Week Leak (July 2017 #4)

Hello people,

Here are the questions:

Been applying to jobs? Yep.

Any response? Nope.

Still blogging? When I can.

“You did a good job.” Thats what they told me just a few weeks ago, but things change.

A few weeks after the stellar showing at my security job things have gone in just about the opposite direction. It happened because of this shift this weekend. The first thing to go bad was a phone call I got from the boss just as I was getting ready to take off. I go where the boss sends me and this week I was told to make my way to a new joint.

They were understaffed I was told and he told me to get there as fast as I could. It’d be me on the door and another guard roaming around inside.

New places mean new people. Which mean new impressions. I’ve never been good at first impressions, heck I’ve never been much good at any impressions. My family can attest to that.

I figure they needed one look at me to make up their minds up about the kind of person I was. So the other guard greeted me with something close to annoyance. He told me to stay on the door.

There was a function happening. I was supposed to just stand there and not bother anyone. I did so. The other guard joined the staff behind the bar, I am pretty sure they spent most of the night joking and snickering about me. This was not a spectacular way to start a shift, but I did not have to worry about that, the night had bigger things for me to worry about.

Trouble can be the kind of thing thats unexpected or something you see every inch of of its advance towards you. With security it is always a mixture of both. I have a tendency to be cagey, usually because I feel the pressence of some impending chaos. It hangs over you like an anvil suspended by a narrow string. I see evil in every face that comes by, if not I at least see its potential.

The bad start to the night, and the fact that all the people were walking around me like I did not exist were getting to me. But it was fortunate that besides the function the place was just about empty.

It was too cold and quiet for your average joe looking for a good time. The most any of them would do was step into the place for a little while and quickly move on.

A good portion of the night went like this with me just standing dumbly on the street, looking scared and cold to everyone who walked by on the nearly empty street. The funtion finished up, whihc meant that the bigger part of the venue opened up to the public. a bunch of the attendees stuck around and were ready to party, but even with this it was still pretty quiet.

it would have been good if things could have finished up quiet, I had time to think. I was building up a resentment to all the suckers inside. I was having fun alone and in the cold.

But even though the cold lasted, the quiet didn’t.

The problem was the place I was working was a late night kind of place, so even on a quiet street in a quiet part of the city, when other places start closing early even the quiet streets get filled up with all kinds of people looking for warmth.

I was in a bad mood, so I was ready to send everyone away. Tell them their night was done and to look for comfort at home, with their families. But I’m only supposed to do that with peple who are already too intoxicated to be anything other then a risk to anybody, especially themselves.

So I let some people in. I sent others away, never without an argument of course, but that’s to be expected. It is a hard job trying to give a drunk person a reson why they can’t do something. The spirits power you and motivate you.

But trouble didn’t come from some I had tried redirecting home, that would have been something I’d be ready for. Trouble came from someone who had gotten through the cracks and weaseled their way inside. Someone who had been only slightly wasted, but had festered in the place behind my back.

Most people in bars and clubs drink. And as far as drinking goes it doesn’t take much to bend someone and make em weird, so if I am looking for danger in a drunk person it is usually physical stuff that I’m looking for. How people stand, how they walk, sit, lean, whatever, and especially any signs of violence.

The problem is these things only work so far. You get an idea of the kind of control a persons brain have over their body, but it don’t let you know where abouts their mind is wandering. What are they thinking?

You need to be real good to know if someone is having the good time they were hoping for, or boiling away and looking for any excuse to kick off like some kind of drunk, soggy explosive.

I’m not a good enough guard to know if that was the case this weekend, I’m not even good enough to know what happened at all.

Maybe it was a sudden thing, a clash between meatheads who realised that they weren’t about to back down to some douchebagin front of them.

Like I said, Ie was at the front door. I didn’t know anything at all was happening inside until I heard the electronic hiss of the walkie talkie on my hip.

“Back up, back up.” The guard kept repeating.

I told him I was heading over. He told me to get to the toilets.

When I got there the other guard was pullic a gigantic middle aged man out of the mens toilets and into the corridor. I moved in to help and grabbed the mans elbows and pulled him away from the door. Being this close I quickly notived someting, the man was furious and thrashing about. He spotted me with his animal eyes. I don’t know what he saw, but I could feel him shifting his arms to try and hit me. Lucky I was either strong enough, or he was spent enough that all he could manage was a little wiggling.

I told him to calm down, tried to find out what the frick had just happened. As soon as he calmed down a little the other guard started pestering him out of the bar.

The man stopped flailing and started moving along, the other guard told me to keep an eye on the men in the toilet to make sure that the fight didn’t start again.

As the giant man walked towards the entrance a younger lady handed him a wooden cane.

Inside the toilet there were four younger men in suits, all of them were in a state, but there was one in particular that caught my attention. The man was pale and had a wound in his head that was pouring blood. He was trying to slow it down with a fist full of toilet paper.

There was also glass and blood all over the floor tiles. The man with the head wound lookied like he was trying to say something to his friends, but it was pretty clear that his clock had been rocked and he was not making much, if any sense.

“What happened?” I asked one of the other men.

“That guy just went berserk.” he said.

The man said the big fellow had gone into the toilet, started swearing at the four men and in some kind of drunken fury had attacked them.

“He was hitting us with his cane.” he told me.

Luckily the man with the head wound turned out okay, it was not as bad as all the blood suggested and after a while he started making sense.

As he was leaving I told him he should probably go to a hospital he didn’t seem to want to.

Maybe it is my weakness as a guard to not assume that a man that goes into a bar with a walking stick is not going to use the earliest opportunity to beat people about with it. People have glasses, I don’t think they are just going to use them to slice each others throats. I don’t know what words were exchanged, I just know that somehow I messed up.

Maybe if I was in a better mood. Maybe more attentitive and this would not have happened. Maybe if I even sort of knew how to read a crowd.

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.


Week Leak (July 2017 #3)

Hello people,

Here are the questions:

Have I been applying to jobs? A few.

Any response? Not yet.

Still blogging? Still going slow.

I just want to update you cool people on the whole infestation thing that I was talking about in the last post. If you want have a look at that one go ahead. If not I’ll just tell you that things in this hole that I am living in have gotten a worse because I have noticed that all my worldy possessions have been covered in tiny little insects.

I think the culprit is my excessive collection of books. I reckon some of them have gone bad and covered with mould, so I have taken action. What is the one thing mould needs to live and fester, air. I think.

So for the past few days I have been spending hours just looking over books, wiping away any bugs and suffing them into little plastic slips. You know the ones that are used for display folders, I seal them up tight and then tape them up.

I don’t know if this is a solution or will make things even worse, but I think my reasoning is logical.

The problems are; I am only about thirty percent of the way through my books, and also, I haven’t really found much in the way of mould.

I’m also not finding a locale for these things. There isn’t one place where they are concentrated, they are just everywhere in just about equal numbers. Going about their business, having their parties and whatnot. 

Maybe I’ll update you on whether this works, but I’ll probably leavew that for a month or so. For now I’ll have my fingers crossed, sadly that also kind of means that I am hoping that hundreds, if not thousands of tiny little insects starve, but hey, It’s them or my stuff. And no little bug is more important then my stuff.

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.

Everything’s infested

Hello people,

Who hangs out in their room a lot?

Not you. You’re too busy hanging out with friends and doing things other then laying down and watching movies. Well Whooop de doo for you. I guess you aren’t going to get the point of this post in that case. Maybe it only applies to people like me but here goes anyway.

Have you ever picked up a book and noticed something. 

“Boy I don’t remember leaving all this dust here, and hang on a second, what are all these little insects?” You say to yourself.

That’s the funk my friend, the infestation, your reward for living the life of an amoeba. Congratulations on that.

And those little pinprick insects are called mites.

What kind of mites?


Dust mites, book lice, cockroach babies, does it really matter, they are everywhere. Pick up a book and you will see at least 10 or so wandering around and doing whatever. these things aren’t around to hang out either, they are badass little jerks whose sole mission on earth is to eat up everything you’ve ever loved and saved. Which if you are a hoarder like me is everything that matters to you.

Now its rotten and defiled by little douchebag creatures. I wish I could imagine these things as friends with all the right ideas. They like hanging out, they like my stuff, they like the ladies apparently. Heck we could be buds if it wasn’t for the fact these little ingrates are eating up all my stuff. Chewing it up and making babies all over the top of it.

I think there is mould somewhere but I have so much stuff I can’t find it. I pulled up a few mouldy books that were getting some fuzz on em. I chucked them in the freezer because I think that is what you are supposed to do, but I’m probably just contaminating that now.

The infestation goes further then that. Have you seen Creepshow, I feel like Stephen King in the ‘It Grows on You’ segment. Something has happened and the funk is slowly taking over everything around me. I see centipedes in the carpet, hear mice in the walls, and can taste those little mites jumping all over my dinner plate. Soon it’ll be me in my room covered in mould and dirt with worms squirming in my sheets. 

I love my books, I love my room. But if tiny little invaders have stepped into my home to take them I guess that is how it goes. Oh well. Maybe once all my things have been consumed I can start over again, but then I can just wait for it all to happen again. The funk is always coming for people like me. 

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything. 

Watching ‘Spider-man Homecoming’

Hello people,

If there is one kind of flick that I can’t really avoid it is comic book movies from the big two.

There are enough of these out that this rap about whether this was any good won’t really matter to you. It will depend on whether you have finally gotten sick of superhero movie after supermovie, all coming in the same year, and still coming year after year. Your tolerance for these kinds of films may supercede any kind of quality the film may have. Like a dejected super sinic ready to take up full blown cinematic nihilhism. You may be on a plane beyond, far away from the entertainment this kind of movie can give.

But maybe you aren’t so far gone, maybe another iteration of Spider-man seems exciting. But only if it is good enough. For you on the threshold I am happy to say that this new movie was pretty good.

This was a fun, funny cool movie. Does it bring new things to the table? Sure, there is a new suit, but the biggest is probably the connection to the other Marvel movies, which is pretty significant. It is not overwhelming, but plot and character stuff is pretty well connected. There are thematic differences which are heightened by changing the age of Spiderm-man to a high schooler as well as a rookie superhero in a world full of well known professionals.

Is it enough?

 If you hated the Amazing Spider-man 2, I can tell you that this is not the same movie. There is no spy stuff, no ghosts, or melodrama or sap. Not that I would have minded them, I liked that film. This reboot isn’t for people like me, I love these movies and Spider-man in all his forms. I can say that it didn’t really feel the same as any of the other movies and a big part of that is humour.

There was a lot of humour in it, so much so that it is probably more of a comedy than anything else. There are only a few scenes that aren’t comedic. I think the comedic parts work very well, but the straight scenes, particularily an intense scene between Spider-man and the Vulture, work just as well. 

Tom Holland as Spider-man was good, as was Michael Keaton as the Vulture, and the movie is good enough that I think people who are tired of Spider-man movies as well superhero movies should enjoy the thing. But whatever, watch it if you want, or I don’t know, go to the park or something.

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.

Watching ‘All Eyez on me’

Hello people.

I liked this movie.

I am a big Tupac Shakur fan, All Eyes On Me may be one of my favourite  albums period. But is this film directed at people like me?

First off this is a biography, which means going by biography rules. Dramatic telling of a person’s life story, but within that the thing is still a story. As such the film makers have to figure what they are trying to do. This flick they go a few ways, the major one is race issues. Makes sense, Tupac’s parents were Black Panthers and Tupac/rappers in genral are rather polarising when it comes to race and community stuff. It was enjoyable, but I am not focused on those things. I think people who are probably like nuance or specific interpretations so they may think the moral message in the film may be ham fisted. I don’t care, because like I have said, I am a tick just sucking up whatever kinds of juice I can get.

As big a fan as I am of Tupac I didn’t really research or know much of his life prior to this movie, I loved the music, but that was it. I had a vague awareness of the big moments in his life, but the movie tells you the story and as far as that goes there were never patches that I didn’t find entertaining, my attention wad kept the whole thing through. But how accurate was the film? Beats me. Through this movie they show a Tupac character as being sympathetic, clever and at times whimsical, but there are other moments where you would have to say the man was close to being a lunatic with acts like beating up his driver, and shooting at the police. 

The stories of him getting into fights, shooting at the police and laying smackdowns on his own driver seem really brutal, aside from that though he is also represented as a political figure for his community. The film presents the black community as being very paranoid and unhappy with society, but the evil white man isn’t really shown, there is a suspect judge and evil seeming correction officers, but even then arguably the worse officer is also black. I don’t know if this is some kind of symbolic thing, but there are things for people to analyse if they have social interests.

I watched the film with my younger brother and he had seen a lot of the real footage, interviews and court hearings which were reference of him a good deal in this film. He said they were fairly accurate, but for Tupac officianadoes I am sure they will find plenty to pick apart. If nothing else this movie gave me a good interest to look into those clips.

There have been a few of these rapper biography movies, Straight Out of Compton, Notorious, 8 mile, the fictional Hustle and Flow to name a few. A lot of them go over the same kinds of themes, race, pride, poverty, revenge, sexy ladies, people holding them down, stealing, using, success and failure. These things are never done the same way, but I doubt many people would enjoy watching them one after the other. Still on their own they can be enjoyed a good deal. I liked All Eyes On Me.

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.

Week Leak (June 2017 #2)

Hello people,

Here are the questions.

Been applying to jobs? A few.

Any response? Not yet.

Still blogging? A little, but I’m slowing down.

I guess I’ve been drawing a few too many things because the tip of my stylus ended up breaking off this Wednesday so I took a little break. Don’t worry I got a new one. Besides that one thing that happened there is another issue that I noticed with this short break.

This is about the 35th post in the last few months which isn’t too bad, but there is a small problem. These things don’t feel like they are coming out right, and maybe it’s a little early to say but they don’t feel like they are getting much better either. 

This slowness doesn’t mean I’m stopping, but, I’m going to try a few other things as well. Stories and whatever, maybe longer form and more connected comics. I want to keep going, but I also want to get better. I think there is something of a style to the comics but I may tweak them here or there just to see what I like.

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.

Watching ‘The Mummy’

Hello people,

Another movie trip this week. This time I watched another monster movie, which if you read or looked above was the film The Mummy. Starring Tom Cruise.

I liked this film, but that goes without saying. I like just about all movies. But what matters is whether or not I think you like this movie. Uhh… I think you can, if you want to, but it may be tough.

What are the good things about this movie?

The mommy is creepy at times, especially at the beginning and menacing when it needs to be. There are also a deal of underlings that the mummy can spawn using its powers which are also cool in how they move. 

I liked a lot of the Egyptian mythology stuff, which includes the god Set and an underground tomb/prison set in Iraq. Action pieces were also good, especially in the beggining with the warzone and the aeroplane stuff.

The things that I see being troublesome with this movie is the ambition. Some of the shots and sequences aren’t worked on as carefully as they could have been. Some make up effects, character stuff, special effects related and a plot line about Cruise’s connection to the Mummy. The quality of a lot of things shift through the movie where one second they will be very good to the next where there are noticeable differences. The ending portion is a clear indication of this. Things happen in quick succession and alot of interesting ideas are devoured by their execution.

This film sets up what the studio has titled the Dark Universe. What does this mean? Well there are easter eggs that point to the old black and white universal monster movies. The universal monster movies are great and the idea that they will be bringing them back is cool, but watching this movie it seems pretty clear that they aren’t making the same kinds of movies. People who love flicks like Creature from the Black Lagoon or The Wolfman, probably won’t like this movie, at least not for the same reasons.

In total, I am looking forward to more Dark Universe movies, but I think I’m in the segment of people who can enjoy have lower standards. Any monster movies coming down the pike get me pretty excited so a film where the Mummy goes up against Dracula, oooh boy. I remember when Frankenstein, the wolf man and Dracula got into it with those greats Abbott and Costello. 

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.

Week Leak (July #1 2017)

Hello people,

Here are the questions:

Been applying to jobs? Yep.

Any response? Nope.

Still blogging? Still going.

Guess who did good work this week.

Thats right me, at least that’s what they told me. I’ve always had the feeling the only reason I have never been told off is that everyone is sort of scared of me. The only reason they keep me around is because they need a specific number of guards and if nothing else I am dependable.

In the security industry I am kind of what is reffered to as a body.  A static animated corpse who gets to stand in the corner and grunt at people, but things seem to have been changing these past few weeks.

People have been becoming more and more wild and reckless. Intoxication and drink flowing through the streets is getting lapped up by all the animals of the night. The bar I work at has been beset by chaos. And I need to stay vigiliant, or terrified, whichever of the two I have had to keep my eye on every single one of them because at any moment things can kick off and go wrong. For the past few weeks a lot of them have and I’ve been the one in the corner of the bar. So it was my job to seperate who needs seperating and kick who needs kicking. Which isn’t too hard considering I am fat enough and nice enough. There were about five incidents over two weeks that happened right in front of me. Each time I had to get one or both parties out of the place just to stop their death stares at one another.

So the head guard at the club slapped me on the shoulder.

“I’m going to tell you something, you’ve been getting a lot better.”

I nodded my head, confused because someone was talking to me.

“When you first started you were scared and wouldn’t talk to anyone. You’ve been stopping fights, joking with people and doing good work.”

I was sure he wasn’t talking about me, I hadn’t been talking to anyone, not more then I needed to. But I was too busy looking at cars drive by to see if he was laughing at me.

“I’m going to tell the boss and I tell you what I’m going to tell him to increase your pay.” he said.

I was sure he was joking about that part, but the rest seemed genuine enough. I thanked him, said I would keep trying and went back inside.

My pay hasn’t gone up, but I did get a call from my boss.

“A got a message saying you did a good job yesterday.” 

I tried to respond with a ‘cool’ or something but it just came out as a jumbled up mess of mumbles. 

“Keep it up.” he said before hanging up.

So I guess thats how it goes, you getter better at something without even noticing. Maybe I am even better at this blog, neither certainly feels true, but who knows, I guess that’t just a lot more pressure to not go backwards.

Thanks for reading and good luck with everything.