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(no subject) [Nov. 10th, 2005|02:16 am]
Jim Stark
I found myself in the center of downtown St. Petersburg tonight. I did so, however, because I work there, not by sheer chance or coincidence. So there I was, at the Sunglass Hut, which isn't a hut at all so much as an actual retail store, from the hours of about three PM to about nine PM. It was at about seven PM when the events that even make this short story worth telling transpired.

This old couple...well, old doesn't really do them justice I suppose, when they seemed late forties at best. So I greet this middle aged couple, probably around mid to later forties, that comes into the store tonight. The gentleman, a heavier set guy, he's looking for some Oakleys; Juliet's, no, XX's to be exact, which happen to be a quite large, metal framed Oakley. He sees our only pair and tried them on, commenting politely on how they're twenty five dollars cheaper than when he bought his. His wife came over to where he was, commented on the glasses, and then tried on similar, yet smaller styles, to which they each compared and contrasted her look from one pair to another. Her husband turned toward the other side of the store and said back to her, "see anything you can't live without?" He asked this twice, I believe, the first time met with no real response, and the second time to a simple, "nope, I'm good." In any event, it was a fun scene as they seemed quite happy together. She walked down the aisle, if it can even be called that in a roughly twenty two foot by fourteen foot store, and came slowly to the clearance glasses then to the watches which followed.

A couple minutes had passed by now, and her husband ended up cutting slowly across the center of the store to approach her from behind, seemingly trying to peer at what she peered. He said to her one last time, as if to let her know anything in the store she desired, if even on a whim, could be hers, "see anything you can't live without?" She turned around to face him, putting both her arms over his shoulders as I tried to avert my gaze, and said quite simply...

"Yup."
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(no subject) [Oct. 28th, 2005|01:38 am]
Jim Stark
I usually never do these stupid things, but I found this on Joe McCue's MySpace page and it actually looked interesting, as it related to senses of humor.

It seems pretty accurate, and I'd be quite interested to see what anyone else gets. I'll admit, I did find myself literally laughing out load at the four pictures of the cats.

Some Humor Survey. Sill somewhat interesting, despite the fact that it's a quiz of sorts.Collapse )
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(no subject) [Oct. 27th, 2005|02:16 am]
Jim Stark
So here it is. The gist, as it were.

For those who don't know, my friend and co creator, Jeff Niesen and myself have undertaken creating a comic. Yes, a comic book; in theory a monthly publication containing stories told through pictures and words. I have some concept drawings and excerpts posted in my MySpace blog, however for my Livejournal friends and family, those whom I dare not force the trials and tribulations of "the space" on, I thought it a good idea to post more here. In addition, I felt that this would be a more personal outlet, as MySpace is primarily a badge of sorts, a way to show off one's pictures, comments, technical specs, etc., where as Livejournal, by definition, is a vehicle rooted in dialogue: the only real reason people are on Livejournal are to read, or at least I would assume.

I apologize if you've seen these images before. I'm dying for something new, but Jeff seems to be taking his time (Ha! I kid buddy, I kid). A few years back I began writing a screenplay, many of you might know about this, and I got a good ways into it; not too far, but what I had I thought, and was told, was decent. I think a lot of this is going to be loosely based off of that screenplay, perhaps. Especially the general dialogue and interactions. I'm going to post two pages, random pages really, containing some of the dialogue. I think some of this dialogue in particular is directly borrowed from a conversation Anthony and I had once at a Bennigans way back when. I'm sure he'll know what I'm referring to.

That's about it, I suppose. I hope you guys like what you read, and if not, you'll give it a chance anyway if and when it ever gets published. I hope this is a good step in the right direction as far as being more open and social goes. We'll see though. As usual, feedback is always appreciated.

The BeginningCollapse )
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(no subject) [Oct. 25th, 2005|06:04 pm]
Jim Stark
Maybe I should update more.

We'll see. I'd like to say I've turned over a new leaf so to speak, or have begun to in any case; things such as these take time. I've realized I have a good amount of friends on here, and even more so on the socio-abomination that is MySpace (don't get me wrong, I love the thing; it's like the boyfriend that abuses you, but you keep going back to. "He promised it was the last time," you'd say, but I digress). I've come to a lot of conclusions recently, say over the last month or two, and it's made me wonder how many of these "friends" are genuine, or by another token, how many wish to be. I've tried to bridge gaps between myself and certain people, and I've realized there is more distant than I initially thought there was between certain others: I have a hard time watching people close to me be so self destructive, poor friend as this might make me. I believe I regret this, but not to a fault. Sometimes my efforts were just plain in vain, yet I know in the past that others' efforts toward me were similarly in vain; for this reason, I fault no one. In all honesty I sometimes just wish I knew the motives of some, as sometimes things seem nonsensical or just plain rude, but again, I don't fault anyone for this as each person's motives were their own. Regardless as to all this, I'd like to try and be a better friend, in the sense of more involvement, to anyone interested. If you have no interest in this, then you should ask yourself why I'm on your friends list to begin with. This isn't meant as a low blow, or a cheap shot, I'm posing a serious inquiry as it wouldn't seem logical; maybe now is the time to stop pretending, eh? I'm not entirely convinced this post will get many comments, or change many minds. I know everyone has a lot on their plates, but this is something that has been eating at me for some time, some new beginning of sorts. Just for the record, I have no hard feelings toward anyone

On a totally unrelated note, I pose a question to you all, those who would have read this far. Today, and yesterday at that, felt amazing. It was perhaps the coolest day, this side of the end of summer, thus far. It makes me wonder though, being familiar with certain sciences more so than others, what causes this? Of course it's the tilt of the Earth, and the fact that throughout the year we get farther and farther from the sun, but I find it hard to believe that one day could make such a dramatic difference. As though we tilted just so to dramatically change the temperature an entire ten or so degrees or more; I say this under the assumption that the Earth is spinning constantly, otherwise my query is invalid. Does this make sense? Being as the Earth is spinning at a constant rate, how would the temperature change not be constant as well. If anyone has any insight to this, now is your time to shine.

I hope everyone is well.

Sincerely,
Frank S Preston, Esquire.
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(no subject) [Mar. 2nd, 2005|05:20 am]
Jim Stark
An array of shapes were spread out before him; spheres, cylinders, cubes, rectangles... He knew not their purpose nor how they came to be, but he felt compelled to do something, as if he did know what they were there for, or why they had been placed there. He took the key, inserting it into himself, and slowly opened the door, blowing away any stray cobwebs that remained. He took hold and stared for a few minutes, pondered what this object had been doing all this time. He came to many conclusions, none of them too flattering, and decided it was best to see what it could do rather than what it had been doing. He placed it atop the cylinder first. It took mere moments to realize it wasn't going to fit into this. Next he tried the sphere. It was rounder and had a wider diameter than the cylinder but still no luck. It was at this point he began to get discouraged, as fifty percent of the shapes had proven unless distractions in his quest for usefulness. He walked over to the cube and thought of the potential. He looked at it for a while, trying to figure out how this could work, before finally just placing it on top and rotating it so that if it were able to fall into place, it most definitely would. Alas, no luck. He let out a hefty sigh, and headed to the final table, which harbored the rectangle. He knew this wouldn't work either, but for posterity's sake he knew he had to try. He looked down once at the object, then again at the rectangle. With a somewhat defeated exhalation, he placed the object sideways into the rectangle. Sadly though, in this position the object was too tall, and when placed flat, too wide. He wasn't sure what to do. Maybe this object wasn't meant to fit anywhere else, he thought. He dusted off the object, taking a good look at it one final time before pulling his hands back toward his chest when he saw it: through his dismay, his eyes caught a glimpse of a shimmering toward the back corner of the room. He quickly took stride in that direction and found himself before a final table. This table was different though: it hadn't any conventional shapes, none that had ever been named by man anyway. No, it had something much different; something that was indescribable in it's beauty and lack of description. He let out a huff, and with whatever confidence he had left, placed the object on top of what lay on the table. There was no moving, or contorting required this time, as the object just seemed to fall into place. It was as if every other shape was just orchestrated as a sort of great distraction until finally getting to the proper table. After placing the object into the shape, he slowly backed away. He gave the object a final look before leaving, making sure the door sealed behind him. What would happen to the object was no longer his concern; it was no longer in his hands. He was simply content knowing that he had and could still find use for it.
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(no subject) [Jan. 20th, 2005|05:55 pm]
Jim Stark
Okay, well my demo line has officially been cut off today.

Apparently Best Buy did an audit and concluded that I no longer work there. So if you need to reach me, you can try to at (727) 321-7391, until I get my number connected or get a new one.

Any suggestions?


My phone is working again, and now I'm paying the same rate as all you other blokes. It was good while it lasted, and now I don't have to worry about it just shutting off one day, as I did prior to this. I have unlimited text messaging, so have at it.

(727) 798-0435
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(no subject) [Jan. 11th, 2005|07:13 pm]
Jim Stark
http://www.elasmo-research.org/education/evolution/size_megalodon.htm

The food chain.
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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2005|03:15 pm]
Jim Stark
Okay, It's 3 PM and I've been wondering if the mail had come yet or not, due to how late it is. I came home from work at around 1 PM, and there was no mail, however my parents were also missing in action. Typically our mail comes around 11 AM, but yesterday I left my house around noon and still no sign of mail. I came to the conclusion that the mail would have to come before the time my parents left the house for it to have been brought inside, which seems unlikely considering they leave around 9-10ish when they do go out. The flag was up, meaning that our mail hadn't been picked up, yet the fact is my parents could have put our mail in there after today's mail was dropped off, if it wasn't eady or they left after the mail came. I also remember seeing mail on the table that I wasn't familiar with, which could have been today's mail, but I remembered that yesterday I didn't see what mail came (aside from my mail, which was left on my desk for me), due to my working until eight and never looking at the kitchen table. This was mystery mail. Since going outside, however, my final verdict was that the mail had not come yet, due to the simple fact that our neighbors flags are also up.
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(no subject) [Dec. 22nd, 2004|04:53 am]
Jim Stark
Ladies and gentlemen...



I got a new jacket.
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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2004|03:22 pm]
Jim Stark
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=1756&e=1&u=/041216/ids_photos_ts/r892719563.jpg
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