Oh yeah... that's another thing. Most people yawn in class and get pushups for it. It's against the rules. Disrespectful, and all that.

In all my year and a half of karate, not once have I yawned, caught or not, until today. Didn't get caught, but I yawned. That's how I knew it was a concussion and not just a headache from getting popped. Logic.

So, a fist hit my chin and split my lip and pushed my brain back up against the back of my skull with whiplash speed, nearly knocking me unconscious. I began to get dizzy, want to throw up, and my memory's all wonky.

This means I'm concussed. I know, because I've been concussed twice, three times before? I forget.

I know, I know, not a good joke. But pretty good for a guy who's concussed.

My lip split so I looked like a vampire for a little bit. Yesterday I split the other side of my lip, so now I walk around telling people I've been falling down stairs and that dinner wasn't warm.

That's not much of a better joke. But pretty good for a guy who's concussed.

I was a little sleepy, but it's not too bad. One time it was from a full tilt body check from a 300 pound dude when I weighed 120. The other was when I got hit in the head by a baseball bat by my mom (long story, I was trying to kill myself).

Anyway, what happens is that you think everything is normal but you're really not thinking straight. Syntactically, I am pushing words around and doing them in odd order. I can see it though, so it's kind of like being sick, oddly.

And there's that weird light sensation thing, too. I hate that. Like all of a sudden it's like descriptions from guys who do morning glory seeds. AGHHJHHH! THE LIGHTS! THE LIGHTS!

Kristen has been gracious enough to bring me food. I have been gracious enough to fucking eat it, I guess. Ow. My fucking head hurts.

It would be better if the guy had been paying full attention, but I knew he wasn't, and I was just saying to myself, "I'm gonna get cold cock-BAM!"

Anyway, good night.

Hmmm.

Apparently it was not Newsarama. Or if it was, I deleted the Google alert.

http://comicswait.blogspot.com/2008/08/roger-corman-and-bluewater-make-splash.html

That, I think, is the one I saw. But I don't get it, because I geeked out and saw Newsarama. Maybe I hallucinated it with anticipation, heh. Stranger shit has happened.

Oh! And because I didn't mention it here, and should have, check the new Smallville Mag on stands. I have an article on Brainiac, rather rad.

Renegades to 70.

I'm not going to hit my goal of finishing it by the end of this week, but my guess is that I'll at least hit page 90. The end of the book is always more fun to edit, so I may get farther. Once shit starts falling together, it motivates you to stay up late.

Oddly, poetry has been spiking a lot of my editing time. Without other obligations, I've been writing a lot of poetry. Which is as it was originally, when I first started writing. In the absence of bullshit, I return to poetry, and I love that. Now it's time to do something with it.

Now the press release is on Newsarama. Which is RAD.

This bodes well, not because my bosses sent some dudes a press release and they ran with it, but because, if you have a website like the SH, and you know just how many press releases have to, by necessity, be ignored, this means that there's at least some editorial interest. This pleases me.

I should be relaxing.

Instead I took the best of all of my shitty songs I've written on guitar and melded them together into a 12 minute song called American Dream. This pleases me.

And it's not half bad for a guy who sucks at playing guitar and singing.

When will I ever find time for the internal combustion engine or cancer?

This is going to sound horrible, but hell, it's honest.

I don't read poetry magazines. I hate poetry, generally.

I have written 1,950 poems. I want to submit to poetry magazines. I don't have money for postage, or purchasing the magazines. Does anyone have a magazine they're recommend?

Musts: Cannot give a shit if I curse, have random, broken enjambment, or lack form. In other words, it's gotta be a publication that likes poetry with a point, not poetry that leaves you sitting back in your chair saying, "My, I wonder what she was trying to say with that! It's so great that there are so many possible meanings!"

I write poetry about drilling through my balls and the people in my neighborhood and death and drinking and "Look what just happened!"

And it's good, but it's niche, and I need to explore that in multiple ways, like now.

Any ideas? I hate researching cold.

Titus Pullo from Rome is doing the Punisher. I didn't know that. That's cool.

Got to 59 on Renegades, which sounds like a big jump, but it's actually more like 52 or 53 by the older numbering system.

I figured out why the other edits went much faster on the other books. More sectioning, and a page break between chapters, heh.

Renegades, even at 60,000, was only 123 pages long, because I didn't section anything. I did it like Charlie Huston does it. There's something to be said for that, but I am very big on letting the mind rest constantly to recover. Comics are about perfect. Ten minutes, think. Ten minutes, think. I like that.

So I did CHAPTER, and then numbers. There are about fifteen for each chapter so far-ish, and it breaks up the thoughts a whole lot better. I like the way King does it. Then, when you have that one liner carriage return gutslam, like:

But she didn't know I had the penguin!

You can give it a whole number of its own and it'll be more powerful, it'll say STOP! THINK! more.

All in all, reading it, I grow much more fond of this book. Like I say to folks. The first draft IS utter crap. It's how you work it that turns it into something great.

I am listening to Requiem, Best of Dire Straits and Knopfler, the Factotum soundtrack, Fleet Foxes, Flobots, Silversun Pickups, "The Natural" soundtrack, "The Fog of War" soundtrack, and the Indiana Jones soundtracks. Oh yeah, also "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" soundtrack, and some Police.

What odd shit to write a book to. I should at very least have Kung Fu fighting on pretty constantly. Instead, I add some Harry Nilsson and Smashing Pumpkins.

Of all of that, only Fog of War has direct emotional resonance. 67 cities is good.

Other than SH mentions, this is my first name reference at CBR. Woot!

http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=17844

Roger Corman present's.... it's coming, punks!

RAD. (Monkey sounds, Good, Bad, Ugly, etc)


UPDATE: It's a press release, but still, not bitching. I'm still on CBR. Cool!