Saturday, July 21, 2012

James Holmes Wanted To Be The Joker In Real Life... WTF?


I finally pieced it all together. The police havent even figured this out yet, but this guy literally wanted to be the real life Joker. A real life supervillian, just to see if the concept could be pulled off.

His hair was dyed red. Did you know that? Joker also used a gas, "joker toxin" as it was called. It would make a victim laugh until they died. That's where the canister came in. Anyone familiar with Batman knows that gas and mass murder is the Joker's trademark.

I'm not done yet. The guy then proceeds to tell the police "I've got one more surprise for you" just in Joker fashion, and tells about his apartment which is filled to the brim with all sorts of booby traps. Just like the Joker would have done. The police say that they've never seen anything like it before. This guy had a slew of weaponry and 6,000 rounds. He was more than likely going to do more damage.

Joker was a psychotic man. This guy was just as ridiculously methodical. He set a techo song to constant loop blaring out of his apt. It was set to end at 1pm. The same time as the shooting began. That must have armed the bombs. Police can't even go in there. A robot is going to be sent in tomorrow. They want his laptop. Guy had no twitter or fb.

"As part of the advanced program in Denver, a James Holmes had been listed as making a presentation in May about Micro DNA Biomarkers in a class named "Biological Basis of Psychiatric and Neurological Disorders."

In academic achievement, "he was at the top of the top," recalled Riverside Chancellor Timothy P. White.

Holmes concentrated his study on "how we all behave," White added. "It's ironic and sad."


From a distance, Holmes' life appears unblemished, a young man with unlimited potential. There are no indications he had problems with police.

- This guy knew all there was to know about psychological and neurological disorders, but didn't know that he had one? I'm sorry, but I'm still trying to fill in the pieces. Why would a man so bright, probably even smarter than I in some instances - decide that he wanted to take on the real life persona of the Joker? Might this have been an experiment to see if it could be pulled off? As studious as he was, this whole thing might have been part of a sick hypothesis that mainly stated "Is it possible to become the crimelord "Joker" in real life?

Again, the bad thing about it is that everything was planned out perfectly. If he hadn't have been caught, who knows what would've happened. But had the man thought he was so powerful to try to topple the government as the Joker would've done, he'd have been met by force from our armed men and women in the military.

I guess we can consider the hypothes is a failure, since it is not wise and very fatal to pull off any kind of supervillian in real life. It's the same thing if I decided that I wanted to be the penguin. But I think I'm a little too thin for that role, and I can't cackle!

I understand how many of you might think that WB had it staged,but my thinking is that a brilliant student wanted to test out his hypothesis. Remember that some of you abhor science, and he must've practically lived it. I guess you can consider him posessed if it makes you sleep at night, but this sounds to me like nothing more than one man's application of the scientific method.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

An Unexpected Fan.

Well, at work today I ran into a guy who I sold one of my books to. He really liked it, doesn't understand why it's not selling any copies. Oddly enough, he told me that his father picked it up and started reading it. The guy likes sci-fi novels, so he gave it a shot.

Today, the guy told me that his father really liked the book. Asked his son if he knew the author. His son said, "Yeah, I work with him." Father told him to tell me that he really liked the book. Now, I don't even know this fellow from Adam. But he likes my novel. That means that there are many others just like him, who do like the book.

I'm telling you all right now - each and every one of you - if I could just find ONE legit Publisher or ONE agent who will work with me on this one, I'm certain that it can be a success. I'm certain that it will climb to the top of the NY Times Bestseller list. I've not gotten one bad complaint from anyone that I've let read this book, and I believe that the same effect will domino over to the masses.

No matter how many agents deny me, I'll still continue to write. Just yesterday I penned 8 more pages of WD3 and they came out great. Heather's story is writing itself. But it's a little rougher than I would've imagined. Tomorrow, I hope to pen out another 8,9, or even 10 more pages. Maybe even finish that first chapter. I'm just not ready to cap the chapter yet. I'll let you know more as it's written.

But you can be well assured that I am already halfway through the writing of WD3. The last portion of the book will be the hardest, and the most strenuous - because there is SO MUCH that I have to put into that part, it's going to be a big amalgamate of what can be, what was and what's going to be. If that makes no sense to you, then good. Because that's what I'm going for.

As always, there's a method to my madness...





Saturday, July 7, 2012

I Just Can't Seem To Get Read. (Utter Frustration)

Well, I've done all I can do. I've written the books, I've uploaded them and I've promoted until I'm blue in the face. But it seems that people really don't care these days, unless you're on the NY Times Bestseller list. But you have to pull some legs and arms off before you get to that, or you can apparently write well crafted smut and also make it to the top of that list.

Basically, it's all about what America wants. Sadly, America doesn't want anything new. Not these days. Give them a story that they've never read, and they'll go back and read something that's just like something that they've already read before. People just don't read the way they used to, and it usually has to be promoted via some TV show or film before they even realize there even were books.

Did you know that Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter was actually based on a book of the same name? You didn't? Well, I'm more than sure that you're not the only one out there who thought it was some B-Movie idea. But in all actuality, the script for that film was written by the writer of the book. A rarity, but it happens. This is why the dialogue and overall story was good in the film. If some hack had written it, the film would've been the same Hollywood mush that we usually get dolled out to us, by the powers that be entertainment.

But this runs full circle back into my dilemma. A man quickly approaching his thirties with a fine set of novels and a unique book of shorts, and he still doesn't have one sale other than the few he's purchased to sell to others, or the friends who have actually purcahsed the books themselves. Which is even small in amount, but the economy does suck right now. It's not even about the money factor. I just want the world to read my work, as it's much different from anything else out there on the shelves.

But maybe that's not what people want. Chizine advertised some guy's book about the MEME of Pirates Vs. Ninjas. Holy shit! This is literature nowadays? I'll bet it'll even become a film. Yes, some dorky guy thought he would write a fanfic about pirates and ninjas, and boom - it finds a label to pick it up. But I guess that this is the same thing that good bands who never seem to get signed go through.

Apparently, you have to know somebody. If you don't, then you might as well stand outside stripped naked on the street corner with your novel, and offer sexual services to people, if they'll just read one page of it. But that seems to be the way our world works.

People don't want to think anymore, I suppose. But the internet shows us that truth daily. I only wonder how many more of these uneducated knuckleheads are going to abuse themselves for their pleasure of the Roman audience. They might as well be calling out for blood and gore, because that's just what they're getting. A fellow hurts himself, and he becomes famous. But a talented fellow is cast aside for the idiot.

What kind of society do we live in, if we honor the fool?

Perhaps this is why I can't get read. Because I'm not the fool who's hurt himself and posted it online for the entire world to see.

Still, I fail to understand humanity. Especially at this day and age. Surely, it's our final days.