Don't Panic!

I guess if anybody was ever to look at this it would look rather abandoned. That's because it is. My new blog is located at www.thehalftip.blogspot.com . And thats a fact!

"He's gone now, shall I proceed?" the Italian accent whispered into his cell phone, hoping for recognition.
"Do what you must. The Lord will not permit failure." The deep omnicient voice starttled him.
"As you wish." The man closed his phone with a concerened look on his face. And what if failure weaves its way through?

"There you go David. You have a good day you hear?."
"You too Karl, you too."
David took the brown bag containing his lunch from Karl and paid for his food quickly in precise amount as to not waste any time obtaining change. He got to the shop quickly and in good time. 8:14, that gave him good time to take inventory. He unlocked the glass door and found the store in perfect order. Everything where it was the previous night. Perfect. He was always very proud of the condition the store was kept. He walked behind the counter and hid his sandwich behind a broken toaster. The men who worked there were known for stealing his food. David never mustered up the courage to fire or even reprimand any of them, good work was hard to find these days.

He picked up his checklist and was disgruntled to remember the absence of his amulet. He brought it in one day because the clip had broken and he wanted to see if any of the boys could fix it. He wasn't at all sure what he had done with it after that. What if...

The Italian man stepped out of the white van he had been waiting in. This was his moment of truth. His chance to prove himself to his brotherhood. As he approached the apartment complex he could not help but grimace with the thought. He would be greatly awarded, his master was looking for this for a long time. He reached for his pocket and pulled out a black metal lock pick. He struggled for a while to open the door and then... He heard a click and opened the door. 246. He was told to look for a 246. The doors were numbered. He needed to go up a floor. He stammered up the stiars and found himself in another hall exactly the same as the last one. The number was hanging perfectly straight and spotless at the end of the hall. Infront of the door a "Welcome" mat was placed to greet kind visitors. The Itatlian man was confused by this, and it only increased if idiotic view of American men. The women on the other hand...

He reached for his pick again, but this time he didn't need it. He put his hand on the knob and the door slid open. Well now I'm positive of their ignorance. If he doesn't know enough to lock his door he does not deserve what I am about to take from him.

The sun was shinning that day with an excessive light that shone off the tall glass buildings surrounding David's apartment building. There was not a single cloud in the sky to threaten any sort of outing, so David Alfussio decided to walk to work. It was a minor walk of twelve blocks and checking his watch David knew he had more than enough time, as he did everyday. But David was slightly nervous. His digital watch read 7:23, he was 3 minutes later than usual. He took a deep breath. This is why you give yourself time David, for instances like these. Reassuring himself he departed from the stoop of the complex and headed for work. Calm and collected David Alfussio decided he still had enough time to stop at his favorite sub shop to grab his lunch for the day, it was only a block out of the way, and he still had an hour or so to get to work.

He sometimes wondered why he worried so much. His former psychiatrist had given him a reason but it was of no help to David. The psychiatrist had a still watch a week ago and brought it into the nearest repair shop to his office building. A man apparently named Da Id was standing behind the counter with a clipboard, checking a list. He looked worried, and rightfully so. His list still had one more check to be checked, and its item was nowhere to be found. A worry wart. The psychiatrist thought. Fresh blood. Er, cash. He asked the man named Da Id if he could fix his watch. He didn't answer, he was too worried and preoccupied with his list.

"Well it looks like you need more help than I do Mr....Da Id."
"David." he breathlessly answered back.
"Pardon?"
"David, my name is David."
"Oh, so sorry. David I was wondering if I could help you."

David wasn't listening anymore. He had a mental list as well. A list of priorities, and his missing item was on the top of that one. He rushed infront of the counter and started checking the shelves lining the walls of his store. He gently brushed aside clocks and toasters looking for it. Could he really have been so careless as to leave it in the front of the store?

David was approaching Karl's Sub Shop at this very moment. He pushed the glass door open and was welcomed by the chime of a jingling bell.

"David! What can I do for you?" the man named Karl knew David very well...by standards of sandwiches anyway.
"Good morning Karl."
"The usual David?" Karl declared, already working on his sandwich.
"Of course."

David looked at his watch.

Bear with me, I know I'm not that good of a writer but I would like to let this one out anyways. I've been a bit of a procrastinator this summer, and it feels good to start something.

David Alfussio never wore socks. He was a peculiar man that way. He preferred the feeling of the smooth felt on the inside of his shoes to the constricting grip of elastic laced socks. For that same reason he never worried about any of his valuables being stolen from his house. Instead of leaving them in plain view he always tucked them away in the top droor of his dresser, where his socks (if he were ever to own any) would be kept. And no well organized theif in his right mind would ever try to steal socks. So David Alfussio never locked the doors to his house either. He woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Six-thirty a.m. David thought. He thought this every morning. Every night before he went to bed he programmed his coffee maker to brew his coffee at six-twenty. He was happy with routine. But today would be anything but routine.

He was a manager at the local electrical appliance repair shop. He knew absolutely nothing about electronic applainces or how to repair them. Thats why he was the manager. He worked rigorously everyday from nine to five, making sure the customers were pleased and the employees weren't. It was only six-thirty two, and he had just started sipping his coffee, but already he felt he needed to get to work. Not in any hurry, but nice and slow. He certainly gave himself enough time. He took a shower, shaved and changed into his normal work clothes. A finely pressed pair of grey slacks and a blue button down shirt, with a pin adressing himself as "Da id" was his attire. The v had been scrapped off while David was disposing of his supper that night. The metal needle had come undone and his pin fell into the electric garbage disopsal without him knowing of it. When he turned it on he immediately knew it sounded wrong, and switched it off. He was too late sadly and the pin shot out like a riccocheting bullet, grazing the side of his ear, and leaving him with a nasty crooked scar. The needle was bent, and he replaced it with ease, but he refused to replace the 'v' and wore the pin with excessive pride.

He was prepared and walked to the closet near the door to put on his shoes. David opened the wooden door and chose his favorite pair of sneakers with his bare right big toe. Slipping his right foot into the smooth iterior of the shoe he so much enjoyed, he noticed something different. It wasn't at all felty. There was a cold, hard, metalic feeling on the bottom of his foot. He pulled the shoe off, balancing on one leg and emptied the contents into his hand. A dime and three shinning pennies bounced into his palm. "My lucky day." He said to himself with a grin. Lucky. He was dead wrong...



Thanks for reading, this is the beginning of a short story I've been writting in my head. I will give you a little more each day for a while. Hope you like it. Also I kept a journal while I was on vacation and I'll put that in here too, along with some neato pictures which I know you all enjoy. Bon apetite!

So what if flying saucers started gathering around the earth and landed, casuing pandemonium and chaos; would people start committing suicide in massive cult like groups claiming it to be the end of the world? Or would they instead form massive groups of retaliation and start hitting the same landed saucers with large rounded sticks? And what if instead of green, large headed foreigners, wedges of cheese emerged from the disks? Would people still be angry, chanting angry screams of "go home alie..err...blocks of cheese!" ? Or would they instead go with the flow and be all "Hey...cheese ain't so bad..." I for one would make a sandwich. Hmm...would there be different kinds of cheese? Or had the cheddars popularity and longevity outlived the outher minor cheeses and become the dominant species...err...flavor? That would suck...I could totally go for some pepper jack.

It's a month away now! And the publicity month has started! Three knew TV spots (which I will talk about later) a new website garnished with lovely icons, wallpapers and pictures, and supposedly a sneak peak scene on TNT during the airing of 'Signs'. This "phantom scene" has been plaguing the message boards on MNFO for a while now...and I'm really anxious to see if its true...supposedly Ross saw it (lucky bum) and he said it was really intense. I'm recording it tomorrow just incase. As far as the TV spots, the first two really grit my teeth. They remind me so much of the Village trailers (and we all know what those turned into to). The voice is supposed to be creepy but will they attract the wrong crowd again? However, the third TV spot filled me with hope. It showed more of the mystical and beauty side of the film that I was really hoping for. But we'll have to wait it out and see...29 days to go and I'm already having dreams...

Absolutely nobody likes this game! Who really wants to play a game that makes them feel stupid? Not me! I'll just stick to 'Find the pictures' or the 'color by number'. Those raise my self esteem. Or maybe I'll juts play solitaire and cheat...thats easy enough.

Thinking back at all the things I'm supposed to do this summer, I don't know how I'm going to get it all done. I have to finish writing the screenplay, get all Tommys online, make more of those, and write the short story I've had stored in my head for the past 2 months.

Is it present time?
No they are going to open presents later.
So its going to be future time.
No it is the future time, they will open it in the present.
So then they will open the presents.
Yes but nobody will acknowledge their presence.