Wednesday, July 20, 2016


Sorry I haven't posted much lately.  I've been on the go.  I went to Seattle for a few days and met Toby Froud.  That was super cool.  Also, spent some time with my aunt.   I've been working on some writing projects, of course. 

Boxing is a 5-days a week, hard as hell event right now.  In order to get ready for the tournament in late August, I am sparring every day.  That might sound like "fun" and "so awesome", but it's really REALLY hard work.  I'm actually disappointed in myself.  I want to do better.  Maybe it's a self-confidence thing...I don't know.  I need to push past whatever mental block I have and just get to it.  ARGH!  I feel like such a wimp sometimes.

Over the last few weeks, I've been asked to do some paranormal investigation and research training.  Talked to my friend and partner, she talked me into committing to it.  We've decided to train 3 people since only 3 are interested.  We will see how it goes.  We are planning on doing our first public parapsychology experiment.  In case you're wondering, I've been doing investigations and research since 1999 - big emphasis on research.  I am also the current MUFON State Director for Alaska.  In my spare time, I've been putting together a scientific paper - part of it - for this experiment.  We're going to be at the Go Winter! Expo this October 8th & 9th, Carlson Center, Fairbanks, AK.  We need participants.

To top it off, I haven't been getting the best sleep.  I'm up at 4am, I leave for the gym by 4:15am, I'm back home by 5am-ish, I go to work between 7am/7:30am, go to boxing from 5pm-7pm, in bed by 9pm-ish, write or read until about 10pm-ish, and then it's a night of tossing and turning.  I can get to sleep, but I can't seem to stay asleep for very long.  By the time 4am rolls around, I'm ready to get up.

How has everyone been?  Someone talk to me.  I'm just watching X-Files on netflix.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Weird Dream

I have weird dreams often, but I normally don't share them on my blog.  I figured that I would share this one just because it features a celebrity.

In my dream, I was in California to meet with a producer who wanted to turn one of my books (some novel I have yet to write) into a film.  While there, I met James Franco.  (NOTE: I like James Franco as an actor and artist, but he's not really my type - I'm not really attracted to him.)

I tell James that I once had a dream that he wanted to paint my portrait.  He asked me for some details and so I started telling him about this other dream that I had (is that a little weird or what?).

In my dream, we met somehow and you wanted to paint me.  You weren't happy with just having me sit there, so you asked if I would pose in classical art poses nude.  I'm not against anything like that, being a person with an art degree, so I cheerfully said yes.  I posed standing up, sitting down, twisting my upper torso, with a stick, etc.  Still not good enough.  James told me that he needed to understand the flow of my body and to do that he wanted to see me with water.  The only water really available was in the bathroom via the shower.  So there I was in the shower, water dripping all over my face awkwardly, while trying to pose for James.  It was not sexual; in fact, we played a word game.  You play alphabetically with someone, you try to come up with interesting words over 4 letters long, and if you can't think of one or use a word that is short, you take a hit.  Three hits and you lose.  For instance, I might say "Acrobat, acoustic, ambivalent" and the next person would have to use the letter B.  By letter M, James said that he was pretty sure he had a good idea for his painting.  In the end he painted me sitting.

James nodded and asked what the painting had looked like.  I mentioned that there was a lot of yellow and that it looked like Van Gogh doing Picasso-style cubism.  Then, being the jerk that I am, I mentioned that it was really weird having a dream about him (James Franco) because I wasn't attracted to him.  That put him on the defensive a little bit, but I think he was kind of okay with it.

Anyway, we ended up going for some food at some burger place that also had hot dogs.  He ordered a foot-long hot dog, held it up, licked the end of it suggestively, and asked "What does that remind you of?" before eating it as if he hadn't said anything at all.  I told him that I was just happy to meet another octopus, a multi-talented person, like myself.

And I woke up.

I don't normally have dreams with celebrities in them.  I just thought this one was a little strange and blog worthy.