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Monday, March 11, 2013
The Next Big Thing is a blog meme making the rounds among indie authors. A meme is kind of like a chain letter. If I break the chain by not posting this bad things will happen to me. The idea is to pique interest in your next work (the next big thing) and to expose readers to other indie authors. For this assignment I was tagged by Natalia Cherjovsky whose collection of captivating short stories, Humanity Revisited, was published to Amazon about 7 weeks ago.
What is the working title of the book? It is currently titled The Ghost Runner but since another writer published a book by that exact same name towards the end of last year I’ll have to come up with another title. Let me know if you have any ideas. No, seriously, let me know.
Where did the idea for the book come from? My son is a baseball player and when they don’t have enough players for two full teams in a pick-up game or scrimmage they employ ghost runners as imaginary runners when someone who is already on base has to bat. That’s all I’m going to tell you.
What genre does your book fall under? General fiction/suspense
What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition? That’s a tough one because the main characters are all about 12 years old. Who I would really like to cast is the actors from the movie Stand by Me, but only if they were still that age. This would have been a great story for both Corey’s, Feldman and Haim, to have been cast in as young actors.
What is the one sentence synopsis of your book? The Golden Boys return, or become, in this humorous prequel that takes the reader back to the terrifying and magical summer that forged the lifelong bond between them.
How long did it take you to draft the first manuscript? I’m still working on it. Are you implying that people actually write more than one draft of a manuscript?
What else about your book might pique the readers’ interest? For readers that follow my Facebook page I’ve had contests where the readers give me ideas for the name of places and other things in the story, so several readers will get to see their funny ideas worked into the story. For those that read White Picket Prisons they might be surprised to know that there may be a little romance for Chuck and a whole other Golden Boy they’ve never heard of. There’s also a fair bit of humor worked into the story as well.
Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? At this point I’m planning on self-publishing, but if anyone knows an agent or agency who might be interested I’m willing to listen to offers. Let’s just say that I’m looking for Stephen King kind of money. I probably won’t find it, but it can’t hurt to look.
My tagged writer to do this for next Wednesday is the talented Rene Folsom. Check out her whole catalogue of paranormal romance novels.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
When I'm elected President, or Sexiest Man Alive, whichever comes first, I'm going to pass a law getting rid of Daylight Savings Time. I don't know if other countries do this. I do know that not all the U.S. states abide by it. Daylight Savings Time was created about 100 years ago to give farmers more daylight in which to do their work in the fields. Call me crazy, but why the hell didn't someone just suggest that the lazy ass farmers drag themselves out of a bed a little earlier each day? Because those cud chewing, overall wearing, udder jerking lay abouts can't be bothered to set their alarm clocks we're all stuck changing time?
I don't know if anyone else noticed, but about 6 or 7 years ago the U.S. Congress, in another colossal waste of their time and our tax dollars, extended daylight savings time by a few weeks on either end. First off, why isn't it called daylight spending time since we are using more daylight in the summer months? Secondly, at this point the farmers (except the creepy Amish ones) all have electricity and alarm clocks, which may not have been the case 100 years ago. I can get away with saying that about the Amish because my demographic data shows that for some reason I have very low readership among the Amish. I guess they just don't get me.
Reportedly the reason Congress did this is to save energy. How will changing our clocks twice a year save energy? Don't we set our thermostats and use heat based on the outdoor temperature, not how light out it is? I'd like to save the energy I expend changing my clocks! I'd like Congress to tell me when I get that back. Congress has again proven to be the biggest collection of morons outside of...well...I guess I can't think of a bigger collection. Why doesn't Congress set their alarm clocks an hour earlier so they can get up early and get more of this important work done?
B.T. dubs, if we set our clocks ahead an hour now but we turn them back in the Fall, over the course of a year what difference does it make? If we learned anthying from Marty McFly it was that we shouldn't muck about with time.
In an effort to help you, and show off my newfound ability to use hyperlinks, I'm providng this video of tips to help you adjust to the time change. If you need this information you're an idiot, no offense meant of course. Apparently the day after we change our clocks there are more workplace injuries, car accidents, and for the day, a 10% rise in heart attacks. So where's the problem? That sounds like natural selection at work!
I for one am not going to go for this stupid daylight savings time thing anymore. I don't work at a farm or for Congress, so I told my boss that for 6 months I'll be to work an hour early or late, however it works out. When I'm elected President, or Sexiest Man Alive, whichever comes first, this is going to change.
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Saturday, March 02, 2013
When Al Gore invented the internet he had no idea most of it would be wasted by bloggers. Allowing just anyone to blog without a screening process is like letting 'The People of Walmart' walk around with a p.a, system all the time. Just because you can say something doesn't mean you should. It's gotten so bad that even Fox News has a blog.
Bloggers have no idea what the rest of us think of them. In conversation if you ask someone what they do and they respond with, "I'm a school teacher and a blogger," how do you react? Most of us roll our eyes and sigh, hopefully not too noticeably because we don't want to upset the "blogger." You know how volatile they can be. They might run off and write a scathing post about us that would be read by all of their friend. The one thing that we don't do when someone tells us they're a blogger is to say, "What's your blog about?" In fact I'm fairly certain that last sentence was the first time in history that those words have actually been assembled into a sentence.
I imagine that at internet headquarters the people in charge are getting pissed. I picture a bunch a poindexter brainiacs in a room looking at a white board with a pie chart titled "Internet" that shows the internet contains 10% legitimate websites, 40% pornography/dating sites, and 50% blogs. Next to that would be another pie chart titled "Blogs with redeeming social value." That chart is just a big empty circle.
Blogging is so 2005 isn't it? There was a time when it was kind of cool to have a blog. Ok, maybe there wasn't, but now that virtually every person in the public eye has a website masquerading as a "blog" that you can comment on it is so not cool. You know what is cool is the Harlem Shake. Nope, definitely not. As soon as someone in my demographic knows what something is, like blogging or the Harlem Shake, then that thing has lost whatever cache it might have had. Seriously, I just nailed down Gangnam Style and now I have to learn the Harlem Shake? I think the definitive way to tell if some pop culture trend is past it's cool peak is that if someone with a blog describes it as cool.
What is hot now is Vlogging. Video Blogging! Instead of writing words you read, all of us arrogant dolts who think you want to know our thoughts are now on Youtube in front of our webcam telling you what we think. I know, that's pretty hot right? I guess Tosh.0 has to get his material somewhere.
I just wrote a sarcastic blog about blogging. Does that make me an ironic hipster? I'm not sure, but if I just said ironic hipster then it is definitely not cool to be one. I'll make a deal with you. If at least 10 of you go back to your Facebook page and click the "Share" link under this I promise I won't ever do a Vlog. This is a birthday present to my big brother Steve whose birthday was yesterday and he asked me to write a sarcastic blog about bloggers.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Well, it's happened again. I was passed over. Not a single Oscar nomination. The whole process is completely biased against people like me. Ok, I know that there aren't really other people like me, but that does not excuse the Hollywood establishments prejudice against me. The Oscars have been handed out longer than I've been alive, but not once have I been awarded a gold, phallic statuette. Just because I'm not some kiss-ass Hollywood insider who's made a movie in the past year they completely overlook my accomplishments!
It is because of this snub that I refuse to attend the awards ceremony. I do have Oscar-worthy acting talent. So do many of you. Just because our skills don't appear on the big screen doesn't mean our talents should go unappreciated! To recognize the acting achievements of everyone like me, I hereby introduce The First Annual Everyday Oscar Awards! I imagine the awards ceremony will go something like this:
MC Phil: The Everyday Oscar for Best Performance in The Workplace goes to...(fumbling with envelope)..Mark Genzler for his role in "The Overdue Report!"; (video clip begins to roll on the monitor) Mark: "Yes Mr. Whalen, I knew that report was due this morning. I was about to forward it to you when I got the call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me after my parents died, was in a car accident." Mr. Whalen: "Is that a Hooters napkin sticking out of your pocket?" Mark: "Yes it is sir. The hospital needed two quarts of my blood for the transfusion. They said I should drink lots fluids for the rest of the day. I got a little woozy driving back to the office and I had to pull over."
MC Phil:That always brings a tear to my eye. Next up, the Everyday Oscar for Best Relationship Saving Performance goes to...Susan Reynolds for her fantastic performance in "Whose Boxers Are These?" (video clip begins to roll) Boyfriend: "Heather, I just found these boxer shorts under your side of the bed! They're not mine! Whose are they?!!?" Susan: Awww! You ruined the surprise! I bought them for you, but I got so turned on at the thought of you in them, that I put them on myself and wore them around for a day. Would you like to see me in them?" Boyfriend:"Are these your skid marks?" Susan: "Umm...yeah?"
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
"We're all gonna die!" It seemed very funny to shout that during a fire drill my freshman year at Cicero High School. It was still funny to my friend John Martin and I after we realized our only consequence would be a stern talking to by the principal. Yes, when confronted I dragged my friend into it. He dared me to, I said.
What happened was that in the midst of 2000 students being evacuated from our high school I turned to my friend John and said, Do you dare me to yell "We're all gonna die?" Of course John took me up on my offer and unwittingly became my accomplice when I caught heat from the man. At the time I was young and foolish with no concept of my own mortality. I thought death was something to be laughed at.
I no longer think death is funny. I generally still do not believe in my own mortality, but I'm starting to hedge my bets in this regard. Just because it happens to other people doesn't mean it will happen to me. As my mother always said, "If your friend jumped off a bridge does that mean you have to?" Much to my mother's eternal satisfaction I am answering NO. If you want to die, go ahead and do it, but I refuse to be a follower.
My problem is that yesterday a meteor or meteors filled the sky over Russia and actually hurt some people. Also some scientists with a telescope larger than a third world country notified us that an asteroid would be buzzing our planet today close enough to knock some branches off of the trees in my back yard. I may not believe that I'm going to die, but I'm not completely unrealistic. I will admit than an asteroid, in most cases, is larger than me and if it hit me in the head I would have a hard time surviving that. Yes, I know I have a large head, but not large enough that it has it's own gravitational pull.
Who I'm really angry at is the scientists. Damn them and their ever inquisitive minds! Why did they have to tell me this? Did anyone here really want to know that getting hit by an asteroid the size of Rhode Island is a possibility? In this case ignorance is bliss. Why couldn't the scientists just leave well enough alone? My entire life I've been at the top of the food chain and that has been a pretty secure feeling. Now this. Now I have to spend the rest of my life staring up at the sky looking for asteroids.
In general I figure that if a really big one hit the Earth I'd be fine as long as it didn't hit me directly in the head. Maybe all this is why the scientists developed the male birth control pill. They just figured that if we're all gonna die then we might as well start getting jiggy with it. Yes, that's right, I said jiggy. I'm bringin' jiggy back. In fact, that's probably the new science geek pick up line. "Hey baby, you know we might get hit by an asteroid any minute, so why don't you just go ahead and get jiggy with me? Obviously I'm cool enough to say jiggy, but the scientists aren't.
When I'm elected President, or Sexiest Man Alive, whichever comes first, I'm going to pass a law stating that if the scientists see an asteroid headed our way, unless they have some way to make the entire planet duck out of the way they should just shut the hell up.
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Saturday, February 09, 2013
He's probably not trying to kill me right now, but he might. And he could, and it would be legal. I'm sure President Obama wouldn't be the first to think about killing me, but he's probably the first that could do it legally by remote control plane. Earlier this week the Obama administration re-affirmed a Bush era policy that gives the President the right to unilaterally decide to kill someone that might be a threat to the country in the future. If you need more factual information than I'll ever provide you can read about it here: http://www.cnn.com/2013/02/07/us/drones-classified-document/index.html
Sure my little Barack Obama jokes on my blog may seem cute, but what if Barry gets his panties in a bunch and decides that I'm trying to lead an uprising? I won't debate the pros or cons of the policy, but I will say as a "guy" that it is a seriously awesome policy. We get to sit home playing Call of Duty while Barack by virtue of his job gets to play it for real. Part of the policy leaked to the public this week indicated that Barack Obama could use drone planes to assasinate anyone he thought might be a threat to U.S. security. Drone planes! Seriously, how cool is that? I wonder if he has a Playstation controller in his desk drawer that he takes out.
Now if he's picking off al-Queda operatives I'm cool with that. But what if he gets some bad info? Or worse yet, what if somewhere out there some terrorist has the same name as me? Sure, the chances of that are fairly small, but it could happen. How can I rest easy knowing that Barack could be scrolling through the online White Pages and click on the wrong Phil Taylor when he's targeting the drone? Or what if Barack decides to take a night off, gets all liquored up, checks Michelle's browser history and finds that she's been visiting my blog just a little too often again? That is exactly when we need a little bit of the old checks and balances system.
I'm pretty sure that my ADT security system won't be much help if a drone flies in my front door and tries to drop a smart bomb in my pants. It won't matter where I am if Barry decides that me or my blog are a threat to the country. I'm pretty sure that if Dominos can find me in 30 minutes or less the Air Force can GPS the hell out of my cell phone and find me no matter where I am.
I'd just like to say a big hello to all the wonderful CIA and FBI operatives reading this today. Welcome to The Phil Factor! Think about this: the CIA and FBI monitor "internet chatter" to find threats to U.S. security. I assume that they probably have some internet filter that grabs onto anything with certain keywords they've programmed it to look for. In the course of this blog I've used the words President Obama, kill, smart bomb, al-Queda, threat and Michelle.
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