Tag: E-Side Musings

500 smackeroonis in the pot,
Is what it takes to make History.

I always think about this whenever that scene at the end of Donnie Brasco comes up, and it just feels like nothing-happened the whole movie. Bottle Episodes of film&media that somehow have a par-lay into societal expectations, leisures of conversations, and almost tourist-like feel in speculation that gets stapled like an old receipt on takeout bag – the inevitable difference between “Based on a True Story.” – well, all stories should be true. So therefore, from a media publication point; you’ve made it up.
meanwhile , -inspired-by-real-events; quite in fact, do-be inspired by real events.
Nonfiction vs. Hearsay; I think is the comedian’s lament on a Musing.

Or even the embarrassment of sharing something so factual about yourself in your Art; and being distant to your own self and Art. Horrified at such Honesty; not living with it. Just Honesty.

The worst fear of every season 7.
And Season 6 – a haystack lottery of drafts and uploads and every collection(s) has gotten you here.
Then Collection 7 / Season 7 mainframe-directing; well to WGA standards means you over 3million+ publications in your own name that is either Chaos-Mathematics analyzed or a pen name or some people choose is historical-family name; someone important to them, or someone they’re related to, such as your Mother’s Maiden Name. Or leaving out one of the last names such those a maternal/paternal last name both listed. Which is common, amongst Hispanic and Latine folks and such, and descendants of some pretty coooooll guys and gal, my friend.

I always wonder in all my Chaos, Variety, and Nuance.
My 3 favorite Characteristics-in-Life: which is also please, if you choose those it’ll make me kinda sad because most people ive asked in the questions game don’t have a favorite-characteristic.
The Forensic Psychologist and Therapists and Counselours Lament-Everywhere.
As – it means you haven’t grown to know the human-condition in a mature-sense, yet.

Immaturity is a Huge Thing to cover in Therapy.
In Fact, Therapy doesn’t change your Life – it changes your mindset, teaches you how to cope, and deescalate from panic.
Now I sound like some prolific really tall dude on stage that made you pay $500 for this ticket and 3 hours later – there’s a lot of confetti on the floor.

The Confetti Effect: I proposed at Harvard in 2003.
The Rewards Systems / The Sticker’s Lament vs The Gold-Star.
These are some names and uni-publications I’ve written about.
Sometimes I wonder in the times I was still on-campus touring Universities, accommodate while I was on-tour as a Marine; I always wonder how 20 years later I’m still figuring out and musing on old work of mine.

I want to believe this is the ageing-effect.
Sometimes I’m unsure if it’s maturity.
Until I bi-polyclause myself in very ~mind~huntery~ ways and suddenly I’m in an uncomfortable rabbit-hole bc someone deep-talk-shit-slip in the oddest history and real events.
Then I think about one of pen-names-for-directorship as James Wan; an allusion to my Father and Wan; the Cantonese Term for ‘Pandora’s Box.’
Is based off my work as Excorsior for The Church dealain Milan; that first Church ever created in the World, and ultimately The Church that supports and funds the monument-of-theVatican.
Vaticana Member and Clergy Member; into Leadership/MGMT as Deacon.

And sometimes i feel my-own-parable-of-stress: when I remind myself I’ve only ever written Creative Nonfiction.
And they’re not based – they’re inspired.
And I always think of the digital-switch. Change the channel, a great example is ‘Inter-dimensional Cable’ on Rick and Morty.

And how can I tell someone; now that I’m back to using my name and my old name was Chang-Li; and a lot of people remember her and everyone and their Mother from NY regardless if I’ve seen you since last millennia or not [lmao, EhlersShit(verily.)] since the hole coma thing I’ve finally gotten around to describing besides a witty Lifetime Movie with Reba McEntire or ~it was allll a dream~ which I equate more to like the Thriller MusicVideo or the like East/West Bowl (whatever I named it specifically, that’s a lot o publication to remember all the names) rap videos in Key & Peele.
The Obama-era Show.
What a great time to be alive.
And having came forth and been pretty honesty to daring and fearing-my-own-privacy and Inventor/MadScientist/Freakout we call it in the WGA. Where all the reviews, critiques, lore-hunting, to conspiracy, and hypothesi, whatever – it’s all assumptions to me, because frankly; I wrote it.

Personal Stuff such as some of my favorite shows I’m sorry to admit I really enjoy are:

Dexter
Mad Men
Sopranos
Rick and Morty
Breaking Bad
American Dad
King of the Hill
Family Guy
True Detective
The Walking Dead
MindHunter
YOU
…whatever cheesiness.
Don’t hate me for Game of Thrones.
I’ve heard people like The Prequel much better these days.
Or even asking for a
The Wire
Sequel-request.

Down to Avengers, Guardian of the Galaxy, and anything DC since Dark Knight… even Sony Pictures bc it started with good ol’ petey-boi and all my cranks on shotsin-the-dark I wrote in comics or old works that preceded whatever blink, coma dive, and back around the bend.

Native to Innate on my Shit.

How do I tell you we shoot ONLYSTRICTLY Documentarian style.
Even the Irishmen, The Family, etc.
Everyone loves a Mob Movie and at least most of those are this Millenia for me to cut down the “conspiracy” that anyone in the WGA, and probably enough of SAG at this point have gotten to the ridicule : who’s that baby?
Radio-chop-shot-cheapshot-chapstick: we watch how the public reacts to the Media and the Media kinda like… lets ya down 😦

Nytie-nyte-new. Some ocean. A Yorkie Terrier. PlusberryPieSyndication, and some credit card of a TV Channel: I don’t know how to sit here and read over and over again that “One Writer single-handedly wrote “The Golden Age of TV” well L.A. Confidential was not that long ago for the 90s and apparently the person who wrote that gave you everything since “The Golden Age of Hollywood” then all these conspiracies start movie-to-movie. And frankly, I feel misunderstood.

Why do you like it… and you talk about my work… and you stand there and chat or look at the merch…
“this sucks bro” [I know.]
“Eh, could’ve been better.” [well I agree, but I’m approved for 6 more seasons if you hang in there…]
“Not for me” [not for me either 😦 I’m not allowed to watch it until after Awards Season.]

I think it’s pretty cool my First-Syndication for 21st Century Fox was American Dad bc it’s a personal show and good ol’ Seth MacFarlane kills the game in voice-acting for male-ambigious/male voice and I do everything else and the weird sounds or stupid slang we split or get a friend-peer to hop on for guests.
And well if we’re Crew – we don’t do red carpets or celebrity shit. Hardly a fucking photoshoot – are you kidding me?
I’m a hobbiting-holey-swish-mark-the-cheeses Writer (now that’s old slang).
And I wrote a Rick and Morty episode in context where storyLord comes back and shit and talks about insecurity and lack-of-self-worth nor esteem in one’s artistry and creativity.
Kinda like that scene in Family Guy where it was Matt Damon and Ben Affleck are roommates and one piece of shit works and ones waiting for pizza and their laptop to load.
Deep cut.
But effective nonetheless, as I hope as a WGA-certified Writer and Screenwriter’s Prompt Worker Recruit Adminisher as in – I’m kinda like The Subwoofer Bouncer.
If i like yo shit – you in.
If i don’t – you ain’t gonna run out readmission and credits to turn in to see if you’ll be publicated, sponsored, or sometimes a piece of advice.

Constructive-critiquing can feel too much like I’m failing someone with the same feeling I had of failure. Fearing perfections and banking on passing, qualifying, meeting criteria.
To my worst emotions in Advocacy, my Trauma that doesn’t go away but just lingers somewhere in my brain and soul that’s gotten me through it all into coping and a lil breakdown here and there when it gets to me all with my Agency work, and then it gets complicated.

What can I allow myself in my forefront when I choose no locks or barriers or adempted-blockages in my memory.
I tuned out for so long, having been The Matrix writer,
I sometimes wonder in my own sense of deju vu and deja reve and deja dreamcasts;
If I’ve ever really wrapped on my old projects.

So i’m the lame-asshole that kinda.. Pushes the peers to work harder.
Cinematic-Universe that has now adapted to Multiverse and the first premiere was The Road to The Multiverse; a Family Guy episode.
Even tho I screen-wrote the first 7 Rick and Morty season in 2001 when I was at Cedars-Sinai St. Jude. Terminal with brain cancer and after 9/11 in and out of NY, Cali, and NC.
Playbill states.
I’ll be honest.

I wrote Inception.
I wrote The Wolf of Wall Street.
Does that I mean I know Leonardo DiCaprio? Well shit broh are you decisvely capping me?
He’s one of my best guys.

Don’t trust tabloids.
Don’t shame me for Latency and graphics from over 20 years ago.
And Don’t Shame myself for realizing; I was doing good work as a Kid.
I like it now.
Most of it embarrassed me.
A lot of shit I won’t watch, I’m not ready for, I don’t want to watch again, I’m required or scheduled graphics-moduling and ping-ed.-resolution factors for IT purposes to support the Internet and frankly all of Max I’ve written, all of Hulu I’ve written, and about 96% of Netflix I’ve written. And the rest, is all my lil writing buddies peers friends to partners, husband, some shit like that.

Embarrassing to know that everyone says “Creative Writing is a sense of Mental Illness.”
If you’re an overthinker – take pride that;
One of the things i relate to most: old wise sayings “You’re too smart for your own good.”
Which is great!
Just talk about it in the ways you can sometimes.
Mental-consumption is a thing and usually the preempt to Cancer forming; benign or malignant. I would know. Ya get it once – you got in ya forever.
Is it terrible? Can be.
Do I have a qualitative Life?
Well, I try my best everyday and each day is a new-day and The Glimmer After the Uglies [of Cancer or Disability including Nuerological-Epilepsy] is what gets me going back again.
2 day shitter and I haven’t remembered my head feeling alittle logged on my cochlear side for a while.
All the fluid tilted because I’m frankly that aware.
I always think of that episode of Grey’s Anatomy where Demi Lovato is a guest-star and like scratching her eyes out from a-sort-of Mental-Quake; from hearing her own heartbeat inside.
Then she gets a transplant. I think this was 2009 after the-merger arc and then the hospital-shooting.
All-inspired-By-Real-Events.

I hate to tell ya, or repeat myself.
I only write Creative Nonfiction.
And i think of my spooky worst things i can think of and crime shows.
Blame it on Sam, your grandparents are obsessed with any Law & Order, especially SVU, NCIS [they always love that one, marine-loyalty somehow], Criminal Minds. Even down to like Monk, Sherlock (all of em’), Dracula to mention bc I was actually quite pleased with how that turned out. And then like every Conjuring, Insidious, and Saw – I also wrote.
And I am the despicable person for giving you – The Human Centipede.

The quakes of Forensic Psychology and Frued + Jung won’t get out of my mine when I muse on the worst-possible-outcome.
Then how do I tell you The Human Centipede is the C-side to
A-side: Zootopia
B-side: Hop.

Oh Brothers Grimm,
I also wrote Grimm.

Even like Lucifer, that movie Veronica, Midsommer, Mother!, Hereditary…Slumdog Millionare, Get Rich or Die Tryin’, 8 Mile, to that Alaska Al Pacino movie, forgive me sire; I never remember the name because we’ve worked forever.
Miss annneee hatheways and sandies bullocks [valet Key & Peele arc it]
And I’m like damn bro… you guys like allllll my shit and I got to like change ze name with chaos mathematics and bloom that bitch into bag(I get it)ti.

Then like suddenly – once you’ve met the criteria in the WGA ;
By Collection 6: you’re required 7 months in to start using yo damn legal name.
Church name – Samantha.
Legal Name – Sam.
Birth name – Chang-Li.

‘Spare change for a sandwich, madam”
And I ask roll or biscuit you northern guppie in south swampy.

You remembered me 🙂

And now I’m like; well I’ve listened to everyone and their fucking Mother give me Harry Potter lore .
Yes. I fucking wrote it.
The Hunger Games. Divergent. Rick Rioardan Books (irish spell it, that’s the gaelic spelling but I think on the covers but the title page is that spelling) {I put that Brian Selznick mf everywhere.}
Even down to my first YA Books as Andrew Clements. My favorite childbook author, because well I trust my authors because I chose to represent me and my writing and they were my Muse.
I’m the writer.
What do ya think? Book tours and all that – I don’t wanna do that shit.
I’m an Introvert and i’m gonna fucking social-phobia brank with all these cameras and lights.
Running of the stage hijacked to my first Emmy-win for Season 1 of Sopranos.

That felt good because that was the first show I wrote since my bday in 2000.
And 25 years you guys still like it.
Nice =]

And then I watched it – and I confuse myself.
As this was a “film. Lights, set and boom show” and every other show has been documentarian style – since well: I won a Emmy, I can do that. And I do, do it.

Sorry New Mexico, I gave you High School Musical 2 and Breaking Bad Season 1 in the same summer.
I hope you never forgive me for annoying you and then delightly-cozy Avengers-style-fucking-up-the-city.
And frankly, I think it’s cute when people are an extra or just on the street and like “That’s me, Mom!”
But if you get in my shot and fucking wave or cause a distraction or are hostile towards my crew and cast: saddle up buddy boi.
Everyone here works in Law Enforcement. And we Advocate.
And we got 6-pt.pins with Stars, instead of A Star.
And I choose to be Saccharine.

And sometimes I regret uploading my graphic design
For
Gansu Shrapnel Bush; the only graphic design I got on -this- webpage currently.
I wanted to make a Chapter Arc like when I was addicted to writing Webtoons and shit starting in 2004.
AND THEN THE STORIES WOULD COME ALIVE ON CARTOON CITY AHHHH.
The like off-brand Kingdom Hearts which is like off-brand-name-brand of Final Fantasy to me, and I’m like well I made those too.

And that’s why I wonder if it’s only writers or people interested in music that understand how having a B-side or an A or C, is how professional writing is publicated.

Like the best example, that some fandom nerds would probably want to know is:
A-side: Harry Potter.
B-side: Divergent.
C-side: The Hunger Games.

And how blissed am I to tell you my teachers got a whole lot of reading logs on me reading my own shit and I can speed-read about 3 pages acknowledingly in a minute and if I scrub like that Nerd with his finger down-caressing? The page? And he’s like flipflip* “done.” I can do that, but I don’t feel very detailed. That’s how I synopsis shit.
Then i prefer the nerd dude in the HalloweenTown 4, the fucking Conventry, some shits coronation. And a lot of people preferred it or thought it sucked.
Thanks, Kids.
I love Honesty.
And I love being Honest-with-Me.
That i know I could do better.
Because Latency is at least 7 years ago!!!

It’s very rare to have an instant-upload. And it seems
Everything, Everywhere All at Once
The shitty novel I told my coworkers about that I said I’d finally write a book and it was 15 chapters and I hated it but was kinda obsessed in a nostalgic-fan-fictiony way musing on the funny ways my partners and my husband and I run into each other bc we’re like vehemently working Undercover or Under Contract or simply U/C.
And I C U, and U C ME. and somehow.
That’s a funny way to cut a joke.
That’s how a Comedy/Tragedy is made.
Everyone thinks they’re called that or Theatre Masks, well they’re called Fascimile Flimsy Twins in translated-contextual-Italian.
When in Mother-Tongue they’re called -terri-aeana-
Something Natives and Old Heads would probably like to hit.
Kinda like finding any way of punctuating Human _ Nature.

And then the Guy Fawks Mask – is honesty. The C-side.
And the C-side is always inspired by Real Events.
The B-side is what you actually wrote.
The A-side: that’s what everybody else wants – not you.

It’s hard to stretch one’s self thin in creativity to meet these creative matches.
I always think of again,
The lameass Family Guy scenes where like Brian is like “yeaaahhh, it’s screenwriter software”
Wtf is that – ? ???
I don’t use it. It’s just Deep-L and in the Writer’s Guild only to usage.
Same with Illusionists and those cutaway boxes, and we write cutaway gags.
And those gags becomes easter eggs, and all these editions are written on flimsy punctuating and changing paragraphs around.
Then like : you got your A, B, Cs.
Then the E-side: your heads up in the air.
Those are Dreams.
And that’s what Prose is about .. contextual, abstract, hopes, wishes, wants, fears, desires; that’s what you want.
And Poems- are the Key of G.

Rhyme dat shit.

And once you can play a whole octave – you’re a soprano.
You’ve been a celebrity – ah, you addict-to-falsetto. You’re a Tenor.
And if you’re tenacious and used the D-sword purple in Saints Row: welcome to Bass.
Baritone: you like horror movies.
And Contralto – is the E-side.

I’m a Contralto.
I’ve moved a lot from Soprano.
It was only the beginning.

And I’ve been writing the Golden Age of Hollywood since.
Another ticket in the bucket, and one day – some really good fucking groceries.
History is continuously made, everyday.
There’s nothing proud about it, just is what it is.
And somehow – I earned it.

Take that into negative/contextual/ambiguois/positive/rudimentary aspects : now you get to make Memes.
And dunk on yo own shit.
And you aint got NFTs.
I got Memes.
Don’t be watermarking my shit.
Yo IP tracked,
And I be like running the dept
O IT.
Got it?
Oggle it?
Peruse?
Then Snooze?
Welcome, and take a Cruise.

You can do both.
And E-side, a C-side Muse. {The Recruiter’s Lament translated into E-side.}

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And it’s just that easy.
Long-time too.
Fuck, I feel like I didn’t write anything… but I did!
Ya gotta type this shit out buddy boi only the Moderator uses Deep-L. What a nerd.
I do be loving that movie War Games though.
Fly Boys was cool.
And now we’re back to DiCaprio… my favorite Emmy-winner of recent time since all my American Dad shit and whatever.

The Fool (.)

+_
Ps. Do some of my Movies i’ve written scare the living fuck out of me?
Fuck yes, they do. What the hell be going in that damn brain, man.

And that’s the wrap up to : Writer’s Block Edition [Comedy-Gold.] {also known as, I’m so good at my job I get awards all the time and tell no one and get gifted in food and electronics bc I don’t make fucking money. I’m a Philanhropist, Kid. You gotta be a Psy.D World Traveler for that shit, and frankly. The Fall Guy.} (which is sometimes a Gal too! And all that shame and boohoo – tragedy gold. And coal for primetime too. Then oero when you got satiric about it. And when you got spooky and kitsch, call it sweat-n-fish – you’re Noir In Norway. I wonder why I want to be a Girl with a Dragon Tattoo (i Wrote that too!)

Apparently my most requested comeback for another another arc, like Star Wars.
You don’t like The Force Awaknes, but love The Mandalorian.
Fuck you guy. I wrote both. Wtf. And you don’t think The Empire Strikes Back is the best one, and Rogue One didn’t make you cry???

You probably think J.K. Rowling is a blonde, british lady when frankly she’s always been an Asian-Dualcord-Brunette the whole fucking time and the UK has always been contempuously-acknowledging of that (to defeatingly heated through Loyalty somehow, which means the world to me) and that’s why Europe didn’t play your games. And attention gained you Defamation Suits and TMZ re-boots. To your shitty prying gold-digging life.

Try me, bitch.
I’m Gridlock.
You’re not gonna steal my Art.
And you think you know everything.
Well – no.

And that’s pretty much why it sucks to have fans and I rather be Almost Famous my whole life instead of Beetle-swarmed Hometown Hero and Do that Thingggg You dooooo!

?!?!? So what I’m saying is : a “celebrity author” doesn’t exist.
That’s a gold-digger.
And “ophiles” I don’t trust you… like Japanophiles.
That’s weird. And you give Historians a badname.
And sometimes you wonder… if someone got wired or Weird about it.
And the Most Massive Inside Joke of all time is : I don’t even know you.

Evil-Dopplegangers like Butch Robin.
Identity Thiefs like anything Mellisa McCarthy is in.
And frankly – assholes.
I’ve been London Tipton’d at my own party before, I promise.
Why?
I’m the fake paparazzi watching you shoot-yourself-in-the-foot with my badge on my belt and you don’t notice while you pose and smile and sell yourself short to the world and no individuality or creativity to boot.
Never read a book.
Never watched the show – you got banned off The Internet awhile ago.
And you try to steal my shit bc “Michael Jordan signed this Yearbook.” I live in NC – no he did not.

Anyways.
In-through-the-Backdoor.
And it seems like The Borromean Rings
On all those Led Zeppelin covers… never really died out.
They’ve just had a long-distance tune-up through Time;
And along with Wu-Tangin’ The Media,
I’m gonna Short-your-Crowd.

Fucking Phony.
It’s shameful that I gotta hate my work so much or my art or fashion and sneaker design. Bc of trends.
And you don’t get it.
Bc you’ve never seen it.
And you will gain popularity for nothing.

I scrub Social Media every so often and I wonder “What’s the Use?”
Great Mac Miller Song.
And that’s pretty much the lore of how
Richard Millear makes fantastic watches.

East-side + County & a-West-side-Gum
On the bottom of your shoe.
Feels like seeing the wrong fans or audience or liking.
Berserk fans creep me out. I’ll say it.
And that’s why I don’t talk about writing Anime.
Ya know.
And that’s why Myspace and 4chan got taken down a long time ago.
Resort yourself before your shoreuoahelu yourself – I think you need help.

Interstellar Deacon to In-cellular Gridlock Agent.
I really don’t want to be “your” Miss Congeniality or the public’s.

It’s just Sam.
I’m really tired of talking about writing in Ubers.
And I only leave in public to go grocery shopping with my parents.

It sucks – yeah.
And nowadays.
We only go On-Base.
Why?
They’re not gonna disrespect their Altoioont.
And frankly, the Monty Python Holy Grail
Tithtee’ying’on of my fellow Marines in a comedy-cadence streaming past my register doing nose-goes was kinda the best thing I’ve seen in someone recognizing me
And not sexualizing me or gratifying me like I’m not a person.
That’s pretty shallow and low.

Don’t thrift Camis, Thrift Sweats.
And you too – wont’ get ran out of someone else’s home nor town.
Trust me – don’t come perusing in NC if you ain’t got credentials.
The Road Only Leads Back Home.
And frankly, Those Are Private.

Have Caution and Constancy when you speed by my house taking pictures and I’m petting my cats and checking my mini-fridge or giving them food or just crack the windows and sitting for a moment to know there’s a world out there.

And uh, also.
I was the 2008-2016 Campaign Manager, therefore I belong to The-President’s-Cabinet.
I’m not alone.
I’m a Service Worker.
And no secrets, in how I can tell a haircut from a hat and how you’re my coworker.

And some asshole trying to take a picture or me or sit outside my house – it ain’t a community watch.
It’s Called Agent.

So yeah.
If you think you can “Bodygaurd” or “Selena” me bc I get death treats all the time or told “I’m going to call the police on you.”
Go ahead, and I’ll tell you their badge number.
I don’t have one.

It’s 1018 or 007.
America or Britan.
So yeah, watch yaself.
Be cordial, and take caution.

You ain’t from around here, huh?
Sounds so funny, when table holds the gun.
And you think you got ammo on me.
Not quite, but I do persist.

Oscar Wilde “shoots-on-site round here”
And that pearl-of-a-girrrl is somehow still a wild thang’
And it aint horses or zebras or elephants leading command-parade.
It’s me, you asshole.

It ain’t a Cat or Mouse.
You’re Human-Garbage.
It’s notjail you think you’re going to.
It’s Brackish-Water.

And I’ll leave it that.
Call me:

The Snappy-Crab.
Because these lil-turtle-shits do a damn good job round here.
And frankly – jumpsuits are very antagonizing aren’t they in those custodian suits 🙂

And sometimes I still think about everytime we set him on Fire in that film.
I’m the girl that can get the key in before Michael Myers walks to your doorstep.
[only to just let the dude inside or he climbs through the Attic-Grate.]
I’ve been a Carpenter too 😀

So yeah – don’t be an asshole.
None of us feel like driving to Fort Lox just because you wanted to sell a $25 picture to TMZ of me eating.
You’re fucking weird bro.
Leave me alone.

Your aura reeks like Stool.