- Unless you go to a drag queen show, you probably won't see all that many transvestites.
- We do have crimes that aren't racially motivated. Like armed robbery. Our thugs are equal opportunity thugs.
- Paula Deen's restaurant is overrated, overpriced, and overcrowded. There are a dozen other places within a block that have better food and are much more reasonably priced. And probably won't be nearly as crowded. And aren't looking to screw over ignorant tourists. Or at least not as much.
- Unlike Disneyworld, most of the people you'll see in the Historic District don't actually work for the city, and really aren't there to entertain you or serve as guides. If you want someone to show you around take one of the tours. Yes, you'll have to pay somebody for that.
- Don't sit around and complain about how much more wonderful things are Up North. If it's so fucking wonderful in Yankee-land, then remember that nobody is forcing you to come here, and nobody is forcing you to stay.
- Before you start complaining about how the Civil War is history and we just need to get over it, think back and try to remember who brought the subject up in the first place. Was it you? Yes.
- Don't drive around the squares in your car at 2 miles per hour so you can stare at the houses. And don't just stop in the middle of the street and get out to take a picture of a house. Believe it or not those are public roadways and people are trying to get from point A to point B. Just like they do in your town. Believe it or not.
- Being On Vacation does not mean that you can ignore traffic laws.
- If you see someone sitting alone at a table in a restaurant and that person tells you that he is waiting for someone and does not want you to join him in the mean time, please believe him and go away.
- Just be nice, have fun, and understand that not everyone around you is on vacation. Do that and you'll have a lot of fun.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
If you're planning a trip to Savannah
Just to help you have realistic expectations.
It Hurts lyrics
Here we stand again my friend
each of us bearing new scars
standing here with nothing
in this place among the stars
I wish sometimes I could make you see
I could explain the unexplainable
I wish you would stop wasting your love
on those who don't know who you are
It hurts sometimes to be your friend
though I believe I understand
I'll help you pick up the pieces again
as many times as you need me to
There's so much I'd like to say to you
but the words just don't exist
I wish I could just come out and say it
Circumstance always makes me resist
It hurts sometimes to be your friend
though I know I understand
I'll help you pick up the pieces again
as often as you need me to
words and music by J Franklin Evans
each of us bearing new scars
standing here with nothing
in this place among the stars
I wish sometimes I could make you see
I could explain the unexplainable
I wish you would stop wasting your love
on those who don't know who you are
It hurts sometimes to be your friend
though I believe I understand
I'll help you pick up the pieces again
as many times as you need me to
There's so much I'd like to say to you
but the words just don't exist
I wish I could just come out and say it
Circumstance always makes me resist
It hurts sometimes to be your friend
though I know I understand
I'll help you pick up the pieces again
as often as you need me to
words and music by J Franklin Evans
Friday, January 28, 2011
So ideas if you want 'em
I may or may not do something with these--if any of this inspires you, feel free to do something with it. Just let me know if it does so I can keep an eye out for whatever you do!
(I picture this as more of an episode of Law and Order or something.) A huge pop star--like Lady Gaga or somebody like that--is staying incognito at a hotel. A favorite aunt or someone is in a nearby hospital having surgery and she wants to be there--she is really hiding, not pretend hiding, because she doesn't want her family bothered by all the hooplah. She's just idly staring out of the window and witnesses a murder. Not just part of it--she sees the entire thing, including a good look at the killer. She's the only one who actually saw it, and she is able to give an extremely detailed description of the suspect. Hell, maybe she's an amateur artist and can provide her own sketch of him. Think about that--Lady Gaga testifying at a murder trial! Especially just as a witness--she has no connection with anyone in the case.
(A buddy film or tv show)--two guys, cops (natch). One is hot--when he walks into a room all the women turn to check him out. Unfortunately, he knows that, and while he's not a bad guy, he's really into himself and most women get really tired of listening to him talk about himself while he checks out his hair using any reflective surface in the vicinity. His partner, however, while not an ugly man by any means, isn't the type to get many second looks. He is, though, highly intelligent, witty, well traveled, and a really nice guy. So, most women when they go out start with the first guy and wind up with the second. First guy can't figure it out. Second guy has several women who have fallen hard for him and he hates having to hurt their feelings, something else the first guy doesn't get. Story is the first guy is in love with this woman they met during a case--she liked him, too, for a time, and considers him a friend, but she's really into the second guy--and he's into her, too. They both want to keep their relationship a secret because it would just devastate the first guy, but during the course of the show they get outed. Hijinks ensue.
A fun-for-the-whole-family thing--what if your dad was cooler than you? Say he's a music journalist--he works for MTV and routinely interviews all the hot recording artists in rock, pop, hip-hop, whatever. What's more, he actually listens to and appreciates the music, and a lot of the stars consider themselves a buddy of his. He can score tickets (and usually back-stage passes) to damned near any show you want to see. Rock stars, producers, whatever, can be found hanging out at your house.Your classmates will love your dad. You'll hate him.
If any of that inspires you let me know--I'd love to see what you come up with!
(I picture this as more of an episode of Law and Order or something.) A huge pop star--like Lady Gaga or somebody like that--is staying incognito at a hotel. A favorite aunt or someone is in a nearby hospital having surgery and she wants to be there--she is really hiding, not pretend hiding, because she doesn't want her family bothered by all the hooplah. She's just idly staring out of the window and witnesses a murder. Not just part of it--she sees the entire thing, including a good look at the killer. She's the only one who actually saw it, and she is able to give an extremely detailed description of the suspect. Hell, maybe she's an amateur artist and can provide her own sketch of him. Think about that--Lady Gaga testifying at a murder trial! Especially just as a witness--she has no connection with anyone in the case.
(A buddy film or tv show)--two guys, cops (natch). One is hot--when he walks into a room all the women turn to check him out. Unfortunately, he knows that, and while he's not a bad guy, he's really into himself and most women get really tired of listening to him talk about himself while he checks out his hair using any reflective surface in the vicinity. His partner, however, while not an ugly man by any means, isn't the type to get many second looks. He is, though, highly intelligent, witty, well traveled, and a really nice guy. So, most women when they go out start with the first guy and wind up with the second. First guy can't figure it out. Second guy has several women who have fallen hard for him and he hates having to hurt their feelings, something else the first guy doesn't get. Story is the first guy is in love with this woman they met during a case--she liked him, too, for a time, and considers him a friend, but she's really into the second guy--and he's into her, too. They both want to keep their relationship a secret because it would just devastate the first guy, but during the course of the show they get outed. Hijinks ensue.
A fun-for-the-whole-family thing--what if your dad was cooler than you? Say he's a music journalist--he works for MTV and routinely interviews all the hot recording artists in rock, pop, hip-hop, whatever. What's more, he actually listens to and appreciates the music, and a lot of the stars consider themselves a buddy of his. He can score tickets (and usually back-stage passes) to damned near any show you want to see. Rock stars, producers, whatever, can be found hanging out at your house.Your classmates will love your dad. You'll hate him.
If any of that inspires you let me know--I'd love to see what you come up with!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Aeon's End lyrics
(this is one of my older songs that I'm going to remix for the Cold Iron song cycle)
A million years came to an end today
The doorway opened and the chains fell away
A brave new world where I can come out and play
A million years came to an end today
A million years and I’m still alive
A million years and still I thrive
You’d be amazed at what I’d do to survive
A million years and I’m still alive
The stars have finally arrived to their ordained place
A doorway opened wide to this time and space
A world of minds of all kinds where I can play
A million years came to an end today
A million years started today
The doorway opened and the chains fell away
A brave new world where I can come out and play
A million years started today
words and music by J Franklin Evans
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Post op musings
I had surgery on one of my testicles today.
If you are a woman when you read that sentence you probably thought, "Oh, you poor guy." If you are a man you've stopped reading and are cupping your boys protectively.
I had a cyst called a spermatocele. It's something a lot of men have all their lives and never are aware of it--these things are always benign. However, sometimes they can get too large for their environment and become a problem. Which was the case for me. The nurse told me it was the size of a grape. She showed it to me, too, but I wasn't wearing my glasses so I only saw something sort of amber colored floating in a vial of clear liquid.
I'm not in too much pain right now but I'm still feeling the pain-killers. It's only a problem when I shift positions--I get this dull ache in the surgical area that fades in a minute or so. It's really painful but I can endure it, especially since I know it won't last very long. So, getting up, sitting down, and what not, take a little longer than usual.
The folks I work with have been super-cool about it--a couple of my co-workers picked me up and took me home afterwards, and are running a couple of errands for me. That was something I was kind of worried about--I don't have any family locally and all my friends outside of work live in a different universe. But, it worked out, and I am indeed fortunate to work with the people in my department.
I'll be laid up for a couple of weeks--I can walk around (which is good, since I still have a dog to walk) but I can't lift anything more than ten pounds. So, no guitar playing. I can lift a pen, though, and I can sit at a computer, so I can get some writing done.
I also can't take a shower for a couple of days so I expect I'll be aromatic by tomorrow morning.
I guess I'll be watching a lot of daytime TV, too. Oh, boy. I expect I'll be sleeping a lot.
If you are a woman when you read that sentence you probably thought, "Oh, you poor guy." If you are a man you've stopped reading and are cupping your boys protectively.
I had a cyst called a spermatocele. It's something a lot of men have all their lives and never are aware of it--these things are always benign. However, sometimes they can get too large for their environment and become a problem. Which was the case for me. The nurse told me it was the size of a grape. She showed it to me, too, but I wasn't wearing my glasses so I only saw something sort of amber colored floating in a vial of clear liquid.
I'm not in too much pain right now but I'm still feeling the pain-killers. It's only a problem when I shift positions--I get this dull ache in the surgical area that fades in a minute or so. It's really painful but I can endure it, especially since I know it won't last very long. So, getting up, sitting down, and what not, take a little longer than usual.
The folks I work with have been super-cool about it--a couple of my co-workers picked me up and took me home afterwards, and are running a couple of errands for me. That was something I was kind of worried about--I don't have any family locally and all my friends outside of work live in a different universe. But, it worked out, and I am indeed fortunate to work with the people in my department.
I'll be laid up for a couple of weeks--I can walk around (which is good, since I still have a dog to walk) but I can't lift anything more than ten pounds. So, no guitar playing. I can lift a pen, though, and I can sit at a computer, so I can get some writing done.
I also can't take a shower for a couple of days so I expect I'll be aromatic by tomorrow morning.
I guess I'll be watching a lot of daytime TV, too. Oh, boy. I expect I'll be sleeping a lot.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Progress report, what's next, etc etc
Well, I had to take my monthly trip to visit the family this weekend. Just got back an hour or so ago. Finished unpacking, and doing all the post-trip stuff one does. Atari has settled back down into his routine, sleeping now on his new heating pad. Like me he doesn't dig traveling.
I'm scheduled for surgery next week and while it's minor surgery I will still be laid up a few days. Since I'm exactly half way through Cold Iron I think I'll wait until after the surgery to begin tracking the next song, "The Crawl." I won't be able to lift anything heavier than ten pounds for a few days after the surgery--which means no guitar--and I doubt I'll be able to sit or stand for very long while I recover, so that means no tracking. I'd hate to leave a song half done for that long and then come back to it--I know I'll just erase what I've done and start over. So I'm not going to bother.
I will be able to write, however, and I think I'll finish the lyrics for the remaining songs while I'm laid up.
I've also been thinking about the next musical project and I think I'll be doing some longer instrumental work. Maybe five or six really long, sort of symphonic pieces. Stuff like you'd hear on a movie soundtrack. Heavy synth work but with guitars and the like, too--symphonies for a modern ear, let's say. Though I'm sure the word symphonies sort of lends an air of dignity to what I'l be doing beyond what these songs will require.
I also want to do a drastic rewrite of my screenplay, Mythophobia. Unfortunately, what I want to do, the character and plot line I want to add, won't fit in with it as it exists now, but it'll make it much better, so the rewrite is necessary. It'll be fun. Once I dive in I usually find myself enjoying the process of writing--I can see it in my head as I write it down.
I'm also thinking about doing something drastic in my personal life, though at this point I don't think it's something that's actually possible. I'd love to go to college and get a degree in art history. Considering all the other crap I've got going on in my life right now that's probably just a pipe dream, and I wouldn't know where to start if I did decide to go through with it. I'd have to start from the very beginning, too--all the core curricula. It'd be years before I got into anything I found remotely interesting. I'd also have to sacrifice my limited time for my music and writing, which these days is all I look forward to. Unlike a lot of people I can't stay up until 1 a.m. or later doing homework or research or whatever. I needs my beauty sleep. So, while it'd be nice, it's one of those things that'll have to wait.
Anyways, that's the plan, such as it is. We'll see how well I can execute it!
I'm scheduled for surgery next week and while it's minor surgery I will still be laid up a few days. Since I'm exactly half way through Cold Iron I think I'll wait until after the surgery to begin tracking the next song, "The Crawl." I won't be able to lift anything heavier than ten pounds for a few days after the surgery--which means no guitar--and I doubt I'll be able to sit or stand for very long while I recover, so that means no tracking. I'd hate to leave a song half done for that long and then come back to it--I know I'll just erase what I've done and start over. So I'm not going to bother.
I will be able to write, however, and I think I'll finish the lyrics for the remaining songs while I'm laid up.
I've also been thinking about the next musical project and I think I'll be doing some longer instrumental work. Maybe five or six really long, sort of symphonic pieces. Stuff like you'd hear on a movie soundtrack. Heavy synth work but with guitars and the like, too--symphonies for a modern ear, let's say. Though I'm sure the word symphonies sort of lends an air of dignity to what I'l be doing beyond what these songs will require.
I also want to do a drastic rewrite of my screenplay, Mythophobia. Unfortunately, what I want to do, the character and plot line I want to add, won't fit in with it as it exists now, but it'll make it much better, so the rewrite is necessary. It'll be fun. Once I dive in I usually find myself enjoying the process of writing--I can see it in my head as I write it down.
I'm also thinking about doing something drastic in my personal life, though at this point I don't think it's something that's actually possible. I'd love to go to college and get a degree in art history. Considering all the other crap I've got going on in my life right now that's probably just a pipe dream, and I wouldn't know where to start if I did decide to go through with it. I'd have to start from the very beginning, too--all the core curricula. It'd be years before I got into anything I found remotely interesting. I'd also have to sacrifice my limited time for my music and writing, which these days is all I look forward to. Unlike a lot of people I can't stay up until 1 a.m. or later doing homework or research or whatever. I needs my beauty sleep. So, while it'd be nice, it's one of those things that'll have to wait.
Anyways, that's the plan, such as it is. We'll see how well I can execute it!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Friday morning randomocity
I'm sitting here killing time before heading in to the hospital for a pre-operative whatever. My surgery is next week and they have some paperwork to go over and I'm sure they want to poke and prod me some, too.
The hospital wants a name and a number of the person who is going to pick me up after the surgery, which is sort of annoying. But I managed to work it out and found a lucky volunteer.
Musically, I've got five songs done in the Cold Iron song cycle. I'm halfway done! So far, so good, too. I dig them, anyways, and I guess that's all that matters in the end. Though it'd be nice if other people would give them a listen, too . . . I know I'm strange but I'm not that strange--if I like it there have got to be a few others who like it. Sorry, whining over. Be sure to give them a listen when I post them--watch this space for the announcement. I'll put them all up at once so you'll be able to listen to the whole thing, beginning to end, if you want.
Atari seems to be feeling okay. He's acting about like he usually does. I'm glad he seems to be comfortable. I'm going to get him a special treat while I'm out running around today--a double-whopper with cheese. His most favorite thing in the whole world. He hasn't had one in a while, and he loves those things so much.
I know I sound glib and laid back about Atari's situation, but trust me, I'm not. When the end finally comes for him I'm not sure how I'll react. I'm not even sure I can handle it. We'll just have to wait and see.
Anyways, that's my story. What's up with you? Big plans for the weekend?
The hospital wants a name and a number of the person who is going to pick me up after the surgery, which is sort of annoying. But I managed to work it out and found a lucky volunteer.
Musically, I've got five songs done in the Cold Iron song cycle. I'm halfway done! So far, so good, too. I dig them, anyways, and I guess that's all that matters in the end. Though it'd be nice if other people would give them a listen, too . . . I know I'm strange but I'm not that strange--if I like it there have got to be a few others who like it. Sorry, whining over. Be sure to give them a listen when I post them--watch this space for the announcement. I'll put them all up at once so you'll be able to listen to the whole thing, beginning to end, if you want.
Atari seems to be feeling okay. He's acting about like he usually does. I'm glad he seems to be comfortable. I'm going to get him a special treat while I'm out running around today--a double-whopper with cheese. His most favorite thing in the whole world. He hasn't had one in a while, and he loves those things so much.
I know I sound glib and laid back about Atari's situation, but trust me, I'm not. When the end finally comes for him I'm not sure how I'll react. I'm not even sure I can handle it. We'll just have to wait and see.
Anyways, that's my story. What's up with you? Big plans for the weekend?
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