BozoBrain's Bat Shit Bite-Sized Brain Bits

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 20:24:06 GMT

All right! I give up! I give in. This 40-something finally gives in. After an unsuccessful attempt at trying to get a social life in the real world with her fellow old fart middle-agers, I now accept the fact that most socializing is done online. At least, it is a brand new way of socializing. Crap. I miss my teenage days of just hanging out at someone's house and listening to ancient records on the (ahem) phonograph. But it's a new day.

I'm blogging again after a 26 week hiatus because I want to connect with other people. In the words of my favorite author, EM Forster, "Only connect." I am tired of being a miserable misanthrope malcontent. (Sorry. Sometimes I sound like Dr. Smith from the campy 60's TV show, Lost in Space with my awful aliteration).
I am back on my blog because I want want to socialize in this Brave New World.
I'm sitting here at the public library typing into my blog.

My interests are: David Tennant Dr. Who, old school Dr. Who, fantasy fiction, science ficiton, drawing cartoons, reading, being too damn intellectual for my own good, acting snotty and superior, and making a fool out of myself for public approval. I also love EM Forster, Anne Rice, Neil Gaiman, Tim Burton films, Poppy Z. Brite, Stephen King, JRR Tolkien, George Orwell, CS Lewis, and that all-time great Beatles slash novelist, Chanca De La Lune. Oh, yeah, I'm way into Beatles and Dr. Who slash.

Am-I-Dumb.com

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 06:05:41 GMT

Am-I-Dumb.com - How Dumb Are You?

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 21:25:29 GMT

Seperated at Birth?

Fri, 07 Dec 2007 04:24:59 GMT

Submitted for your speculation: could these two chaps possibly be related? Must be the hair.

Hmmmm. I don't know. Duckula is much less wrinkly. Hughie must be the older sibling.

Amen, Sir Paul

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 04:06:54 GMT

My sense of humor (and I do have one) test result

Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:41:29 GMT

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

What you really do with your time when you are supposed to be “writing”.

Tue, 30 Oct 2007 17:59:15 GMT

Surf the Internet: Nothing gets done! There are too many friends to catch up with on your blog. Too many cool videos to see on your home page. Too many people IMing you.

Listen to music. Another great Time Waster. You turn on some songs for “inspiration.” Then an hour goes by because you were “inspired.”

Start another writing project. You can always get back to your story.

Read a book. You need more inspiration!

Call your friends on the phone. Make plans to go out tonight. The writer’s life is so isolating!

I’m beginning to think that the writer’s life demands more focus and discipline than Martial Arts training. If you read Writer’s Digest articles on writing time, you should devote up to four hours a day purely writing, or else you have no business calling yourself a “writer.” I suppose this is true if you want to be a professional writer, and Writer’s Digest is geared for that audience. But I beg the question, how are you supposed to be a writer and live in the real world at the same time? I wonder if writing should be done alone somewhere in a snow-bound, remote cabin in the middle of nowhere using only a pen and paper – or better yet, a fucking quill and ink pot - and a candle to see by. Holy Percy Byshe Shelly! My favorite writers of the past did not have as many electronic distractions as we 21^st century citizens. I bet George Orwell never stopped writing his masterpiece, 1984, because he heard the ominous words “You’ve Got Mail!” emanating from his typewriter.

I cannot write at a computer that has an internet connection on it. I surf the Net or play music instead of writing. Yes, that’s a pathetic excuse. But it’s the truth!

My parody of Cosmopolitian magazine - and all women's magazines

Thu, 25 Oct 2007 02:50:38 GMT

Here's a little something I whipped up using Google Images, a scanner, and MS Paint. It's my parody of mainstream women's magazines. I hope it gives y'all a grin.

Yes, we have no anger today

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 02:06:57 GMT

Just for today, BozoBrain turned into a cute, peaceful little pug puppy and gives all her readers a kiss on the nose. I'm celebrating a happy, anger-free day.

I did another Anger Workout, but I just wasn't into it. I had nothing to give. I had the day off work today, so not seeing any old ladies did wonders for my mood.

BB's secret wish

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 23:25:14 GMT

In honor of this fine fellow, also the subject of today's entry, I am listening to - what else? - Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven.

Pathetic attempts at coolness aside, the reason I put in an image of the hermit is because sometimes, given the madness, violence and frantic pace of the 21st century, sometimes I wish I could just pack up my wireless Internet connection, go off somewhere and be a hermit. I'd take a million books with me, two of every animal to survive the 40 day and 40 night flood - wait, wrong story. But seriously, folks.

The reason behind this lament is that sometimes I just don't want to deal with people. Sometimes I get sick of sharing the same planet with my fellow humans. There are times I dream of going Gilligan and living on a deserted island. Now these thoughts scare me, because my mother was a house-bound agoraphobic. She had panic attacks if she left the house. She insisted on never leaving the house. She lived the last 20 years of her life without leaving the house.

Thankfully, I am not agoraphobic. I can leave my little apartment any time I want. I don't have panic attacks. But there are days where I just wish I could not go outside. Granted, I have to work like everyone else, and run errands and deal with people. But as I whined earlier, sometimes I just don't want to deal with people. The older I get, the lower my opinion of humanity sinks.

If I had the wealth, I'd never go out of the apartment. I'd stay inside reading and writing all day. Ah, bliss!

I shudder to think that maybe there is more of my poor old mother in me than I care to admit. Maybe I am becoming my mom.
But then, Mom never had the Internet, the hermit's refuge in an uncaring world.

Where I'm at right now

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 16:57:59 GMT

I recently started doing Anger Workouts to help me with my anger problem. During the workouts, I take a child's padded toy bat and pound my bed's mattress and pillows like a madwoman while cursing like a sailor. It really helps me calm down after a bad day.
Another thing that helps is to turn up the radio loud, bury my face in a pillow and scream at the top of my lungs. It always clears my head.
I am also proud to announce that this geezer has re-discovered punk rock. Now that I'm getting in touch with my long-surpressed anger, I love pounding the hell out of my bed to old Sex Pistols or Ramones tunes. I also love new bands like Green Day and Bowling for Soup, but I don't know if the punk community considers them "punk rock", or if they are "posers", or whatever the 14 year-olds say is cool these days. Anyway, I like them, and that's all that matters. And I am glad I found a way to let out my viperous vitriol without hurting someone else.

Adam Sandler was wrong: Anger Management Rocks!

Feelings.....nothing more than feelings.....

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 17:05:17 GMT

This video aptly describes my emotional state right now.