That's Pretty Much the Size of It

I'm staring at the downloading bar for the Fat Princess v. 2.00 update, and I realized that I haven't written anything today. Woops.

I just signed up for PlayStation Plus, the upgraded version of PSN. So far, it's pretty sweet. I just wonder if past free and discounted crap will stay that way for PSN Plus users, or if I need to take advantage of the downloads and discounts this month, even if I don't own the games. Example: War Hawk, one of the launch titles for the PS3, has DLC available for free this month, but I don't own the full game.

However, I did get the PS game Rally Cross (free) for Chelsy, some "premium" Fat Princess avatars (free), the Fat Princess DLC (free), and WipEout HD (free). WipEout HD rocks so hard! The graphics are beautiful, and the rocket ships handle far better than any other WipEout I've played to date. I even won some trophies. Go me!

Work was slow today, so I started watching Super News on Hulu.com. That show rocks! I can't believe I've never heard of it. Oh, wait. I live in Utah, where satire is sin.

Chelsy and I bought an elliptical to try to get back into shape. She's hoping to lose 20 pounds, and while I haven't weighed myself to see the damage of the wedding and the binging before and after, I'm thinking I want to get into the 170-180 range. I hate being over 200 pounds! I have fat rolls and boobs! That sucks!

My updates just installed, so I am going to get to gettin'. I know it's way too late to eat after writing about wanting to lose weight, but I am sta-arving!

I would love to find a diet that works for me, a college student with a shifting schedule. For now, it's fruit for breakfast.

A Long Day

Not that I'm complaining, but today was a long day.

My day began very late last night when Chelsy woke me up from being sick. Fortunately, she called in sick, so she was able to get a lot better by tonight. Still, I felt guilty leaving my Shiny-New-Bride at home. Thank god we have cats to take care of her!

At work, I tutored person after person. Again, this isn't a problem; I get paid to do it. It just sucks to work alone for several hours. Laikwan came in at 11 and saved the day, somewhat. He mostly helped the Writing Center, but I was able to call on him while doing an online appointment and staring at a walk-in student.

I've fallen out of love with tutoring. It's very rewarding and all, and I do get a lot of people calling on me to help them with far more than classes. I just don't love it anymore. I'm glad I did this before diving head first into the teaching program, like Shiny-New-Bride did.

When I finished at work, I went over to the radio station to work on the new Future Method spot that should have been done last month. Fortunately, I had already recorded most of the vocals and all of the sounds, but I relied too heavily on my co-workers to get the job done. I've learned my lesson, and by the end of the week, this spot will be finished. It has a Dating Game theme. I know it's not the most original thing in the world, but I'm still learning how to do all this stuff. Give a guy a break, dammit!

I got home and was ready to veg out. Fortunately, Shiny-New-Bride needed a root beer for her stomach, and I got off my ass. I say "Fortunately" because when I got back, I decided to get ready for tomorrow's show (The Late, Late, Late, Late LATE Show! every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday from 7-9am on 88.1 Weber FM and WeberFM.org). I still had to organize the new releases and news for the show, and boy am I glad I got to work on it! If I hadn't, I'd be up all night working on getting everything. It takes longer than you'd think to prepare a half an hour of the news from various news sources. I do not envy journalists.

Well, maybe Fox News journalists, since all they have to do is make up the news. Since most of America is watching them, who is going to call them on their make-believe news stories?

Woah! I'm Married

So Chelsy and I got married June 26, 2010. I've got to say, it was the best party I've ever been to. The alcohol flowed, the food rocked, and the people were kind. I'm trying to talk Chelsy into figuring out what we spent on the wedding and what we got from the guests. Who knows? Weddings may be a very lucrative event!

As a pre-honeymoon, Chelsy and I went to a private cabin at the Alaskan Inn and had a very good time! We watched Bewitched, Julie & Julia, and The Men Who Stare at Goats. The first two were cute, but I really enjoyed The Men Who Stare at Goats. As far as Bewitched goes, it is better than I ever expected.

But on to the sex!

It's all about pleasuring her, and even though Chelsy and I have lived together and have been sexual active for three years, last night, I wanted her to remember why she loves me. It started with her tying me up and going down on me for a minute. Then, she freed me and let me return the favor. As a Pro Tip for men, when giving a woman head, find the clit with your tongue, the wrap your lips around it and suck. Once it's yours, you'll have her blasting again and again. After that, we hopped in the jacuzzi and finished off.

Needless to say, all this great sex made me miss the Late, Late, Late, Late, LATE Show! on KWCR 88.1 Weber FM (Ogden's Radio Station). I caught the podcast by searching "KWCR" on iTunes and Nick did all right. It's clear that this show works best with Jim Powers (me), Dylan Allred, and Nick Smith. Chelsy was good on Friday, and Alex was fine today, but this show works best with the three of us.

A Flash Fiction: "Jeremy Has Become Bored"

Jeremy has become bored. every day, he wakes at 6:47 in the morning, showers, toasts a bagel, and rushes down the street to catch the 7:27 bus at 7:28. On the musty and crowded bus, he desperately tries to find a seat free of snoozing office rats, chattering students, or fetid pariahs hiching a ride to some nameless place for some nameless purpose. Promptly, at 8:13, the bus releases Jeremy to the Starbucks around the corner from his office for caffeine and a false sense of superiority: "I want a tall toffee nut macchiato, no whip, soy!" After sipping his coffee and reading a free City Weekly, he glances at his watch to see that it is 8:53, and he has seven minutes to rush down the street to his office, hop on the elevator, and get into his cubicle.

If he is late, Jeremy is called into his manager's office for a lecture on the importance of every member being on time: "This company is only as strong as its weakest link." Then, the manager assures Jeremy that although he is late, his work quality is still better than most.

However, today he is on time, and at 8:59, Jeremy logs onto his computer for eight hours of repetitive memos, phone calls, copies, meetings, and water cooler breaks. Although repetitive, Jeremy knows that not everything about his day is boring: the water cooler is the one place he looks forward to finding himself, especially when Eliza is there.

Since meeting Eliza, Jeremy has been enraptured with the eccentric, jovial beauty. When she guffaws, because she always and only guffaws, her curly red hair springs across her head, tagging her shoulders and escaping into the air. her topics are always about far-off lands, obscure conventions for any kind of enthusiast imaginable (like the Convention for Environmentally-Minded Firefighters), and philosophical essays found in academic journals for psychology professors. How could anyone not be fascinated by Eliza?

At 1:38, after hours of repetition and boredom, Eliza's guffaw flits into Jeremy's ears. He saves his work and hustles towards the break room. Once near the door, he slows to a trudge and pretends to be uninterested in all around him.

"Hiya, Jer," Eliza calls.

"Hello," he returns.

The other employee grabs his coffee and excuses himself, leaving the two alone (at last).

"What did you read about yesterday, Eliza?" Jeremy inquires.

"Peru!"

"Peru, eh?"

"Yeah! I'm going tomorrow," Eliza's voice drops to a whisper. "Come with me!"

"To Peru? Tomorrow?"

"Yeah! Why not?"

Jeremy ponders, but no excuse appeals to him. "OK!"

At 1:43, Jeremy and Eliza leave the office for good, and the next day at 8:25 in the morning, they watch the ground slip away from them. A week later, Jeremy wakes, stretches, and realizes he has lost his watch. But he doesn't care.

And (coincidentally) at 9:15 in the morning, Jeremy and Eliza marched into the forest to study plants and animals for no other reason than they wanted to.

Elysium Is a Wrap!

Yesterday, we finished regular filming of Elysium, the first Solar Shock Pictures full-length film! As Danny Carlson, I play a man who has allowed himself to fall into binge drinking and druging. On one occasion, he overdoses and finds himself exploring the Elysian Fields. Enjoy this fantastic drama from writer/director/producer Brandon Young.

With any luck, we can get some great music (from Brett Moran, if he's available) and prepare for the premier this December. Also, I'm hoping to lose 20 pounds before this showing. I'm sick of seeing my fat ass on screen, and the only way to respect myself again is to lose a lot of this flubber!

Finally, I'm hoping that I can get some biters for my editing and ghostwriting freelance work. I need to get some real money one of these days, and I'm sick of working for a paranoid and dillusional idiot.

Back in the Swing of Things

School officially started on Monday, the 24th, and I'm ready for an easier semester than what I've been subjecting myself to. I was extremely excited to have low book prices for my classes; then, I discovered that I would have to buy an external/portable harddrive (I got the external because it was $50 cheaper.), some studio headphones, and all sorts of disks. Including the printing of the first draft of Nomad (hit me up if you would like to edit), I spent over $200 on school supplies so far, and I still need to get a backpack and some subject dividers.

I think the lady at Printing Services thinks I have a crush on her! With my printing and buying course packets, I went into her cave four times throughout the day. It will be a long time before she sees me again, but it's pretty hillarious to flirt with people, especially those who would never have a chance with me. I don't do it to be mean; I just like to see men and women come out of their shells after watching them shy away from others. It's cute, fascinating, and (quite frankly) inspiring.

School beginning has not been all good, though. I am fully convinced that Claire is trying to fire me. Our bitter relationship began when I spoke to one of the professors, a former boss of mine. Claire has convinced herself that my old boss wants her job back (despite the fact that becoming a full-time professor is a huge promotion with a much better paygrade than a tutor manager) and believes that I am helping this woman take her job back. From there, Claire began calling me an outsider and started telling other tutors that I am not to be trusted. I've tried to keep my energy through all of this; I started tutoring for the students, not the paycheck. It's becoming harder and harder to keep that love, though. Call me paranoid, but it's pretty easy to believe someone is out to get me when she tells the tutoring staff that homework is not allowed when I am not around and then tells me that homework is fine as long as I greet the students. She's out to get me! Fortunately, her boss has agreed to meet with me to discuss my options. If I truly am at fault for speaking to the professors whose class I tutor, then I will never speak to another English 955 instructor again, but I thought knowing the professors helps me to know how to help the students.

As a bit of good news, I had many takers from my CraigsList.org advertisement for editors. It always amazes me to see and meet people willing to help just because. I can't pay these people, but since they are helping me, I will help them if they need it.

Finding Answers

I'm learning that finding answers as a writer is the hardest aspect of life. I want to know the way to go for getting published, either for my Henry Tuesday short stories or Nomad, but no one will give me a straight answer. I'm almost considering changing my major back to Creative Writing just to get the English professors to give me answers.

I'm tired of being a chump. I hate working for an idiot, and I loathe giving my time and energy to a company only to get pennies for every dollar that the company makes. I just want to get some of my work published to make it easier to get a writing job.