaret, and now Good Ol' Uncle Mark. One of the healthiest livers I know. He has cancer and his options are running out already. This has been a fucked up year and a half. It seems that all life is is suffering. Or watching people you love suffer. Which in and of itself is a form of suffering.
I'm just a lonely, broke writer. A walking cliche. My financial and intimacy problems pale next to all the illness I've seen. They pale next to the fact that people have been killing each other for who-the-hell-cares-how-long over religious differences, which when you boil down to it is just potato/pa-ta-toe shit.
It just pisses me off that basically the best news that I've gotten in the last year and 4 months is "Oh, by the way, Mr. Decker...it's NOT a tumor." The thing they thought was a neurofibroma (begin tumor) in my stomach was actually just scar tissue. That was last summer. It is actually very good news. But only came after...y'know...a year and a half of thinking I had a begin tumor in my stomach.
But where's the GOOD NEWS? Where's the "Kace, this is your mom. We won the lottery!" or "Hey, son! I got a huge promotion at work. We can afford to pay off those student loans!" or "Yes, Mr. Decker we need a writer for our edgy new animated comedy series. Our offices are in San Diego."
Hell, all this would be a lot easier to take if I still had someone lying in my arms, looking me in the eye and saying that I'm a good person, a strong person. Nothing like kind words and snuggling to get you through those trying times. And anyone can say that stuff. Trouble is I've met very few women who really made me believe it.
I'd pray. You know...to God. To watch over my loved ones. But, frankly...I'm not impressed with the job he's done lately. Truth be told I don't even believe that IS his job.
On that note, I'ma go outside and watch this eclipse thing. |
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| ...Too soon? |
[Aug. 27th, 2007|02:57 pm] |
Bruce: Y'know back in 1993 I couldv'e gone to Lollapoolza. Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins...But I blew it off.
Kyle: So did Kurt.
Bruce: ...Damn, man... |
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| "A little venom from your boy." |
[Aug. 23rd, 2007|02:07 am] |
| [ | feelin' kinda' |
| |  sardonic | ] |
| [ | jammin' to |
| | Rocket Man - My Morning Jacket | ] |
I've pretty much abandoned the idea that there is any logic, rhyme or reason in this or any other world floating in this absurd fucking universe of ours.
There's Occum's Razor. "The simplest explanation is usually the right one." Or..
Murphy's Law, "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong." Which seems true from time to time.
I've heard it said that "There's a reason for everything." Yeah...um...no. I abandoned that one after my friend suffered and was in constant pain on and off for nigh on half a decade before dying at the age of 21.
Admittedly I haven't quite been the same since. Feeling some bastardized combination of anger, depression, loneliness and misanthropy.
It's said that when it rains it pours. But I find this is often due to chain reactions. I become an angry, depressed, overly needy narcissist after the death of my friend, and as a result ruin the best relationship I've had with another human being.
I know what you're thinking...you clever little fucks. You're thinking, "Hey that's logic. I thought you were claiming to be an absurdist!" An I am. So if I am an absurdist, the most absurd thing for me to do is to think about reasons for things. Which is a logical process. And therefore a paradox. Thus...absurd.
One thing that always got me was that during hard times in our lives someone steps in and tries to tell you, "It's okay. It's all part of God's plan."
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a loving enough person that I can appreciate the INTENTION behind this little jewel. But honestly. It doesn't help. Has never helped. Nor will it ever help. My friend suffered, she died, and I'm lying awake nights. Breaking down whenever I'm alone, and sometimes when I'm not. Cursing to the sky and asking how can I believe in a God that ALLOWS this to happen. And someone, well meaning though they may be, and tells me that not only did he allow it but HE MASTERMINDED THE WHOLE FUCKING THING!?! I mean REALLY! Good intentions aside I wish some people would put more thought into that one. They mean well...they do. I know that. And I thank them for what they try to do. They care, and it helps to know that. But on the faith issue, it's highly counter-productive,
I've got a few accomplishments under my belt. I don't think I haven't done anything with my life. I finished college. Less than half of this below average, hubris filled country of ours can say that. I saved a counter-cultural magazine. I showed my leadership and strength on that one. Best of all a girl I really care about looked me in the eye and said "I wouldn't have made it through this year without you."
But now I find myself tired a lot. Not so much lazy, as I am uninspired. I went to college for my art, and now am working at a bar and grill. But that isn't even the problem. The problem is that the only thing I've written in months with any substance is this venom spitting blog entry. |
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| A true story. |
[Aug. 3rd, 2007|11:44 pm] |
Kyle walked into the bathroom and noticed his body shaver was not where he had left it.
"Uh oh..." he thought.
Later that night:
Kyle's room mate enters room.
Kyle: Hey...uh...man. You haven't been using my razor to shave you face have you...?
RM: I have. Sorry, but the power ran out on mine and I don't have a charger for it.
Kyle: ...oh...uh....cuz I use that to shave my ball hair....and my ass...
RM: ..............good to know......better get a charger.... |
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| More roomate antics. |
[Mar. 6th, 2007|10:56 pm] |
Kyle: See, Margi. I'm wearing pants. Happy now?
Margi: That's great. Now put on a shirt.
Kyle: Don't try to change me, woman! |
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| Kyle and Amanda on advanced directives. |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|01:05 am] |
| [ | feelin' kinda' |
| |  sick | ] |
Today my friend Amanda gave me a ride to the doctor, as I was to ill to drive. While sitting alone in the exam room the only literature I had was a stack of brochures entitled "The Gift of Peace of Mind: For you. For your Family." The first thing that came to my head was the "So You're Going To Die..." pamphlet from The Simpsons. Anyway it was on advanced directives (stating your wishes of medical ahead of time should you be unable to tell anybody at the time). How to, where to file, the laws regarding and the actual forms.
On the way to the car:
K- Look at this. The Gift of Peace of Mind.
A- For you.....for your family....
K- Amanda. Would you be my agent?
A- I need one too.
K- I'll be your agent if you be my agent. I mean, I trust you.
A- Doctors! Pull the Plug! "But he's not on life support." Don't care. Just make it happen!
Just kinda...warms your heart don't it? |
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| 10 Imperfections |
[Jan. 17th, 2007|10:00 pm] |
| [ | jammin' to |
| | The Hold Steady | ] |
1. Why am I never on the same page as other people?
2. Why do I just never know when to give up?
3. Why am I always the guy who gets overlooked?
4. Why do I always have to make myself an outsider?
5. Why can I never stay on an exercise schedule?
6. Why do I always hit "snooze" multiple times?
7. Why do I overcompensate for my insecurities in relationships?
8. What is it about buffalo wings that makes me alsways order the hottest sauce the place has and finishing it all dispite the delicious delicious pain?
9. How come Clone High didn't last on TV, when it was the most insanely clever and intellegnet cartoon to date?
10. How come the ring I sent Liv Tyler came back "return to sender?"
I took this idea from Amanda. Since I answered her questions I figured I should post my own so she (and anyone else) can feel free to answer them. |
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| meme of sorts. taken from kai. |
[Jan. 8th, 2007|12:16 pm] |
Songs by alphabet. You can only use an artist once.
#: 4dix - Lifter Puller
A: Access Babylon - Probot
B: Back From The Grave - Nekromantix
C: Carbon Monoxcie - Cake
D: Dark Eyes - Devotchka
E: Enfilade - At The Drive-In
F: Fiesta - The Pogues
G: Girl, You Got No Faith In Medicine- White Stripes
H: Horn Of Jericho - Meat Beat Manifesto
I: I Fell Asleep On My Arm - The Aquabats!
J: Januray 1979- mewithoutYou
K: King Of The World- Old 97's
L: La Cerca - Sparta
M: Mark III - Biggums MacArthur
N: Nantucket Girls Song - The Tossers
O: Once Upon The Blissful Sea of Awareness - Shpongle
P: Phone Call - The Faint
Q: Question - Rhett Miller
R: R.S.V.P. - Pop Will Eat Itself
S: Siamese Cats - Lodger
T: To Defy The Laws Of Tradition - Primus
U: Untitled 9 A - Sigur Ros
V: Voodoo People - The Prodigy
W: We Are the Few - Streetlight Manifesto
X: Xtal -Aphex Twin
Y: You're A Woman, I'm A Machine- Death From Above 1979
Z: Zoloft - Ween |
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| Best of 2006! (That I Know Of) |
[Jan. 3rd, 2007|06:19 pm] |
Albums:
1. Boys and Girls in America - The Hold Steady
2. ...Is A Real Boy - Say Anything
3. Brother, Sister - mewithoutYou
4. In Bocca Al Lupo - Murder By Death
5. Keasby Nights - Streetlight Manifesto (a redo of the Catch-22 album)
Movies:
1. Borat: Cultural Learnings of America For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakstan
2. Thank You For Smoking
3. A Scanner Darkly
4. Little Miss Sunshine
5. Children of Men
(Truth Be told I didn't see much this year) |
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| Statement of Principles |
[Dec. 5th, 2006|09:30 pm] |
I believe that most of the world's evils come from taking things too seriously.
And that all the other evils come from being overly indifferent.
I believe Coke-A-Cola tastes far superior out of a glass bottle.
I like it when fat people walk into where I work and order a large.
I believe love is an emotion owned and commidfied by Hollywood and greeting card companies.
But I still beleive that love exists.
That the key difference between people who are meant to be and aren't meant to be is the ones who are meant to be care enough about each other to work through the bullshit they will inevitably put each other through.
I believe Fallout Boy and Panic! At The Disco are actually the same band and amoung other bands are recorded by a syndicate like the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys novels.
I beleive that gangsta rap is a creation of old white men in order to glorify negative stereotypes amoung the young black community in order to justify keeping them down.
I believe there should be a penalty for hitting people with a bullshit law suit.
That there should be a law outlawing the consumer Hummers, as well as any oversized SUV.
I believe gas station coffee is some of the best coffee there is.
I think Mars Volta is superior to Sparta, but I would have perffered that At The Drive-In stick together.
Christians should emphasize the message over the messanger.
And that religion should be about treating people with equal human dignity.
I think it's bullshit a Tommy Hilfiger CEO makes 2000 an hour while the seatshop workers are lucky to make a dollar.
I believe all things are interconnected.
I believe in the soul.
And that not getting what you want right away makes it ohhh so much sweeter when you do. |
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| Moving with a purpose |
[Dec. 4th, 2006|02:30 am] |
The other day I was walking home from Mars Cafe and I saw this small dog crossing University Ave. It crossed at the cross walk and troted down 24th street. Usually when I see a random dog they are wandering. They are easily distracted. Smelling this, sniff that. But not this dog. This dog clearly knew where it was going and it wasn't slowing down.
"That's odd," I thought. "I've never seen a dog move with that much of a purpose before."
I decided to follow it. I kept my distance and after two blocks I saw it run up to the porch of an empty house with "For Sale" signs on the lawn. |
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| Food for Thought |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|01:27 am] |
A person from India living in American is an Indian-American.
So...if I were to move to India, and get residency there...
would that make me an American-Indian? |
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