That which will never go between the camera and the monitors time travels


Why do you spell your name like that?

Like how?

Well, if my name was pronounced BIRDY, I'd probably spell it like that to dispel confusion.

My name doesn't have to be pronounced BIRDY. Originally, I spelled my name B-I-E-R. Like German beer. And it was pronounced like beer too.

Why'd you change it?

The computer age doesn't always honor the bits and pieces of a full name. It's FIRST and LAST name; and sometimes suffixes.

People give you smack for having a first name like beer?

Yeh. You know it's just a variation of Pierre, right? And Pierre is the French version of Peter?


Because my last name has a preposition, it isn't part of the name. I added it to the end of my first name so the letter "d" wouldn't be capitalized.

Oh, like de GUZMAN, or de Jesus. I get it. That way the system doesn't capitalize the letter D and combine your last name with Jesus which would in turn result in the spelling of Jesus with a small letter J.

BIERDE is mesmerize how accurate MOLLY can be.

I told you this story before, haven't I?

Yeah, but we weren't high. I tend to remember stuff better when I'm high.

Is that a school thing?

MOLLY grins.

If you changed your computer name to BIERDE, the command prompt would resemble DEIRDRE's name on her puter whenever she used command prompt. Or Terminal.


jabber and what's xmpp

I downloaded the client CONVERSATIONS and succeeded to link it with my lj. Frank the goat sends me notifications whenever my lj notifications settings say that I should be receiving an IM for something. I never did understand why I wasn't being notified by text message even though my notification settings indicated I should. Because the Conversations app is so inadequate for composing long entries, I'm planning on using a text editor like Celtx to composing my lj entries. Celtx (because I paid for it when my typewriter broke), and copying and pasting text from that app to the Conversations app's text field sounds productive. Although it might be easier just to compose my entries as an email, I don't use that because part of the fun updating my livejournal blog this new funky way, with the Celtx app, will impose time spent learning that app as I've neglected doing so because nothing compares to composing a scene on a manual typewriter. Beside, This app specializes in formatting for screenplays, and that is after all what my blog is about. Perhaps this will be motivational for familiarizing myelf with Celtx.

For starters, I still don't know whether I'll be able to post an image file to the blog using Conversations. I know it's possible using email servers, but it seems that email culture has been spoken for and it is too convoluted with other important tasks like e-bills, junk e-mail, receipts for online purchases and whatever else is out there (mistress corespondent business); separating blogging from official e-mail business sounds like the smart move.

Yes it is too bad that lj has not developed a way to be included in the dropdown menus whenever sharing is executed on smart phones. I know all the other social media servers have this feature as I see options to share stuff on instagram, facebook, twitter, tumblr, etc. I doubt lj's lack of sophistication, however, has anything to do with my low visitor count. Or low contributions comments and community membership. I did go out and spring for the community numbskulls! JK. [be nice]

This here post is the first I've made thru the new xmpp derivative. Of course, I didn't type the entire entry on the phone app. I just was curious to see if Frank the goat is on alert by writing something blasé. This query on technology serves as the rudiment objective in utilizing mySQL as a cross reference database for all the scanned scenes I've written which I will later revise and rewrite in a different perspective from one of the other characters in the story: the fly, Deirdre, Molly, Aaron, etc.

How to summon the new improved posting window

Here's the reason why I'm not so friendly with computers and fall back on manual typewriters when I want to do some serious writing.  Relearn relearn relearn.  My mother tells me I was a crybaby each year when students, completing one grade level, moved on to the next grade lever because I didn't understand why I should have to learn maths or grammar, history, etc. all over again every year (in a higher grade lever.)  I'm still like that and I'll whine over qwerty boards the rest of my life.  The computer age used a bait and switch idealism for addressing the customization of keyboards.  I still refuse to hunker down with computer qwerty boards when I learned to type with the apostrophe key above the number 8 key.  I'm not computer scientist so I quit investigating ways to customize my computer keyboard to match that of my manual typewriter.  Aprostrophe key where the 8 key is, the asterisk key next to the #1 key for my left hand's pinky finger.  Learned later on that customizing keyboards required specialized software, or a new computer because the task was so complex, only newer processors on new computers could apease this task on a computer friendly level.

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Monking around with nobody to interact with during the loneliest year

If it wasn't for my job, I probs wouldn't have any reaction to the quarentine situation. The self isolation edict when it was first enacted was not an inconvenience. I stocked up on the booze and groceries so that everyday, after work, I would pour myself a drink and chill either in front of the TV, or lounging while listening to tunes, hacking my life away*. It's always been a safe, drama-free, no-need-to-worry-about-cops-driving-home way to unwind. Lord knows Waze is probably under the men in pink payrol.

These days I could let my hair down and comfortably flap it up and down as I try to fly with it, or at the very least emulate the wings of the ears on the god Mercury, Bozo the clown, the Hells Angels' logo. Surely Bozo was able to fly with his hair, although I had never seen this feat done on TV. I doubt I've seen every episode of the Bozo kids TV show when it aired during its regular season, but I think flying with his hair must've been one of the things every child anticipated while tuning in.

Now it seems that I've seen every episode of every TV series worth watching and I'm bored. Everybody's been talking about the Tiger King reality show, but I fell asleep during the last episode. This show reminded me of Deadwood and the way the westerners would cover-up their murders by feeding the corpses to the pigs. That the country has moved on to feeding their homicide victims to tigers is no surprise but are we really expected to believe that people involved in such criminal activity do it with such clean and profanity-free language?

Mr Pickles, Absolutely Fabulous and The Midnight Gospel are not new shows. They premiered in 2013, 1992 and… 2020? Respectively, hmm it would seem I've stumbled on a new show. As far as the former, I doubt they're still in production. I think I've seen all episodes, including AbFab, the movie, a 91 minute film released in 2016 about the eccentric pair: Patsy and Edina. Mr. Pickles was a treat for the Saturday morning before the cancellation of Easter Sunday which truly gave the holiday a run for it's money. AbFab just reminds me of how gullible my screenwriting blog constantly gets ripped off. If I had $1K for every time a major movie studio tried to clear their conscience by finding creative ways to forward royalties to the real screenwriter, I would be a quadriplegic living in Monterey, California right now. But who are we kidding. Why would a Hlwd studio even have a conscience? If I had $1K for every time a lawyer saw fit to fix a loophole in a contract, then I'd be driving a new car with arthritic joints from all the broken bones sustained from auto accidents somebody saw fit to cause just to pay me hush money to keep insurance companies out of the equation.

I'm enjoying my solitude at home. I've got books, projects, art, music, pets, space and gardening to hold my interests. I'm still only halfway thru THEME MUSIC, by T. Marie Vandelly, just beginning hands-on data entry with mySQL, cleared off the drafting table (again) and focusing more on storyboarding my comic strips than making my cartoons jump off the page. I have a new set of calligraphy pen nibs with ideas for short catchy phrases I would like to dream up for dialog in the ol' great American screenplay I've been writing for years now. Actually, the mySQL project database I'm working on is just a list of scenes I've uploaded over the years which I will be rewriting and doing so with the collaboration of effective index card usage.

Currently, a mocking bird chick fell out of its nest and found itself in my birdcage. It doesn't eat the seed or veggies I put out for it, but I notice that if I leave the cage door open, the parents come by to feed it. Unfortunately, the chick is constantly getting out of the cage and helplessly wandering about. I'll take pictures soon to post for all to see. They make for some ugly chicks these mocking birds.

* more of a lifehack sort of activity as my computer science skills are limited.

At wut speed does the earth revolve around the sun, and at wut speed does it rotate on its axis?

Role playing

On his left hand, between the first two knuckles — otherwise known as the space between the middle finger knuckle and the index finger knuckle — a tiny eczema-like blemmish from years of scratching the same area year after year. The scar tissue, slightly calloused, seemingly like early Plaque psoriasis, but probably just dermatitis scar tissue from irritation brings back memories when his skin was smooth. Even then, when the itching began, Bierde felt it was caused by subconsciously masking the pain of pounding one's fist against something (mainly a jaw.)

I don't mean to say that eczema or dermatitis is contracted this way, but Bierde recalls his anger management flaws from twenty or so years ago when most people who made him angry produced a desire to physically altercate the issue with violence; the adrenalin from the raised blood pressure possibly causing a chemical reaction to compensate for the pain one might receive in their fists after punching somebody's lights out. Of course, short of punching somebody, missing their jaw, and catching their tooth on a knuckle, the dermatitis affected area is according to Bierde a direct result of feeling tickling sensation in his fist which prompted him to think of whom it could be in his immediate circle of associates that may have angered him so much so that his fist itches.

Meanwhile, Bierde hates knowing what he did to Elle, alienating her in stages: first the anger resulting in silence. Ex-communicado. No Happy Birthdays, Merry x-mas', Easter, four-twenty, etc. Over the years, this turns into desimation of love. It's Bierde's idea that he would marry Elle one day which stubbornly caused him to reformulate his understanding of what love was by definition; a distorted, homophobic, aggressive perspective.


POV and pretty, flowery decor for dragonflies hungry for blood


The basic premise of tmtwngm is young love in a psychological thriller twist. I don't think it's ever been done. Most all the psychological thriller flicks I've screened have never been about young love.

I don't outline. I've tried outlining, but I just haven't been able to produce a completed screenplay that way. I haven't been able to produce a completed screenplay my way either, however, my way is more fun during creative processes. I'm still perfecting it, and I've only managed to figure out that the process of writing varies depending on when you get blocked and how much one knows about the subject the writer is writing about.

My typewriter is in the shop. It's coming close to a month being there. I don't know if it's too soon to check if it's ready to be picked up. I haven't heard from the shop, but I would rather wait for their call when they're ready to notify me that the machine is fixed. In the meantime, I invested in various different screenwriting software. Some apps are for my phone, some are for the laptop. PowerStructure was major disappointment if only because of their statute of limitations on how often the software can be installed on your computer (each time it crashes and needs to be restored.) Untitled is an app I'm using for my iPhone. Celtx is an app I'm using for my laptop. There's something called Scrap which is an app on my phone that focuses on using storyboards for building a screenplay. None of these compare with my manual typewriter, but I discovered the brainchild of using my cartooning ability to use storyboards to compose my scripts from the Scrap app.

This new thing I'm doing is time consuming. I first pencil the composition on paper, then ink the captions with ink first, before I ink the illustration. I use color pencils if I'm using 20ish pound paper because my watercolor set wrinkles thin sketch pad paper. After all that, I scan my storyboard. If I upload the image to lj using the New Post Editor, the image file is automatically stored into a default folder (in livejournal) AND the Editor doesn't allow me to select what size I want to add the image onto a new post. The old editor allows this. They each have their perks, but it's difficult to remember which one is good for what task.

I know my cartoons suck. At least the recent cartoons I've illustrated seem to be blasé. Something occurred to me, since the story I'm writing about was inspired by my high school days. During that time, Central America was war torn in a revolutionary dispute. In the span of time that this war was taking place, which I feel needs to be emphasized somehow in the story, the band SLAYER came out with a few interesting songs. Interesting because Jeff Hanneman wrote them, or took part in the writing process with one of the other band members. I decided I would scrutinize lyrics and song melodies of only those songs released within the time span of the war and were written by the duo, Jeff and Tom. I left King out only because I want to see what effect my plot would take if I correlate song topic, even if it's only one or two lines of lyrics that have personal meaning to me, with the relationship of the star crossed lovers the plot is supposed to revolve around. Since I got the impression that King was difficult to work with and speak to when Araya addressed their fan's inquiries over the future of SLAYER, I concluded that the songs written by marauding duo instead of conflicting personalities might deliver a different twist from that which might result with Kerry King songs.