Written, penciled and inked: Doc
Happy to talk to Ashley tonight and we are gonna buy tixs tomorrow for Trans-Siberian Orchestra on December 6th! We both love Christmas time and TSO, both have always wanted to go but never got the opportunity so now we are making the time:)
Studying for my license but I promise I'll get the new fixtures in this place up soon--new lights are here, and as soon as I get 'er structurally sound, I'll start moving back in. Jukebox is ready to go, fixed up and still all my records in there! Life is good:)
Doc out.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Issue 17: "Sleepy Day"
Written, penciled and inked: Doc
Well, I just got back from Oxford and Water Valley. Can't even really count the trip to WV because I saw Bitsy for maybe 5 minutes before heading back to Oxford for a visit to Soulshine Pizza Factory. I've never eaten there before, but after looking at the menu online (isn't technology great these days?) I saw they serve a BBQ Pizza similar to Old Venice's former mainstay Hog Wild BBQ Pizza and decided to give them a shot. I was impressed--the ambience of the place, the blues music, and their staff and food...excellent. I also used the opportunity to update my laptop, which I am using to type this journal entry while listening to some John Mayer live songs on my iPhone.
I enjoyed that Soulshine was almost empty...I have needed some alone time recently as things have been hectic. I've got a new job now, an Insurance salesman for American Income Life. Leslie and I are still working out our relationship, trying to decide if there is enough left to salvage. Upon finishing this entry, I'm gonna sit down and enjoy reading some of the sequel to The Shining; Doctor Sleep is the title. I'm about 150 pages in and have not had nightmares yet. I also aim to start Rivers, by Michael Farris--it is a fictional look at a never-ending series of superstorms pounding the Mississippi Gulf Coast, and a chronicle of those who choose to remain behind in the ruins. I missed church this Sunday but that won't be a habit--I need the Lord in my life, and I will not turn my back on His grace again.
I was too tired to do too much last night--this building is a ruin, perhaps a fresh structure will allow me fresh thought lines in my head...we shall see.
Don't hold me to it but I might be back tonight after reading for a while. Have a great day:)
Well, I just got back from Oxford and Water Valley. Can't even really count the trip to WV because I saw Bitsy for maybe 5 minutes before heading back to Oxford for a visit to Soulshine Pizza Factory. I've never eaten there before, but after looking at the menu online (isn't technology great these days?) I saw they serve a BBQ Pizza similar to Old Venice's former mainstay Hog Wild BBQ Pizza and decided to give them a shot. I was impressed--the ambience of the place, the blues music, and their staff and food...excellent. I also used the opportunity to update my laptop, which I am using to type this journal entry while listening to some John Mayer live songs on my iPhone.
I enjoyed that Soulshine was almost empty...I have needed some alone time recently as things have been hectic. I've got a new job now, an Insurance salesman for American Income Life. Leslie and I are still working out our relationship, trying to decide if there is enough left to salvage. Upon finishing this entry, I'm gonna sit down and enjoy reading some of the sequel to The Shining; Doctor Sleep is the title. I'm about 150 pages in and have not had nightmares yet. I also aim to start Rivers, by Michael Farris--it is a fictional look at a never-ending series of superstorms pounding the Mississippi Gulf Coast, and a chronicle of those who choose to remain behind in the ruins. I missed church this Sunday but that won't be a habit--I need the Lord in my life, and I will not turn my back on His grace again.
I was too tired to do too much last night--this building is a ruin, perhaps a fresh structure will allow me fresh thought lines in my head...we shall see.
Don't hold me to it but I might be back tonight after reading for a while. Have a great day:)
Monday, October 14, 2013
Issue 16: "New Beginnings, Old Endings..."
Written, penciled, inked by: Doc
Hullo, all. The poet here, stopping by his once-proud café. Now it lies in shambles, the roof collapsed in and all the furniture destroyed or taken. I had such high hopes for this place when I started writing again 2 years ago, but somehow I squandered my opportunity for renewal of the soul through this outlet. Mayhaps my pain at the time was simply too great, perhaps I've just gotten lazy.
Tonight I invite you once again into my soul, to share both the pain and the smiles of my journey:)
Tonight I will be up late repairing walls and assessing damage to see where else I should begin my repairs.
Tomorrow night we shall begin in earnest....sleep well.
Hullo, all. The poet here, stopping by his once-proud café. Now it lies in shambles, the roof collapsed in and all the furniture destroyed or taken. I had such high hopes for this place when I started writing again 2 years ago, but somehow I squandered my opportunity for renewal of the soul through this outlet. Mayhaps my pain at the time was simply too great, perhaps I've just gotten lazy.
Tonight I invite you once again into my soul, to share both the pain and the smiles of my journey:)
Tonight I will be up late repairing walls and assessing damage to see where else I should begin my repairs.
Tomorrow night we shall begin in earnest....sleep well.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Issue 15: "Lovely Lady"
Written, pencilled and inked by: Heath P. Lail
Listening to: "Crush" by DMB and "Civilian" by Wye Oak
Hullo, friends and readers.
It has been almost a week since my last entry, but life has been hectic, in both positive and negatives. Leslie and I attended church yesterday morning, in what I've determined is a concentrated effort to reattach to my more religious nature. It felt good to see old friends that I often ONLY see under a church steeple, and be with other believers.
The negative of the week was the passing of Leslie's cousin Jeff, who now resides with the Lord in peace and light. She was very distraught Friday and Saturday abou this, and some activities were curtailed in order to console her.
Overall, though, it was a productive week. I'm off to do some reading after my workout at the Y today...I'll see you here tomorrow night for something with a little more meat on it:)
Listening to: "Crush" by DMB and "Civilian" by Wye Oak
Hullo, friends and readers.
It has been almost a week since my last entry, but life has been hectic, in both positive and negatives. Leslie and I attended church yesterday morning, in what I've determined is a concentrated effort to reattach to my more religious nature. It felt good to see old friends that I often ONLY see under a church steeple, and be with other believers.
The negative of the week was the passing of Leslie's cousin Jeff, who now resides with the Lord in peace and light. She was very distraught Friday and Saturday abou this, and some activities were curtailed in order to console her.
Overall, though, it was a productive week. I'm off to do some reading after my workout at the Y today...I'll see you here tomorrow night for something with a little more meat on it:)
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Issue 14: "I have not forsaken thee"
Written, pencilled and inked by: Heath P Lail
Not much to say tonight, save that I'm feeling a little under the weather so this will be sweet and short. I will not forsake this writing exercise, as it has been cathartic to my soul. I have backed off my Repression storyline, as it was just too deep and dark and complex to handle right now.
I did have some intellectual stimulation today, though, by discussing the right or wrongness of agreeing to care for a friend's "knowingly stolen" property in order to return it to its rightful owner. More on that later, I think the bed is calling me. I may not post much this week, but I will not abandon my new-found writing freedom anytime soon, I assure you.
Keep reading, things will get interesting very soon, I promise.
Not much to say tonight, save that I'm feeling a little under the weather so this will be sweet and short. I will not forsake this writing exercise, as it has been cathartic to my soul. I have backed off my Repression storyline, as it was just too deep and dark and complex to handle right now.
I did have some intellectual stimulation today, though, by discussing the right or wrongness of agreeing to care for a friend's "knowingly stolen" property in order to return it to its rightful owner. More on that later, I think the bed is calling me. I may not post much this week, but I will not abandon my new-found writing freedom anytime soon, I assure you.
Keep reading, things will get interesting very soon, I promise.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Issue 12: Repression, Pt. 2
I'm sorry about last night.
The thought crossed my mind as I signed off that I had certain aspects of my very PERSONALITY that changed due to this relationship, and the idea of burying those aspects of myself almost killed me, literally. After crying for an hour, I finally pulled myself together and went into a night of fitful sleep.
Unfortunately, I have no additional ideas about resolving this situation, save to find some way to retain my love of the blues, etc. but to remove certain emotional attachments to those things. This would be equal to a psychological surgery on myself, picking and prodding certain pieces of myself...lighting and snuffing out areas of my own psyche. Pretty heady stuff, honestly...not that I'm not up to it. In fact, as I write this, I am attempting to simultaneously form a battle plan to begin extraction of this information out of my life.
The first step is to replace positive thoughts or memories with ones of neutrality. The "specialness" of these places must be lost in order to return my frame of mind to a happier state. For my own protection, these places will remain in secret here, but I know of one such place I will pass by tomorrow, and that will begin my experiment in earnest. A tricky balance of neither hate nor love, simply indifference, must be achieved and I know just how to do this.
The grey skies are dispersing...
The thought crossed my mind as I signed off that I had certain aspects of my very PERSONALITY that changed due to this relationship, and the idea of burying those aspects of myself almost killed me, literally. After crying for an hour, I finally pulled myself together and went into a night of fitful sleep.
Unfortunately, I have no additional ideas about resolving this situation, save to find some way to retain my love of the blues, etc. but to remove certain emotional attachments to those things. This would be equal to a psychological surgery on myself, picking and prodding certain pieces of myself...lighting and snuffing out areas of my own psyche. Pretty heady stuff, honestly...not that I'm not up to it. In fact, as I write this, I am attempting to simultaneously form a battle plan to begin extraction of this information out of my life.
The first step is to replace positive thoughts or memories with ones of neutrality. The "specialness" of these places must be lost in order to return my frame of mind to a happier state. For my own protection, these places will remain in secret here, but I know of one such place I will pass by tomorrow, and that will begin my experiment in earnest. A tricky balance of neither hate nor love, simply indifference, must be achieved and I know just how to do this.
The grey skies are dispersing...
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