I don't have "TV", but I have a TV and a Roku, which means I watched some Anime for the first time yesterday. Damn, that shit is weird. The plotting and dialog were at about the eleven-year-old level, while the graphics included big bouncy naked boobs and gratuitous splats of blood. Ah, you noticed, blood is gratuitous but big naked bouncers are not. Actually, they are, especially when paired with female characters who talk like children. I hate to say this, but the Japanese are strange. Yes, I've been on the train outside Tokyo where schoolgirls congregate in short short plaid skirts and middle aged men read pornographic comic books in plain sight.
So I leashed up my time-wasting angst and took it for a walk. The walk was good, the weather being perfect. It's an unseasonably cool Spring. We had a little rain yesterday, and today there are clouds all up in the sky, but sunshine too, and the temperature is perfect. I went around to the far side of the campus and took a picture of the solar array.
I then came back resolved to blog less and work more. I'm doing great so far. I don't really need to blog less -- I hardly do at all anymore anyway -- but if I am going to bitch about my misuse of time, it hardly makes sense to do more of something that doesn't contribute to my future success as a creative entrepreneur. But I like it, and I like when you do it, so, so, so there. Not like it's in the way of me writing one of my novels.
So we went to another sex club, but I balk at bothering to write about it. This is because I tried already, and it came off as cynical and boring. Maybe the experience was deserving of cynical and boring, but my valued readers are not. Maybe I can improve the product by going home and tossing a tumbler of whiskey first.
It wasn't, actually. I rather enjoyed it. Part of the problem is writing while at the office.
Oh crap, I'm first on a meeting agenda at 2:00. Gotta go but let me record a little sense of displacement. I was listening a moment ago to this awesome song by Massive Attack. Safe to say most people I know my age have never heard of them. And it sounded all new and lovely to me. But I looked it up and the damn thing was on an album released in 1991. What's with all the parallel universes, huh? Huh?
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Massive Attack performed Teardrop, two portions of which were used as the intro music for the tv show "House, MD"
I have it on my "Moody" playlist. The "Moody" playlist contains music that suits moods other than happy. For happy music, I have the Happy playlist. I needed something for the rest of the songs, the ones that don't make me grin, so I figured, "Well, they're all moods, so it can be just plain "moody."" And so it is. Most people think "Oh, she listens to that when she's down," because they associate "moody" with feeling down. Which it is. But it doesn't have to be constrained that way.
I think you should just let yourself go and write about it. Free flow it. Sex club. Enjoyable. Now: go. Write. 500 words or fewer.
I can't imagine feeling erotically turned on at a sex club (though I could be wrong). I can imagine it being an interesting experience from a writer's POV though.
It is mostly that. We were conducting our amateur anthropological research. The Burning Man things sometimes fall under the same category. Whether or not it's a turn-on, well. I'll have to finish writing about it to find out.
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