Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day Of Dougie:
Notes To Myself (Hospital Edition)
March 9, 2021
It’s 3:42 am on a Tuesday and you know what that means? If I’m up and writing, it means I can’t sleep. And yeah, that is the current dilemma. I went to bed, tossed and turned, dozed off a few times, woke up at every sound or movement by the dog or cats, who refuse to leave me alone, and finally just said screw it. And here I am now, at the computer, ready to listen to some sounds from YouTube called, “Dracula’s Castle Ambience” and pour my guts out to my loyal readers, both of you. A great way to begin what is going to be another long-ass day. Oy vey!
So it’s time for an edition of “Days of Dougie” and this time, for a change, I actually have a purpose and preconceived idea of what I want to write about. Last week, I spent four lovely nights as a guest of Scotland Memorial Hospital due to problems with my foot. Long story short, it was infected and had a lot of pressure going on and I couldn’t walk or stand without tremendous pain. They sliced and diced and it’s doing much better now. I’ll go into more detail about all of that and the circumstances that led to my needing to seek medical help at some future date. It’s a blog called “Falling From Grace” and it’s pretty damn dark and I’m not ready to go there yet. It’s outlined and I started, but that’s not a journey I want to revisit so it’s going to be a while. Instead, we have this.
And what is this, you ask? While in the hospital, bored out of my mind and restless, I took a lot of notes about just random things. Four pages of nothing but scribbles and phrases and other weird stuff. They literally are “Notes To Myself”. And I’m going to go over each page and share these with you, along with my thoughts on the topic if elaboration is needed. Doesn’t that sound like fun? That’s what we’re fixing to do. It may get odd and it may get a little bitter at times because believe me, I was, but it’s all real, all honest, and all Dougie. Nothing more and nothing less. Let’s do this. And away we go.
I start off with “Dear Christopher”. I was beginning to write a letter to a person that was once very special to me and in some ways, still is, but in a different way now. I didn’t get far in the letter because I know that my handwriting is terrible now, I hate writing letters by hand anymore, and I was way too in my feelings and emotions during my hospital stay. Things were pretty raw there and writing letters to people would probably not be a good idea.
And then I have a whole bunch of notes about things to add to my fictional “Avenging Shadows Universe”. Over at FanFiction.net, I have written over seventy stories, the majority of which are centered around a fictional version of the Marvel Comics world, with a little bit of Dark Shadows mixed in. It started off so many years ago as an Avengers fan-fiction story and then Barnabas Collins came around and kind of took things over and it’s evolved from there. And I have lots of notes on different things to maybe work into the stories if I ever can focus myself and get back to writing about my heroes, villains, etc, How about a threat from another world, Voldemort? Maybe some new faces in David Talbot from Interview With A Vampire or even The Mighty Isis. It’s a lot of notes about a lot of characters and a lot of ideas to move these characters forwards in the fantasy world I created. If you’re interested in reading some of my stuff, go to FanFiction.net and look up the author name TSFiction19 and that should take you to my page. I may post the link to my page and all my stories on Facebook and Twitter later today as well. But that’s what most of these scribbles are about. Let’s move on.
And now I have more notes about different ways to incorporate and bring the characters from the Netflix series into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I’m talking about Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Iron Fist, Punisher, Luke Cage, and all of their family and friends. Kevin Feige should call me. I have the ideas to bring them all in, make it realistic and logical, and allow these great characters to assume their rightful place alongside The Avengers, Dr. Strange, Spiderman, etc. Hey, if nothing else, I know my comics and superheroes and I am anal about continuity and things making sense. Call me Disney. You’ll be glad you did.
Here’s a note for me to do a piece about Dave Meltzer and his Wrestling Observer Awards. I have already addressed this in a recent edition of the Ultimate Wrestling Q&A and to be honest, Dave and his awards are not worth the time nor effort it would take to do my own analysis and review. He’s an idiot. ‘Nuff said. I do have a note here that I should do my own awards piece and bring back the Saltys. Hmmmmm. I’ll think on that.
Here’s a note to finish doing my taxes and a list of comics that are coming out this week (last week) that I should be sure to get. I still haven’t made it to the comics shop, but I still have my list and I will. And another story idea for a possible future fan-fiction story. Archie and Edith Bunker, from the show All In The Family, hire a maid. And the applicants are Lily Munster, Mae Young, Rosie (from The Jetsons), and it says to think of some others. Just a basic idea, but I love writing Archie and Edith. I must have been watching All In The Family that morning. Who knows?
Here’s a note to have my alter-ego, Vincent Paul Phillips, do a commentary about “Less White Coke” and “Reparations”. VPP is a fun character to write and be so I may bring him back to life to do a few things in the near future. But as for these two topics, I’ll address them right now. Hey Coke, I prefer Pepsi. As for being less white, I am who I am and what I am, and my skin color or race doesn’t and shouldn’t matter, except to a racist bunch of bastards. Yeah, I’m looking at y’all since your the ones to keep bringing this shit up. No one should worry about being more or less of anything except for being a good person. Be less an asshole and more a decent person. And the rest of it, just be you. And drink Pepsi. Fuck a damn coke! As for Reparations, if there is an actual person that was a slave, worked as a slave, and was owned by another person as a slave, then fine. Give that person some money, hook them up, and do them right. And the people who are living, breathing, and owned slaves can foot the bill. But there are no actual living, breathing, walking around, former slaves. And there are no actual living, breathing, walking around slave owners. So the only people left were not slaves and didn’t own slaves, so why the hell is this even a topic of conversation? It’s stupid and anyone who says differently, they’re just looking for a free ride. Fuck them. And again, ’nuff said.
And now, back to my notes. And now, more story ideas for my fan-fiction stuff. A warning about a future threat of epic proportions from a very unique source, Mr. Rourke. Yes, I want to bring the host of Fantasy Island into my fictional Universe of heroes, villains, and vampires. I think a meeting between Rourke and Barnabas would be fascinating to witness, don’t you? I also have a shopping list of things I need to pick up from Dollar Tree for when I was released from the hospital. I did.
Here’s a note for me to do a piece about Bruce Springsteen and his DWI charge that was dropped for some reason. It’s simple. He played at Biden’s fake swearing-in ceremony and is anti-Trump so he gets a pass as all liberals do when breaking the law. Just the usual hypocrisy and double standards that the Washington and Hollywood elite live by. Bunch of stupid idiots. I’ve never been a big Springsteen fan anyhow. I do love me some Little Steven, but so far as “The Boss” goes, he’s a dipshit and waste of space. Bette Midler is a deranged bitch too. Great voice, but the brains of a rotten goose egg.
And there are more notes about story arcs and possible additions to my Avenging Shadows Universe, including a crossover with the story “The Invisible Man” by HG Wells and, yes my brother, maybe some possible crossovers with The Walking Dead. I really do need to get back to working on the fan-fiction stories and maybe cut back on the wrestling Q&A’s a bit. Or just find a way to reattach to my inner muse and be focused again. I think I”m going to work on that. The ideas and stories are here, but I just need to get them out of the brain and into written form. It’ll happen. I just don’t know when or how yet, but it will happen.
And it looks as if that is it for now. I’ve gone through my four pages of hospital notes and this is running kind of long anyway so, why not close it up here and put the baby to bed. It’s as good a place as any. My thanks for reading. Any thoughts, comments, or questions, feel free to drop me a line, and let’s talk. Until the next time, take care of yourself, be safe and be sure to make sure that every day is a Day of Dougie. I loves ya! Take care.