I woke up too late from my nap to do anything, so the plan was for me to stay home and vegetate a little. That was the plan, and it sounded fine. I get a call from Butter thinking he should take me out for a walk (the bait being beer) and after some split-second debating my better judgement decided to sit this one out as it usually does because he’s a lazy bastard so I strapped some shoes on my feet, slapped a shirt on me and went out. I’m glad I did, because not only was I gratified with one of my patented weird nights but I also came to two conclusions that I think are rather pertinent for me. Aside from my absolute truth, I have 3 sources that spark my creative juices and I experienced all three of them at different times last night:

1) Music. Good music always gets me going. Writing is a very solitary practice and I’m the type who draws from music to take myself to a specific mood. If you’ve been here enough you might’ve noticed that I squeeze that “emotion” thing for all its got… the great indicator of this was ending up at La Casona and catching a live performance of “Hacienda Libre de Bruce Lees.” I almost soiled my pampers, they sound so good… right up my alley, and you’ll like them very much if you’re in the Señor Loop vein. We stayed for their whole set and then some more; great stuff, can’t wait to hear ‘em again.

2) The Past. I have problems with letting things go; that would explain why I kept my favorite shirt for 7 years and kept on wearing it… not only did it fit me perfectly but moreso than that I liked the amount of memories it represented. Naturally, when the tee was taken from me I felt like those memories were robbed from me. Last night I ran into 2 people I hadn’t seen in a long time, both of them basis for characters in my One Great Story. They’re both fantastic people and I hadn’t seen them in a long time, so being able to catch up with them was an amazing experience. My conclusion of this was a realization that could lead to even greater things: my characters are currently training for a great war that’s coming, and as a result I’ve left them be for the past 6 months. It’s time I brought them back. Also, I realized that my “Town With No Name” Trilogy, another story you’ll know about soon and is my most freestyle exercise yet, is boiled down to the theme of family bonds and approval. At first it didn’t seem that way, but I’m ready to begin the final part and where things are at this moment in that location of my world are much more tied down and compromising than they were when I first created them. This probably makes no sense to you because I never talk about my novels, but believe me that going back to my One Great Story alone is reason enough for a celebration.

3) Other Creative People. Hell, Butter and I must’ve hung out for no more than a couple of hours and 4 projects started to move forward during that time. Going at things alone is not all that’s cracked up to be, and these past few months I’ve learned to accept the fact that I’m not the be-all, end-all hero I think I am in the sense that I thought I didn’t need anyone else to tell me what’s good and what isn’t. Wrong. WRONG. Now, helping others be creative and at the same time let them take a crack at my creative output feels like a much sweeter prospect. Also, and on a somewhat related note to point number 1, Coheed and Cambria is awesome. I say so because I’m Ten Speed, of God’s Blood and Burial!

The night was filled with the peculiar instances that make this life a great one to blog about, but I’m in good spirits and aside from a pretty intense ass grab I got at La Casona and how a drunk friend of mine summed up the problem I had in past relationship in under 4 sentences right in front of a taco stand as I sipped a warm beer, there wasn’t much that was noteworthy. Ran into a bunch of co-workers who were around Calle Uruguay because my office’s Christmas party was in one of the restaurants in the vicinity. I didn’t go, partly because my body sabotaged me by letting me sleep more than I should’ve and partly because the higher ups are douche bags and that particular night I wasn’t feeling hypocritical enough to pull off the PR stint successfully. Anyway, ran into a great crowd, so that was fun. Tonight’s a high school reunion of sorts, and hopefully everyone will go. I have a lot of history with this group even if I didn’t go to school with them (yeah, look… I don’t know, either. I’m filled with these weird stories… you should know that by now!) and I have a penchant for stirring the shit so, naturally, I’ll go and raise some hell. After that, I’m cooking a turkey. Letcha know how that went. Anyway, I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very merry Christmas; spend it with your loved ones, find a mistletoe and a cute member of your sex of preference so you can spread some of that holiday cheer you’ve got packin’ in your heart and mind. Hopefully you’ll get everything you wished for. I might post on Monday, but don’t count on it because I treasure my free days like a fat kid treasures chocolate cake. I bid you goodbye, fearless reader. Here’s a site with kitties posing with Wii remotes. And to spread the holiday cheer even further, here’s a post with funny christmas videos including the Ambiguously Gay Duo in Christmas and Will Ferrell fighting a kangaroo, amongs others.

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