Monday, July 29, 2019

Pierwalker Log: July 29, 2019

Writing start: 9:12 A.M.
Finish: 2:55 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 300
Edited (est.): 14200

1. Failure: Off till 8/5

2. Book Three Melody: Off till 7/31

3. Angel: Book Three: Sixth primary edit of chapter three

4. Random Chance Book Two: Third primary edit of chapter three

5. Port Story: Sixth primary edit of chapter three

6. Hidden Bookmarks: Read-through of chapter two

7. LOTR: 300 new words
Notes: Maybe another day--or two--to finish this chapter.

8. T-Bag: Read-through of chapter eight

Special Projects: Worked on "Looking Out Her Bedroom Window" (Melody BIII).

Extra notes: Christopher Eccleston was the first Doctor after Dr. Who was rebooted way back in 2005. He stayed only one season, which was sad, because he was great. He really set the standard for David Tennant and all who followed him, and I always look forward to seeing him again once we start another rewatch of the series.

He ranted a few days ago on his Instagram, which was uploaded to YouTube. Take a look.

Eccleston wishes what I constantly do about so many people and their uncaring attitude and total unconsciousness towards this world--that he hopes Nature will exact her revenge upon them.

I can't help but hope she does as well.

I find it beyond belief--I really do--that people haven't woken up to the stark reality facing them. Facing us all.

Or worse: that they don't care, or, like Trump supporters, actively working to bring it on faster and even harsher.

What's even more astonishing to me is that so many have children, which means, quite clearly, that they do not love them.

Which makes me wonder: Why the fuck did they have them in the first place?

I never had children. It wasn't that I didn't want them; sometimes I did. But these days?--not at all. Today I'm grateful as fuck I didn't have them. Not because, as it so happens, I wouldn't have been able to take care of them due to lifelong poverty, but because I think, given the dire situation this planet is in, having children in this day and age is borderline immoral.

The only reason I don't come out and say it straight up--having children is immoral--is my sense of optimism and faith, both ever thinner, that homo sapiens sapiens will wake the fuck up and save themselves and the planet. That there will be a world worth living in for the children growing up today. That it won't be wracked by total environmental collapse, world war, starvation, entire regions of the planet becoming uninhabitable, and billions dying. If you think all of this is over the top, then you are point-blank ignorant, fuckwad, and I pray fervently and nightly for your kids, God fucking grant that you don't have any.

I know I've turned people off with these rants. They don't want to read them, or respond to them. They don't want to feel that anger, rage, and desperation. They want to go on living their suburban unlives, blissfully blinkered and unaware, posting cat photos to their Facebook feed and shopping online, fussing over hairstyles and clothes, watching sports and paying their mortgages, watching the evening news and somehow thinking that it's not designed to brainwash them into accepting unthinkingly a lifestyle designed specifically to keep them fast asleep, taking their vitamins and patting their children on the head for passing Algebra, cutting the grass and picking up the dog doo weekends, taking up some hobby and dyeing their hair, vacationing summers along the coast and not considering even once that the oceans are dying, consuming their lives away and thinking that they are sane.

But they are not sane. And because they are not, and because they refuse to sane up, the planet is just about totally bollocking fucked. And so are their children--whom they claim to love but in fact do not.

These rants will never go away. They are, many times, my only outlet against this insanity.

Those who agree with them--you're the ones I want visiting here. The rest of you? Go give those children you claim to love but clearly do not a long, tight squeeze. Because unless we as a species undergo a massive spiritual, economic, and political revolution--right fucking now--those kids you claim to love but do not are going to have one nasty motherfucking future.