Fucking day job is zapping my energy. So I’m on energy management right now. More content is coming but I’m feeling the energy squeeze. But….
fuck it. I will be continuing on. I hope your enjoying the content so far and thank you for reading.
warm regards
Guardiandogg
I started this year out not knowing what I was going to do or write about. I just had a theme in mind.
To be honest and to service my bit of humor and lyrical impassioned poetical tongue to a would be travelor on the roads of the interwebs.
Truth is what I deal in. Blunt force of will truth to say what I say and stand on it and also to find a bit of humor to share with you (the reader) of leisure and every day habit, the joy I find in my mother tongue.
The joy of the song bird language.
What you are witnessing is my metamorphosis ongoing. This year were the first steps to it. Next year?
Well?!
I finally figured out how to do the fucking podcast shit on my phone. Fucking hell! Some times I annoy myself by how fucking slow it takes me to pick up on certain shit. But, I have picked it up. I just need a theme for my podcast. Honest to blood, bone and truth to my Bardic soul I just want to keep doing what I’m doing at random spilling my soul and perceptive of the modern day times that have gone to the fucking doggs.
But. I need to tell a tale. I feel it now it pulls me to me to that place of my imagining. That place of Cybernetic watching eyes. Heavy Metal music blaring in a flying crusier’s on board radio as a blond hair Samaria light sword carrying solo is on a mission of vengeance racing down the sky ways to meet his destiny in the tower of blood.
hmm. Cyberpunk dreams are calling to me. Whispering of what could be a fun time. Cyberpunk dreams will be the name of my podcast to be.
warm regards
Guardiandogg
The movie scared the shit out of me as a kid. Now. I feel differently. I truly do think Little Shop of Horrors is a work of messages crafted brilliantly about archetypes of monsters.
i won’t go into the story so much because well it’s been done and I don’t care to. The messages behind the story are what I woke up this morning thinking about because I have an idea for a story swimming in my head.
I’ve told stories of people I liked. People I respected. Now I have an idea of story about a character I want to hate. A character that starts out small but for a little beast at his side. The beast is called Envy.
The beast is cute in the beginning if not a little strange to look at. It doesn’t feed on sunshine or water. It feeds on desire and want. It begs to be fed. It pleads with it’s master.
“Feed me.” Envy pleads in a voice of cute little child.
The master is beholden to it’s pet. He must feed it. He most take care of it. He must feed it with desire after desire until the beast grows larger. The beast needs to be feed something more. Something larger.
images and violent thoughts swim in the master’s head. Of the man he hates. Of the man with the girl he desires. Of the money he desires.
“Feed me.” The beast speaks in a deep voice and whispers plans into his master’s head.
My story wouldn’t be a pleasent in for the Master of Envy. The female he desires would be the element for his demise.
warm regards,
guardiandogg
I woke up thinking about The movie Real Genius and thinking about the city life of young kids and how they learn shit. How can I make that interesting or engaging to read.
I can spell it all out in one post or I can gather it all out from a story about one child’s raise to adulthood in the city state. I also have the option of splitting it up between two prospectives.
I’ll save that for next month.
Newark isn’t like our world entirely. There are no public schools or private universities. Information is a marketal valuable item to be sold, traded or stolen. Education i.e. the means to getting the bag or eb credits. That can be gained by private tradesmen or family trades passed down through the family.
The theme for Cyberpunk’s world is survival and finding your place in the world by skill, will and dominace. There are no free rides. Everyone has to earn respect and their own place in the world.
warm regards
guardiandogg
An idea was presented to me in a video I recently watched by a writer/YouTuber. How about writing a novel or short story a month. I like it. I want to keep also experimenting and learning different styles of writing and storytelling.
I have not read Beowulf. I want to re-read books I loved in my childhood. I also want to read and study Michael Moorcock shit.
Blogging wise, I have one more month until the end of the year. I might try to do something special poetry wise.As always I will seek to make fun of our modern day weird as days gone to the fucking doggs.
Holy shit. Hasn’t this year been a year that has gone fucking nutballs crazy. I still find it funny. We have three more years of delusions from media doped up digital dreams.
The fucking ride doesn’t end. Still thankful for all the likes and such.
You remember that Time Emma Watson tried to make people believe mastubating was a new type relations… – https://wp.me/p7E2DJ-AA
Good shit.
I got a headache and I feel like shit. But, every time I see a like for that shit I LMAO. I think it’s the best post of the fucking year I wrote because it happened and my brother Red finally cracked a fucking smile at a juke I just came up with on the spot.
Holy shit. Can you imagine in fifty years. Some young dude surfing the internet finding my blog posts. What’s this asshole saying about my sweet old favorite grandma actrist. He then looks the shit up and finding a video of Emma Watson saying the shit and then pissing himself with laughter.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Definition of..
Dialectical thinking refers to the ability to view issues from multiple perspectives and to arrive at the most economical and reasonable reconciliation of seemingly contradictory information and postures. (Google page)
Example: Chill out chicka it was a prank. I recorded the whole set up for YouTube and explained the prank. I know it looks like a prank. That means it worked.
Definition of..
A binary opposition is a pair of related terms or concepts that are opposite in meaning. Binary opposition is the system of language and/or thought by which two theoretical opposites are strictly defined and set off against one another. (Wikipedia)
Example: That fucking bitch is cheating on me. I found the fucking panties in our car and a open condom wrapper. I don’t care if he said it was a prank for YouTube. That’s fucking bullshit cover story. He’s been acting shady all week.
Anyway.
I’ve just been having thoughts on these two lines of thinking. In relation to the Rittenhouse case. It really is a case of binary vs the dialectic thinking models.
People were told alot about Rittenhouse and his behavior and led to think and believe that he broke the law by transporting a firearm across state lines. He’s white. Did you hear me when I said he’s white. (The bullshit)
I was told the same shit. My only questions are. Yeah. 1. I was told that but can that be proven? 2. How do people even know for a fact he actually did carry a gun across state lines beyond someone telling you he did? 3. Why is he guilty because a mob started chasing him?
These questions are seen as signs of an attack by binary thinkers. Once something is held to be fact in their minds it can’t be changed by hearing a different perspective.
You see it may or may not be true that he carried a gun across state lines. I don’t know. I wasn’t there. Again. That’s not even the whole spectrum of the issues. I can only go by the evidence and logical dialectic arguments of the likely scenario of what happen. Not what makes the basic sense but what is logical baring my own feelings on the issue.
Binary thinkers can listen to the counter perspective but not hold any of that perspective to be true or possible. The line of thinking is these are the steps that lead me to believe the one possible fact. I can’t be wrong.
For myself I am not a pure dialectic thinker. I have moments when I act on the binary (this is it) line of thinking but then I question it later.
I know one thing to be true. I could be wrong. I could be mistaken. I could have seen it wrong.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Well it’s complete for most part. I hope a few people enjoyed the ride. I had to give you one nut buster in the end.
Now what now?
I’ll to sit down some time on my days off to see how many words the completed book is but over all I’m proud of the work.
Oh. I wrote a Epilogue to this shit but I’ll put that in the completed work. I might even add some subtext reason for why Bran and his brother are fire elements. Once again….this isn’t magic.
They would have been normal but for the other aliens fucking with their time line and history.
Anyway. Next goal is to complete my other book project with in the next few months. I’ll be buying a microphone and doing audiobook shit later.
Big projects in line for next year. I think I might do nanowrimo next year but a little different.
Real quick though. For the reading order it is as follows>
ACT 1
JDMO
Part 1 to part 7
Orgins part 1
Part 8 to 9
Origins part 2
Part 10
ACT 2
LAW & NOMAD
Part 11 to Final
The commentary blogs and my thoughts on the story are not part of the book.
Overall it was a fun ride. I experimented a lot and I forced myself to write scenes that needed to be written in order for you (the reader) to understand how the charecter is like on a human level and to understand the level of pain life can throw at you and how it changes you.
Still though. JDMO was my ode to action movies, Bladerunner and classic tales I read and watched as a kid and adult. It may seem silly but fuck it we need a little silly and fun entertainment without some ass clown trying to preach to us about whatever.
So….Stars Wars is dead. It’s time for us to make Cyberpunk great again. I started it’s your turn now.
Happy November’s 💋
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Chapter 22
Nobody
Now!
I pushed Jason’s back and he picked up his daughter throwing her to Angel’s arms.
Jason and his brothers took off into the portal as Angel and Rain carried Goldy out the door. I made sure the bomb was set to give them enough time to leave before it went off.
I took off into the portal. Following them inside. Cy met me on the otherside frowning at me. I put a finger to his lips and took his hand as we followed them.
C. I. set up something. I had no idea but Cy had to see it.
We raced through the factory to the lab in the back past the android security guards that were left. The Judge guy was ripping through the metal men like paper with his arm and using it as a shield as he fired his P9.
They made it to the lab to find Cole Cash being in a heated battle with Rembrandt that he was losing badly. Dr. Jackson was dead on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The whole building was coming down. They only had minutes to wrap this shit up and get out of the building in time.
Shadows moved behind us. I turned to see five Rembrandts coming up behind Jason and his two brothers.
Shit.
I tapped Jason’s shoulder. He turned leaping into battle with the Rembrandts. Swan and Tomahawk joined the battle.
They were outnumbered. They needed an edge. I snapped my fingers and threw my sword toward them my style sword and fighting style were now engrained in their culture.
I turned to Cy to seem grinning like a fool. “You just changed the game. I like. Now let’s see what C. I. has set up.” He said pointing to a battle being raged between Judge, Cash and their enemy.
Rembrandt was fast and a strong warrior but Judge and his brother were deadly fighters taking blows and lasting longer then they should.
Judge was smashed in face with a fist. His glasses in pieces. He fell down to his side. Rembrandt grabbed his throat and squeezed as Cole on the floor grabbed his ankle.
“We ain’t done fucker.” Cole said setting Rembrant’s leg on fire with his elemental powers.
Rembrandt laughed kicked him away and choked Judge. “The Rafe boys are finally going to meet your dear sweet mother in hell. You got me good but I took your mother, arm and now I’m taking your life. You should have stayed in the dregs. Twice the failure.”
Judge opened his eyes. They blazed with elemental fire. “Not this time fucker.” He said and blasted Rembrandt in the face with elemental fire.
Judge pushed his power to max eating into Rembrandt’s body until he was dusk. Judge then covered his eyes with his hands falling down.
Cole and the warriors came over to Judge as he coughed up blood and smiled at Cole. “I got a female now. You should meet her. This is her famil-” Judge passed out.
Cole sighed and then frowned as they heard something beeping in Judge’s jacket. Cole looked inside and found the device C. I. Put there.
Cy stared at the device. His mouth was open as it suddenly activated and transported all of them out of the building as it exploded in fire storm.
Cy and I walked away traveling in time to a moment when Judge was in the hospital sleeping in bed. C. I. Appeared in the room and Judge woke up.
He smiled at him. “Hey. Nice to see you. Your looking good.”
C. I. nodded. “I just came by to see how your doing. You look like shit but your smiling.”
Judge nodded. “I’m going on a vacation with my female. I got a week off my day job. Thanks by the way on saving my ass.”
C. I. shrugged. “No thanks needed. You want to know the reason.”
Judge shook his head. “No. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry my people had a hand in stealing your shit and such.”
C. I. waved away his apology. “Your straight up, Judge. The only man I’ve ever met that wasn’t full of shit or judgemental at the same time. I’ll see ya.” He said and disappeared.
Cy stared not blinking for several hours. Time passed until Judge got out the hospital.
He watched as his brother and female picked him up from the hospital and they went to the out lands laughing and telling family stories.
Cy turned and met C. I as he was walking out of Newark. C. I. Held up his hand. C. I. slapped him a high five.
He turned to me. “Game over. You win. Lightning Blaze.”
I frowned. “What the fuck kind a name is that?”
Cy rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you not be a bitch for once.”
End?
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
The simulation is in full swing. Everybody’s eyes are being directed to the biggest problem. The biggest scandel of the 21 century…
Kyle Rittenhouse?!
Isn’t that story over and done? Na’aw son. Look deeper. Look longer. Don’t look at….
Pause.
It’s weird. It’s all to weird to me though I know the reason for it. This misdirection of attention on a court case that had no business being a court case. That had no logical stance on being won.
Still people desire me to care beyond a few moments of thought.
This simulation is crazy.
Anyway,
The fix was on to draw your attention away from the list as follows:
Ahmaud Arbery > A strange of man running while black while chased by rednecks in a pickup truck.
Joe Biden > Afghanistan loss and leadership failure. Forced vaccine mandates. Tanking economy. Supply chain problems. Inflation. Old as dirt and evil ass puppet on a string controlled by goble dumbasses in white dresses and pig’s blood hair dye and nail polish. media whores trying to start the fires for a fucking race war for ass and cash etc…
Oh and winter is coming soon….
Wait. That doesn’t matter. Rittenhouse is the worse thing to happen sense…Rittenhouse.
The clown cap parade continues for three more years of this shit. Check your calendars we’re headed into the fucking 2030s with swords, guns and masks to avoid catching the black plague of dumbasses that believe in fucking American cocain digital dreams.
I’m the hopeful one in a realistic future of few if outright no simulation digital dreams.
Fucking hell!
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Chapter 21
Bran
We arrived at the authorities station front doors with the warriors tribe from the trailer park parking their vehicles out front.
It was evening and quiet. To quiet. I got out the cruiser watching as Goldy got out of her adopted father’s truck hauling Goldie with her by the arm. It started to rain lightly as it became dark.
I walked toward the station and opened the front door. An officer with his cap down nodded to me as he walked past me out the door. I noticed the side arm he had wasn’t a P9.
I had seen it before. I stopped him with a look. “Hey Chris. Did you get your man?”
He stared at me and nodded. “Yeah. I got him and I had to terminate him though and his operation. I got into a bit of row with Barney about it. He said I would have to take it up with you for a judgement sense you became an offical judge. Congratulations.”
I smiled at him. “Thanks Chris. The big Boss said I could keep my day job though so I’m happy about it. My judgement is simple. Evidence points to guilty then Barney will have to deal with the consequences. Are we closing down early for a donut run?”
Chris laughed and nodded. “Yeah. It’s my birthday. I’m treating everybody at Jonesboro donuts. We got a couple of people inside afraid of what you’ll say about closing down for the night. They kinda hurt my feelings.”
I patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry Chris. I’ll get em on out for your party.”
Chris nodded. “I’ll see ya.” He said walking away.
Goldy frowned at his profile. I whistled to her waving her inside. “Quit looking at other men and get your fine self in here so we can end this shit.”
Goldy blinked in surprise at me but then grinned and hurried on as her family cat called and laughed. I held open the door for Goldy as she dragged her clone inside.
I walked on a head though once they were inside. The station wasn’t that busy and their were more then a few officers inside. I crossed my arms over my chest and stood in the middle of the station until all eyes were on me.
“Alright. We’re closing up early tonight. It’s Chris’s birthday. He wants everybody to head on down to our spot and have a donut on him. All the pickpockets and non-violent criminals can go. The shitbags stay the night in their cages.” I said and headed to the lab while everyone rushed to get out of the station.
I led the way into the lab to find Barney and Julia on the floor tied up and their bodies electrified. I stepped over them toward a the far wall behind them. I could see any buttons or switches hidden. I turned looked at Goldie. She flinched.
“Open the door.” I said.
Goldy shoved her clone over toward the computer. She entered a few codes into a keypad and a door slid open in the wall to a walkway leading a portal of light.
“Miss Goldie. You can leave now. We have no use for you.”
Goldie stared at me. “What?”
Goldy took a hold of her chin. “This is the only chance I’m giving you. Don’t you fuck it up. Don’t fuck with my life again. Make one of your own.” She said before kissing her on the head and shoving her out the door.
Goldy got out her gun as I drew my P9 and stepped through the portal.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
