Hey all,

If you didn’t know already through one of my other outlets, I will be a guest of Anime Los Angeles . I will be on three panels — two with my web comic artist, Dave. The Great Space Race is doing well and we get to interview the creator of the comic, VG Cats !

I also am showing the trailer from a Robotech fan film that I am doing voices for. (Not the live action one, this is a CG one made by some hard core fans.)

Here is the link to my bio on their site.  My voice actor friends Kyle Hebert and Julie Rei Goldstein will be there also.

Sorry I haven’t blogged too much on here, my life has been even more turbulent lately than last time I checked in. Hopefully I can blog more for all 8 of you who read this regularly, including my mystery reader, Kira.

Today I also met with a writer who is going to re-write a screenplay I did with my friend Jason Miller and next year we will start bringing it to studios — let’s hope we have success! Man it takes a long time to do things out here.

I really don’t know how this happened. It has been kind of a gradual stalking of my life, where writing has been loping along silently next to me behind the trees, or hidden in a dark alley as I walked by. I knew it was there, but I didn’t realize it was going to pounce.

The Good Old Days

Back before there was this thing called “The Internet”, I would use my computer, connected to a phone line to dial up another computer and talk. This computer hosted a BBS, or Bulletin Board System. You logged on with your cool computer alias, (I’ve had many, starting with “The Weasel” at about 15, then going to “Lone Knight”, “Max Sterling”, “Stephanos”, and recently “Steve Racer.” ) I was addicted to these things; feeling obligated to respond to every single topic (even if it had nothing to do with me or I had nothing constructive to add) and soon became the #1 poster on many of these boards.

Back then the really annoying speak, AOL or Myspace talk, or however you call it, was not as prevalent. We did not compose messages like “r u at hom? wat u doin?” There were a few bad spellers, sure, but we made the attempt. Regardless, I didn’t realize it, but I was writing a lot of words.

College comes along

Then there was college. I loved college because I could schedule my classes when I wanted, which mean after 11 am because I am a night owl. The transition was wonderful from not sleeping enough to sleeping in. Regardless, in college you are required to write. We had something like two or even three required writing courses! Oh, the humanity!

Anyway, so I wrote stuff for my classes, and learned MLA style notation, which apparently you only use in college. I also discovered the Internet (hey, I’m like Columbus!) George Mason University gave us a web page on the college server – so I eventually whipped up the ugliest mess of graphics and text you could imagine. However, this being 1994, it fit right in. I put a few things on my web site, started telling stories.

Working man

“They call me the working man, I guess that’s what I am.” – Rush

Not long after I graduated I decided working a real job sucked so I became a teacher.  

And then, the rest of my blog disappeared

I dunno what happened but the document I sent myself only had half of this blog. So, here’s the rest:

Then I moved to LA and I met people who found out I could write and asked me to write scripts and even paid me so I guess now I’m a real writer. The end.

So, I’m driving along in my car and I hear this song on the radio. It sounds okay, kind of different. Then it gets to the chorus:

Are we human, or are we dancer?

My response was, “What kind of lame crap is this?” So I changed the station. I heard some interesting beat. Then it came to the chorus.

Are we human, or are we dancer?

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When you start out, you don’t have an agent, you don’t have a manager. You have to promote yourself, get yourself jobs, get an internet presence, take classes… everything on your own. So, every time I get a new little bit of anything, a show, a movie, something I wrote — I have to promote it myself. I realize I’m starting to look like a bit of a whore.

With the help of Dictionary.com, I found this:
whore        (hôr, h?r)  Pronunciation Key
n.
1. A prostitute.
2. A person considered sexually promiscuous.
3. A person considered as having compromised principles for personal gain.

And door number 3 is a winner. Okay, maybe I’m not so much compromising principles but advertising myself to my friends and internet neighbors to the point of annoyance. But what else can I do? Take out an ad in the Post? Read More