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A Brief Introduction....Of Sorts [Feb. 1st, 2020|12:00 am]
Everyone who knows me knows that I'm rarely brief about anything. But as I get older, I've learned that there's a lot to be said about brevity, and keeping things quick and to the point. As a friend of mine once said, "The written word should be like a skirt - long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to be interesting."

If you've made your way to this corner of the world, it is probably not by accident -- you've seen me bumping around RPG boards, have played or are playing in a game with me...or even seen me on your TV. And, again, those who truly know me know that this is my release from the craziness that I call my everyday life.

Here, you'll find some of my RP writings, written in and about some of my most beloved characters. Its the compilation of nearly three years of writing as different characters in different settings, among some of my most interesting works and phases. And when I feel so compelled, I also like to write in some of my deepest thoughts and feelings...but that's what's friends get.

So feel free to kick off your shoes, and mosey around a little bit -- you're welcome like an old friend here. And I'm glad you decided to stop by, as my home is yours as well.
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My Current Characters [Jun. 22nd, 2011|01:06 pm]
Who I Am Now )

Who I Used To Be )
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Character Fic: Crying (Written With A Theme From A Former RPG) [Dec. 29th, 2008|10:45 pm]
Writer's Note: I wrote this as part of my series about my flagship character, Dedalus "Danger" Diggle in a post-Marauders era. It was a weird time for me, personally, because I was having troubles finding my place in this rodeo world. So, as I often did back then, I just let my heart out through a familiar vein -- my favorite character I ever played. Things have changed a lot since I wrote this, but I think the emotion is still universal, and we all feel this way from time to time to time. Which is why I felt it was pertinent to save from my last incarnation, to bring over here. Hope you enjoy it!

Crying )
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Character Fic: Photographs and Memories (Written With A Theme From A Former RPG) [Dec. 29th, 2008|09:18 pm]
Writer's Note: You all know that I absolutely hate weddings. I've only been complaining about it now for the past...month? Month and a half or so? I do...I hate weddings because they aren't the happy time that everyone claims them to be. There are so many stressors, and points where everyone thinks thay are allowed to get frustrated over nothing. Yet, the intention behind a wedding is one of the most beautiful things in the world -- the joining of two lovers, under God and the world. This is something that's been bouncing in my head for about...three weeks now. I blame Cairo in part for this, after suggesting something along these lines...but I'll let her explain that. This, right here, is jst soemthing that's kinda been roaming around as another tale in the unfortunate dossier of Danger, and the difficulties of being a single parent. I finally sat down to write this after using a sick day to play The Sims 2 all day, in which my Sim got married, and was quick to have kids. Basically, it was a computerized version of my alter ego XP. So that kind of explains where this comes from...and yes, there's more to come from after this. Anyways, enjoy!

Photographs and Memories )
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Charecter Fic: Saying Goodbye (Written With A Theme From A Former RPG) [Dec. 29th, 2008|09:07 pm]
Writer's Note: This is something I wrote about after being reminded, in many different ways this weekend, about something that has actually had a profound effect on my family and those who I know very much. My great-grandmother suffered from Dementia; a degenerative disease that effects the cognitive recognition of the elderly. And, after a set of conversations this month, I've come to find out that this really does affect people, no matter where you come from. That's where this fic came from...because I know that I'm not the only one who has had to deal with this, and nor will I be the last (word on the street is that my grandmother is going to suffer from it as well, so my troubles are just beginning).

Saying Goodbye )
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Written By The Author, From "The Coast News" (Grover Beach, CA), March 2006, Used With Permission [Dec. 29th, 2008|09:04 pm]
In a community gripped by tragedy, the Pismo Beach Police Department recognized two of their own for their acts of heroism during the shooting at Denny’s that took place last Wednesday.
Detective Sergeant Jake Miller and Detective A.J. Santana received the Meritorious Service Ribbon at the Pismo Beach City Council Meeting last night. The award is the third highest award within the organization, under only the Medal of Honor and the Medal of Valor. Miller and Santana are the first recipients ever of the award.
“Detective Sergeant Miller and Detective Santana were on the scene just seconds behind our first responding officer,” explained Chief of Police Joe Cortez. “They are our S.W.A.T.-trained officers who also serve with the County S.W.A.T. team; they took the initiative to put on their protective gear and make entry into the building, fearing that there may be another shooter in the building, or wounded that need help.”
Police were called to the Denny’s Restaurant on Five Cities Drive in Pismo Beach shortly after Noon on Wednesday, March 15, after several shots rang out from within. Officers from the Pismo Beach Police Department, Arroyo Grande Police Department, Grover Beach Police Department, and San Luis Obispo County Sheriff’s Department and District Attorney’s Office responded to the call.
Anita Aguilar, who was staying at the Motel 6 next door, saw everything unfold from her hotel room. “Everybody was running around scared,” she said. “One man ran out shot, with a woman by his side. People were screaming and yelling…I heard people yelling and screaming, so I came out to see what happened.”
Aguilar was planning on eating at Denny’s before the shooting had happened. “[My husband and I] decided otherwise,” she said. “I didn’t realize what was going on until I saw the man who was shot run out.”
Witnesses said that the shooter, who was later identified as transient Lawrence Edward Woods, walked into the establishment with a confused look on his face. Within seven steps, authorities say Woods fired nine shots from one of the two handguns he was carrying, a nine-millimeter pistol.
The rounds fired killed Frank Velasquez, a 60-year old resident of Oceano, and Harold Hatley, a 73-year old resident of Grover Beach. Wounded in the lower extremities were the sister and brother-in-law of Velasquez, Alice and Joe Mejia. Minutes later, Woods later shot himself with the second weapon he carried, a .38 caliber revolver.
LaVina Velasquez, who made the initial call to 911 after the shooting occurred, looked over everything with a grave look.
“My husband was shot in there,” she said several moments after evacuating the building. “I don’t think that he is still alive.”
According to Chief of Police Cortez, the motive appeared to be a random act of violence. “Woods was a registered narcotics offender, who was defined as argumentative and paranoid,” he said. “We will continue to investigate his mental health background, and try to bring all of this to close.”
The Denny’s Corporation, based out of Greenville, South Carolina, issued a statement hours after the investigation began.
"We are shocked and saddened by this tragic incident that occurred today
in Pismo Beach, California,” the statement read. "Our primary concern at the moment is the welfare of the victims, their families and our employees…We will continue to support them in every way we can."
Velasquez is remembered as a graduate of Arroyo Grande High School, and a veteran of the United States Army. According to information released through the Marshall-Spoo Sunset Funeral Chapel, “The greatest enjoyment of Frank’s life was being with his family, going with them camping and to the beach.” Several adopted brothers and sisters, who all grew up in a local foster home with Velasquez, survive him.
Velasquez was laid to rest today at 2:00 PM, at the Arroyo Grande Cemetery.
Hatley was described by Cortez as a “…cigarette smoking, motorcycle riding 73-year-old Korean War veteran and ex-deputy sheriff.” Cortez continued on, to describe Hatley as a hero.
“Like many brave soldiers and peace officers, Mr. Hatley walked toward trouble, rather than away from it,” he said. A police investigation shows that Hatley charged towards the gunman, in order to stop the gunman from firing at the customers.
“The video tape clearly shows that this event allowed the injured person to quickly run our of the building,” Cortez said. “We have absolutely no doubt that the actions of Harold Hatley saved a least one life yesterday.”
In a statement released by the Marshall-Spoo Sunset Funeral Chapel, the Hatley family thanked the community for their concern. “At this time our family is trying to deal with the devastating shock and loss of our loving father and grandfather,” the statement read. “We appreciate the love and concern of our friends and community…Our condolences extend out to the other victim and his family during this tragic time of loss.”
At the request of Harold Hatley, no service was held for the gentilman.

Also receiving awards for their courage and bravery were Officer Ryan Ellis, for his heroism in the high speed chase that took place Friday, and Dispatcher Elvia Ramos for her composition as dispatcher for both the shooting of Wednesday and the Pursuit on Friday.
“As Chief of Police, seeing the work being done, making sure that its being done right, I am very proud of those doing work in all aspects of the department,” Cortez said. “We train for unusual events; you never know what will happen. This was a test of our training, and we responded well…we did the best job we could do, and I have never been more proud.”
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Written By Author, from The Coast News (Grover Beach, CA), March 2006 -- Used With Permission [Dec. 29th, 2008|09:03 pm]
The conflict in Iraq: three years later, families paying the toll

The past week marked the third anniversary of military forces from the United States and other allied nations invading Iraq, in order to disarm the nation of suspected Weapons of Mass Destruction. Though combat operations were declared over by May 1, 2003, soldiers from over 17 nations remain as a peacekeeping force in the desert nation.
For families across the United States, the anniversary marks the third year that their loved ones are in harm’s way every day.
“Everyday, I have concern for my son,” said Pastor Lloyd Francis, whose son currently serves with the Army’s 101st Airborne in Iraq. “There isn’t a day when I don’t pray for his safety, and hope that he comes back the same as when he left.”
Caitlin Arias’ husband, Kevin, is currently serving with a Marine Corps detachment currently deployed in Iraq. “The hardest part is not knowing when he will come back,” she said. “The bigger challenge is not letting ‘if’ creep into that statement.”
Lance Corporal Ricky Zeller, originally from Grover Beach, returned recently from a tour of duty in Iraq with the Marine Corps. “Adjusting back to life back in the states was difficult,” he said. “Over there, talking about being shot at was like you were going to the store…out there, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.”
Though they all come from different walks of life, each of them has a common bond through the conflict in the Middle East. They are bonds that they would much rather share during different times.

A Parent’s Son: Pastor Lloyd and Norma Francis
In front of the house where Army Corporal Jonathan Francis grew up flies a black flag, adorned by the insignia of the 101st Airborne Division, known more commonly as the “Screamin’ Eagles.” Next door, at the Living Waters Assembly of God Church in Grover Beach, Air Force Veteran Lloyd Francis is reminded of his own sacrifices, as well as his son’s.
His office is decorated with pictures and mementos of his 20 years of service to the United States, including American Flags and insignia of where he’s served and under what pretense. What stands out most is a picture of a young man in combat gear, looking out across a desert.
“Our family has quite a military history,” he explains. “I have two son-in-laws; one is in the Air Force and one is in the Army, a daughter in the Navy Reserve, and two sons; one in the Air Force, and one in the Army.”
“Everyone in the family has had something to do with the military,” Lloyd said.
His 22-year-old son Jonathan is the latest chapter to that history. “He joined out of pride of family,” explains his father. “He wanted to be a part of that heritage.”
Jonathan enlisted in January of 2005, signing to the Army for a three-year tour of duty. He was first deployed to Iraq in September of that year, as part of the 101st infantry.
“When he first told us he was enlisting into the Air Force, I asked, ‘why don’t you join the Air Force? There’s less chance of direct contact there,’” Lloyd said. “He wanted to be in the Army, after his grandfather.”
Jonathan’s mother, Norma, continues on that thought. “My initial thought was that I was really happy for him,” she said. “He wanted to turn his life around, and do something with his life…since he’s joined, the military has really turned him around.”
Regardless of the branch, Lloyd stressed the pride that he had for his son’s decision. “We have always had a positive attitude towards his work as a soldier.”
“As a mother, it is hard for me to think about all the things that are going on,” Norma said. “You always think about what could be next…I can’t believe all the things that he sees…all the unhappiness that surrounds him.”
The veteran Lloyd agrees. “With the military, you never know what will happen.”
For the Francis family, their strength from day to day is reinforced by their faith. “Jonathan called last week, telling us how his friend got killed,” Lloyd said. “When we were with him, on the phone, we have to stay strong, and never break up.”
“When we are off the phone,” he said, “I go off to a closet, to pray for his safety.”
“I honestly believe that God has protected him from being killed so many times,” Norma said. “And I continue to pray that he continues towards his life’s goal.”
“We are always afraid of the phone call, or a uniformed soldier coming to our door,” Lloyd said.
As for their opinions on the war, Lloyd and Norma have different views in their opinions of the conflict.
“As a mother, I feel that we have done our part,” said an emotional Norma. “Our soldiers are unhappy here…they need to pull out, and bring our children home.”
Lloyd views the conflict in a different light. “I believe we are doing the right thing,” he said, after taking a moment to contemplate. “We don’t understand the war on terror right now…we’re facing an enemy that is truly unknown to us. But, as a nation, I believe we have to finish out this course.”
Regardless of their views, the pride they share in their son is unwavering. “Today…I can’t believe that he is the same man,” Lloyd said. “He wanted to be a success in this life, and he felt that the military was the way to go. I’m very proud of all my children and sons-in-law for their service to our country.”

A Mother’s Husband: Caitlin Arias
Seven-month old Aiden Arias is too young to fathom the danger that his father is in every day. While he enjoys the sound sleep of a toddler, his mother, Caitlin, holds back the emotions that rush to mind when her husband is mentioned.
“I spent a week at our house on the Marine Corps Base after he left,” she said. “It was easily the most difficult time I ever had.”
Her husband, Kevin Arias, was deployed into Iraq just over a month ago, after being transferred to a different unit. While he is a world away, Caitlin has moved back to be with her family in Arroyo Grande.
This is their first deployment together. They are both prepared for him to spend over a year in Iraq.
“When we first found out that he would be deployed, we were bitter about everything,” she said. “We were told that he was not fit to be deployed, and was able to opt out during the first time they tried to deploy him. Then he got switched, and all of a sudden, he was going.”
“For a while, it was like a really bad dream,” she said about the process.
At home, surrounded by her family, Caitlin receives a lot of support from her family. Pictures and other items surround her, reminding both her and her young son that he is certainly not forgotten.
“The hardest part is watching everything that our son is doing, and knowing that he is missing it,” she said. “He just got his first tooth yesterday, and he is missing it.”
While no official date has been set for Kevin’s return, rumors suggest that he may be home before the end of the year. “The Marine Corps keeps it as nebulous as possible,” she said. “They give you a range of within a month, then they bring it down to the week, and before the week range comes into focus, they give you the exact date and time…its not as taxing as one would think.”
The most taxing part was watching him leave for his assignment overseas.
“When I watched him leave, he stuck his head out the window, and looked back at me until I couldn’t see him anymore,” she recalls. “My first emotion was ‘what if this is the last time I see him?’”
“You just have to force out those thoughts,” she said. “You can’t let the ‘what if’s’ get to you.”
In the meantime, Caitlin keeps in touch with her husband with the help of a website, motomail.us. “You put in the exact mailing address to send things to them at, and it gets to them within a day or two,” she explains. “It’s a lot quicker than regular mail, which takes a couple weeks to get over there…and its more reliable than e-mail, because the internet café’s back there are usually backed up, so it gets to them quicker overall.”
As for strength, Caitlin finds comfort in her young son. “I keep busy, and go about my everyday business as best as I can,” she said. “Everything I do right now is for Aidan…I write Kevin, and tell him about everything that Aidan is doing and remind him of how well he is doing.”
“Its difficult having him be away,” Caitlin said about her husband. “But when he does come back, we’re going to have a big party for his return…I’m looking forward to seeing him again…to holding him again, and watching him play with our son again.”

A Soldier’s Sacrifice: Lance Cpl. Ricky Zeller
From a small apartment that he shares with his fiancée in Southern California, Marine Corps Lance Corporal Ricky Zeller recounts the time that he has spent overseas.
“I never really thought about it when I was there,” he said about his time in Iraq. “We had a lot of rough spots over there, but the experience was overall amazing.”
Zeller, who calls Grover Beach his original hometown, enlisted in the Marine Corps on Independence Day 2002. His tour in Iraq began in January of 2003. This year marks his third year as a Marine.
“I knew that I would end up over there,” he said about his service. “I figured that I just as much of a chance of something happening over there as getting in a bad car accident on the freeway…I couldn’t let anything hold me back.”
Ricky served as a cover squadron to infantry units in the area, during some of the heaviest fighting in the conflict. He was returned to California in March of 2005.
“When I first told my family that I was enlisting, they were hesitant, as any family would be during wartime,” he said. “But they were very supportive of my decision.”
The Zeller family has a rich history of military service, including his father and grandfather spending time in the Navy. For Ricky, going abroad to serve the nation just seemed like the right thing to do.
“Being over there changed the way my processes worked,” he explained. “After being out there, you see things in a different perspective. Everything becomes a lot more controlled.”
While communication with his family wasn’t a huge problem, the hardest part of being overseas, according to Ricky, was filtering what information to give.
“My family asked a lot of questions about what I was doing over there,” he said. “My mom would ask me what it was like over there…all I could tell her was ‘You don’t want to know.’”
Throughout the trials, the most rewarding experiences came for him in Iraq. “We were out during the elections,” he explained about his service. “My friend was guarding one of the polling places, and Iraqi citizens were dodging bullets and everything to come out and vote. One of them came up to one of my friends, looked him square in the eye, and said ‘thank you.’”
“It was very cool knowing that I was there for that,” he said.
For Ricky, the biggest challenge came when he came back from being overseas.“The culture shock coming back from Iraq was probably harder than being over there in the first place,” He said about his time overseas. “ When you go out there, you don’t know what to expect…and you have 350 other guys who are in the exact same situation as yourself.”
“When you come back, it takes a while to get out of those habits,” Ricky continued. “It took me two weeks to get used to walking around without my sidearm or rifle…it was a scary feeling to get used to again. Getting back to who I was turned out to be a huge challenge.”
In returning home, Ricky returned a man changed by the events in his life. “When I was out there, I didn’t think so much that I wouldn’t return home,” he said. “In looking back, I can look back and see how lucky I am.”
“When I was out there, I’d watch a rocket fly over my head and not really think about it,” he said. “Now that I look back on it…its like ‘Good God, I lived to tell the story’…and that’s when you realize what’s happened.”
For Ricky, the Marine Corps are something he will continue to pursue. “I’ve really had a good experience in the Corps,” he said. “I still have a lot of goals that I want to achieve…and I know that I can get them done here.”

A Community of Pride
Though each of the families come from a different walk of life, and approach the war with a different view, they find themselves united in pride for their loved ones who are or have served overseas.
“We remain very proud and excited for our son,” Lloyd said. “It’s very scary to have him out there, but our feelings about him being in the Army, and the respect for his decision remain the same.”
Caitlin Arias echoes those feelings of pride. “I was told that he might go up in rank this month,” she said with a smile. “I know how much that means to him, because he did so much extra work to get up to that next rank.”
“He’s going up a lot sooner than we expected,” she said. “I can’t tell you how proud I am of him.”
For Ricky Zeller, the pride runs deeper, serving in active duty. “People tell us that they feel bad for us; how we have the worst job,” he said. “To tell you the truth, there’s not a Marine that would want it any other way. This is what we want to do.”
“Not many [young people] understand love of country the way a soldier understands it,” said Lloyd. “Only a soldier can truly know what that means.”
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Subject: RP as Joe Castro, Executive Assignment Editor, NNS; from Upper East Side@GJ [Dec. 29th, 2008|08:57 pm]
[EMBARGOED TO FRIENDS ONLY
Saturday, August 20, 2005
11:05 PM

Last night I dreamed you were back again
Larger than life again
Holding me tight again

I dreamt of her last night. I dreamt that Nora was back in my life. It felt so real...like the way it used to be. She came to me while I was resting on the couch, watching CNN. She didn't say a word in my dream. Not a single word. She just curled up beside me. She put my arm around her, and made sure I held her tight against me. She buried her long blonde hair against my chest, and got as close to me as she could. She was wearing her comfortable pajamas...that tank top and pajama pants that she was so fond of. And...we sat there for what seemed like forever. I held her, and she wanted me to hold her. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever experienced since I've been here.

Placing those same kisses on my brow
Sweeter than ever now
Lord, I remember how

That was the point when she did something unexpected. The television turned off by itself. She rolled over to face me, and threw her arms around my neck. She just held me tight, not wanting to ever let go. She cuddled her head against my shoulder, her long blonde hair flowing in all directions. She held me there, like she used to hold me. After what seemed like an eternity, she leaned up and kissed my neck. It was a soft...passionate kiss. I'm not going to lie...a tear fell from my eye. Both in the dream, and in reality. It was perfect. It was perfect. It was all that I ever wanted. She was all that I ever wanted.

Couldn't get enough of kissin'
Do you know how much you're missin'
No, you don't...but I do.

She cuddled against me, and held me tight, like she loved me all over again. She pulled away from me at that point. Her deep hazel eyes looked straight at me, reading me like a book. She smiled the sweet, sweet smile that she used to give me when I had touched her deeply. Her lips parted, pressing against my own. I closed my eyes, enjoying every sweet, gentile movement that she lead me in. She pulled away again, and stared at me again. Her smile was even wider, her eyes grinning as bright as one human in love can. That's when she said those three little words that I never heard her say...ever. "I love you." That's when I woke up, screaming from the nightmare. My body was in a cold sweat; my eyes swollen from the tears that I had cried. It was the first dream I had about her since...since I left Los Angeles.

Days, like a slow train, trickle by
Even the words that I write refuse to fly
All I can hear is your song hauntin' me
Can't get the melody out of my head you see

I don't know how much of this I can take anymore. She was the only woman who actually felt something for me. Or at least I think she did...she never talked about it. Furthermore, she never wanted to talk about it. I wanted to tell her that I cared...and I told her often. But she never felt the same for me. We were together for three years....three fucking years. And, after all that time, she wouldn't go to New York with me. She was the one I wanted to marry...she was the one I wanted to be with for the rest of forever...hell, she was the only one I ever dated. She was the only one who ever showed any interest in me. She graduated three weeks before I got the job at NNS. I wanted her to go with me...I wanted us to start a new life. She just wanted to be with someone who could find success locally. Did she really love me?

Distractions are amusing
Do you know how much you're losin'
No, you don't...but I do.

To the people I've met here...to my co-workers...I act and work as if nothing's bothering me. I act as if I've never been down before, and that I'm sitting on top of the workd. But...I'm not that guy that everybody sees. I'm not as smart, or as confident, or as brilliant as they think I am. In fact, I'm nothing of what they see me as. I'm just a little fish in a big pond, floundering at best. I want to feel like this is right. But it isn't right without her. And, what's worse...how am I supposed to fall in love again? This city doesn't want Cowboys. This city doesn't want the sick, the meek, the tired, or the poor. This city wants your soul. This city wants you at face value. This city doesn't embrace you unless your its type. And its driving me insane, one day at a time. I'd rather it kill me in one fell swoop than kill me softly.

But I do
And I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue
There's no word from you at all
The best that you can do?
I never meant to push or shove you
Do you know how much I love you?
No, you don't...but I do.

How do you get that lonely? How do you get lonely enough to give up everything you want for a love that never was? Something I've learned about life as well: There is only money, or there is love. Regardless of what everyone says, one can exist, not both. I'm glad I learned that ahead of time; I just saved myself a HUGE divorce bill. But yeah...I can't take this anymore. Its driving me insane. But who fucking cares, right? Another one bites the dust...another young gun cooled off with the heat of a kiss, and the violence of a bullet.
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RP as Joe Castro, Executive Assignment Editor, NNS; from Upper East Side@GJ [Dec. 29th, 2008|08:53 pm]
((OOC Reminder: Anything that is embargoed is for the named persons reading only. Anything that is embargoed to the person named, except when it reads ALL, when obviously its embargoed to all. Broken embargoes will be duly prosecuted. Thank you for your cooperation! :-D))
Good Morning Affiliates!
We are efforting the following pieces for your use:

WJLA: Declaring writing a constitution "does take time," the Bush administration on Tuesday expressed confidence the drafters of a document to guide the new
government of Iraq will arrive at a solution that meets the needs of the people.
Type: PKG. TRT: 1:40. Restrictions: NNS PARTICIPANTS ONLY/NO ACCESS WTTG, WUSA

[Embargoed to: ALL -- This city has to be the most unique creature I have ever faced. No, seriously. This city...it has a feeling all of its own. It has a movement all of its own. It has a movement that screams, "I AM NEW YORK!" It demands your attention, wherever you are at, or where you're from. When you get here, it demands you. It demands who you are, and it grabs you, and pulls you in. New York has to be the most interesting city I've ever been in, especially for the people. The minute you find yourself in the city, everyone wants to know who you are, where you came from, and your life story from the beginning. And, everyone is the same here, from movie stars, to beggars. I, myself, am a boring person by nature. I never played on a silver screen, cut an album that sold trillions of copies, or even impressed anyone but my mom. I'm just a hard worker who lived a charmed life. Yet, I'm getting accosted by questions from every end. I'm not going to complain; its nice to feel welcome in the big city. Its just...different for me. Where I'm from, and in California, nobody comes out and wants to know who you are and what you do. Rather, friends are tested by fire, and nobody wants to know your story unless you have something to offer them.]

WOIO: The day after burying their son, parents of a fallen Marine from northeast Ohio stood on their front lawn and urged President Bush to either properly support troops in Iraq or withdraw them.
Type: VOSOT. TRT: 1:50. Restrictions: NNS PARTICIPANTS ONLY/NO ACCESS WEWS, WJW.

I've come to missing her a lot lately. Then again, I've been taking to thinking about her more and more and more lately. I don't know what has spurred this. It seems that everyone comes to this city either married, engaged, or move to the city for somebody. I moved to the city and had to be forced to leave someone behind. Maybe that's what spurred everything to begin...for me to be thinking about her more and more lately. I wrote her last week, just to see what would happen. She hasn't written back yet...and to be honest with you, I don't think she will. Which...well, it frustrates me. It frustrates me because...okay, I'll be honest: it frustrates me because I loved her, and I may never know if she ever loved me back.

KCOY: An Atascadero, Calif. father whose son was killed during the war in Iraq has joined the growing protest in front of President Bush's ranch. Bill Mitchell's son Michael was killed last year during the same day and battle as Cathy Sheehan's son, who organized the ten-day old Crawford, Texas gathering.
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But, I digress. After all, its just a broken heart, right? And nobody ever died OF a broken heart. People have died BECAUSE of a broken heart, but broken heart has never been listed as a cause of death. I'll keep moving on until I find Mrs. Right. Except it may be too late by the time I find her. I'm 26, after all...and I'm not getting any younger as the days go by. In fact, I'm not getting any better looking, either. Then again, my last news director didn't get married until he was what...45? 47? I mean, maybe I'm just thinking too much about this. I'm still young...sort of. And...I think the reason that I'm reacting the way I am is because this means a lot to me. I want to have a family before I'm too old to enjoy having a family.

KGO: The San Francisco Board of Supervisors approved an ordinance late Tuesday afternoon in response to a controversial cadaver show now playing at the Masonic Center.
Type: VOSOT. TRT: 2:00 Restrictions: NNS PARTICIPANTS ONLY/NO ACCESS KPIX, KTVU

[Embargo To: ALL -- I think this New York Living is staring to get to me. Normally I'd never post all of that in a public forum. Perhaps all of this wanting to know who the stranger to the rich side of town is getting me to open up. Its funny...all of my life I was taught to clam up, and hide within. My emotions were but one facet...one minuscule facet of who I was. Father always taught me that the business always came first, and that anything else was secondary. I wonder how mother felt about him when they were together. I wonder if father's ideas changed after mother died. There's a lot about my family that I'll never know...a lot. And...I don't know if I'll ever understand, to be completely honest with you. Like, there's so much I WANT to understand and want to be in the know of when it comes to my family. But...I just don't think it'll happen, you know? I think...there's a lot to be said for growing up in a close knit family in this world. And if I had to choose between love and success...I want love. I'll trade this job, for the love of my life. Unfortunately, its nothing I'll get in this life.]

WHNS: Accused killer Christopher Lamont Hampton talks about the night he purportedly killed Tamika Huston.
TYPE: PKG. TRT: 1:50. Restrictions: NNS PARTICIPANTS ONLY/NO ACCESS WSSL, WLOS

But seriously. This weekend, I am getting out in some form or another. I need to go out, see what's out there in this crazy city. Seriously. I mean, so far my life has been spent in little cafe's, Starbucks, and the one bronco incident. I'm going to repeat the bronco incident...well, maybe not getting thrown off the horse, but more along the lines of riding...letting things go for a while. I mean, there's more things that I want to do. Yes, the phonebook in my Blackberry is slowly growing,and my business card counts are slowly shrinking. Which is a good sign, to say the least. But...I think what I'm missing, above all, is meeting people. I'm not going to lie, most of the people I've met around here I genuinely like so far. But...they are all younger. I need to meet people...that...I don't know. I guess I want to meet people in my same stage of life...who are looking for more of the same things.

WCBS: Two suspects are wanted for questioning after several pigeons are found dead in Central Park from apparent poisoning. Parents who'se children were in contact with the suspects are at arms.
Type: PKG. TRT: 2:15. Restrictions: NNS PARTICIPANTS ONLY/NO ACCESS NEW YORK

I need a hobby. I need to stop complaining and stop worrying so much about things. I need to just accept things the way they are. I mean...I'm not in a bad place. Not by any means. Its just all these little inconveniences that are making life more difficult than it has to be. Now is not a good time to be thinking these things over. I'm still at the office, working overtime and making preparations for the morning. And yet, I still find time to write in my life. Maybe that's my problem. My life and my work are the same thing. That, or I need to quit volunteering for overtime. At least until I can get my wits about me.

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-Joe Castro
NNS Desk, New York

[Embargo To: ALL -- This is DEFINATELY the last time I decide to rant while at work, or coming off of it. Especially when I'm tired, and have to be back in the office at 10 AM.]
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