|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- OSOAWEEK--ISSUE 061--9/22/95 <-------  ||  OsoaWeek  ||  Issues  ||  Book 5  ||  -------> (Cup OWis061, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = [[BEGIN061OW]] [[01061CV]] * * * O S O A W E E K 0 6 1 * * * September 22, 1995 "The weekly ezine of Obliviana Super Occult Amusement!" by Frank Edward Nora INSIDE THIS ISSUE 01 061 CV--Cover 02 061 LA--Lord of Obliviana 03 061 SU--Superior PUT POINTLESS BLURB HERE INFORMATION: OsoaWeek061, September 22, 1995. Published weekly by Obliviana Super Occult Amusement, obliviana@aol.com, 1-800-OBLIVIANA. All contents copyright 1995 Frank Edward Nora. This release is Predatorware--you are free to make digital copies, so long as they're not altered or sold. All other forms of reproduction require permission. You're Prey unless you get a Predator Deed for this release. Contact us for more on this concept. Check out Obliviana on the WWW at: http://www.obliviana.com/~osoa Character count: 4936 / Line count: 150 *OW* [[02061LA]] Lord of Obliviana October 22, 1995 10:17 AM I jut figured out that Book Six of OsoaWeek doesn't start until October 27, NOT the 20th, like I mistakenly thought. So, wow, I'm not gonna be late with the opening of Book Six. I don't know where I am. But I gotta figure out where I am. The wave is approaching. I have to catch it. 2:27 PM I have failed in my goal to clean up my apartment. This clean-up was to be a step toward Kerri perhaps returning here to live with me. But somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to do much of anything. So, I wonder, what does this mean? Do I really NOT want Kerri back? Is it a one-way path which leads from here, ie, when she moved out, was that final? Hmm. I have to wonder as to WHY I can't clean up. One thing is, I keep asking myself WHY am I doing this? What's the point? Somehow, I WANT to have this dam of disorder around me, but WHY? And what does this portent for the time when I must build a business? Okay--I have the CAPACITY to clean up. It's just that there are other issues left un-figured-out. This is all very vexing to me. I mean, I have a very clear goal of what I want to do with my life--why is it so difficult to get myself on that path? Who knows. But I see myself moving away from here, to a smaller apartment, closer to work. To work alone... No--but I'd like a girlfriend who appreciated the work that I'm doing, not just mindlessly hating it because it took my attention away from her. There are a lot of complicated things going on. But I have failed in doing a simple thing--cleaning up my apartment. It's like I have no control over myself. Somehow, at a situational level, it just wasn't gonna happen. I spent all day yesterday and all day today so far here, without going anywhere, with no excuses not to get the job done. Yet, it remains undone. Why am I telling you all this? Like I've stated in the past, it makes me feel better to "talk" to my readers about these subjects. And because of the nature of my work, you don't have to read the "Lord of Obliviana" sections if you don't want to. I just... I don't know. It feels right. So where do I go from here? I have to go to a classic video game swap meet at Video Game Connections soon. Oh, I did a thing for Mike Etler at VGC, a little 16-page publication called "Classictronica". It was the first paper-based publication I had done in quite a while. Felt good to do it. I created a mascot character for the book called "Video Devil Jr.", a "classic" video game character which never existed. I'm working on the non-existent game he starred in... I think it's the game that comes in ROM with the Halzapular Fuzz system. It's a pretty cool idea for a game--I'll have to detail it in Book Six. So now I have a single file with issues 61 thru 66 laid out, and the file is called "OsoaWeek Blast!". Earlier today, I guess I must have left the PowerBook on overnight, and somehow the text files got all corrupted with weird, evil ASCII characters. Lucky I had a backup, but man, it sure was terrible and confusing. Just in that last paragraph, the PowerBook automatically shut down its hard drive. Weird man. Too noisy on the train to hear stuff like that. So I gotta get ready to go out. Maybe I'll finish up this issue, though. You know--copy it into it's own file, spellcheck, all that. Okay, get all Obliviana. *OW* [[03061SU]] Superior SUPERIOR 345 Luck? That's a good one. Wanna try me... I am lime? Fine. So many types of juice at the supermarket. Can I do it? We need a "vent". Simple--was it simple? Do we have what we have? Talk about it. Try it. There are so many places to go. Fear of being recorded. SUPERIOR 346 I'm creating something special. Look at this--a whole new kind of literature. But I'm sitting here, during a commercial on "Murder One". 10/19/95. It's back on. SUPERIOR 347 Nipple nipple nipple nipple. A little trip I took to She-Tantalus. Silly silly computer pussy. SUPERIOR 348 Luck. Is it true? America is far superior to Europe. Stuff. Sound of an arrow? Thunk. Surf rock. Amino acid. Dune style. *OW* [[END061OW]] -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----