Poodle Taste on a Gerbil Budget

It's been awhile, eh fans? I've been demoted back from reporter to stringer, for the obvious reasons. I did get a poodle, standard red. I needed the company of something tangible other than the invisible, multidimensional love I live with.

No photo will accompany this, as my iPhoto is playing hide & seek w/me, even all backed up on my new hard drive. I was working on a series of photos I took for Onye Onyemachi, a powerful healing facilitator from Nigeria who came to my home for the photo shoot. Some potent fire energy has messed with the electronics, also my phone dropped dead & had to replace that.

I'm not sad or depressed, because I don't investigate and write about the atrocities that attract the interest of the masses. I'm kinda thinking about changing my employment to be one of those that mop up the messes from murders and suicides...you ever wonder who picks the skull fragments out of the walls with brain bits and blood dripping everywhere? I'm reading about that now. Let's maybe test the limits of my strong stomach, God knows, the mind may already be shot, let's test another organ.

When I sold Mary Kay, I went to the local funeral home and interviewed to do the cosmetics on dead people....after all, they may be easier to apply makeup to than those moving live ones. Besides, ever notice how when the family members view the body of their dead loved one, their comment usually is "wow, they sure look good, and peaceful" - no one ever says, they put too much brow pencil on them...nobody looks good lying in a coffin, except maybe a vampire in a glam movie. The modern vampires don't even use coffins anymore, how boring!

So where do I take my writing now? THE CHE DIARIES is already a big success and I am enjoying huge royalty checks and unable to go to Starbucks without getting mobbed and photographed. It's kinda fun though. The sequel to DIARIES is currently being lived and is stronger than ever, with very colorful tales (all true, of course) and makes me rather unemployable for a normal company with a regular paycheck.

DIARIES will soon be a movie, and Johnny DeppJohnny Depp will be my ghost, and Angelina Jolie will be me. Not because we have similar mouths, but because she is the only one that can pull off being me in character.

Hey Smithers....there's no photographs of this, but a mountain lion was circling my cabin from a distance for two nights doing it's big cat's meow. A bear knocked down the fencing that I myself put up as a pen for my poodle, Cheyana to do her business in. Nature is going wild, or just coming closer in it's wildness to my personal space.

Please send me your comments on how you all stay non-attached to the horrific news that is required to secure the interests of your audience, between the political, financial, viral and doom and gloom the media is injecting into our bloodstreams and minds. I simply must return to being silly and fun loving so I may be a bright speck on the planet, because we are all specks smaller than a grain of sand in the big picture, might as well be a bright one. If any one of us comes up with positive stuff to cure a disease or right some atrocities, assassination will visit when you least expect it.

As a total creative sort, am I being truly pessimistic and suffering unnecessarily because the centuries old program that artists must suffer? I love you all!