Nope.
Those days are over.
That’s because henceforth and forthwith and as of today I shall now consider myself as an…
Auteur Indépendant!
It’s French.
Yeah…
Or should I say…
humor
If I were the ruling megalomaniac of the world…
I would appoint a very select and trusted group of high-level advisors who were each intimately familiar with my intellectual and creative sensibilities and desires and whose sole purpose would be to continually study and field test all germane and pertaining resources and outlets so that they could come to a consensus among themselves and make their recommendation to me no later than 8:00 pm each day as to what movie or TV show I should view for the evening.
Yeah…
If only I were the ruling megalomaniac of the world…
#toomuchofmylifeisdevotedtofindingsomethinggoodtowatch
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So Many Weird Grammar Moods Give Me the Blues
Weird moods such as…
As do weird modern remakes of classic Moody Blues mood music…
#newisnotalwaysbetter
Goodreads, Goodreads… Wherefore Art Thou Goodreads?
You know, I’ve tried and I’ve tried…
I really have!
I have tried and I have tried to maintain a loving relationship with Goodreads.
I’ve done everything it’s asked me to do.
I’ve set up both a user and an Author account…
I’ve added all my books, both the ones I’ve written and (most of) the ones I’ve read…
I’ve sent out friend requests to other users who seem to have like literary tastes as I…
I’ve friended those who’ve requested the same of me…
But after nearly a decade of trying to find meaning and purpose in my relationship with Goodreads, all it’s ever shown me has been indifference and insurmountable complexities.
It and I just have never been able to click.
An Ode to Elon
[Best when sung to the tune of “Froggy Went A Courting”]
The Man on Mars ain’t lookin’ at the stars
He’s thinkin’ ’bout wars
And how to power cars
There’s money to be made
In the inter-planet trade
Can’t wait to start the raid
The Man on Mars ain’t thinkin’ ’bout Earth
Cuz that tired old rock
Has lost all its worth
The Man on Mars ain’t there for humankind
He’s only there to mine
All the min’rals he can find
There’s money to be made
In the inter-planet trade
Can’t wait to start the raid
The Man on Mars is movin’ quick, you see
Cuz after pumm’ling Mars
It’s off to Mercury
#ofthejournals
Screwed
Did thine Savior truly say,
Blessed are those who do not doubt me,
Ere His mounting upon that skull-shaped hill?
If so, then needs must be to Him I pray
On a bended and shaky knee
Begging for Him to bless me, still.
For, while I have no doubt today
That the Son of God is He,
Tomorrow, without a doubt, I will.
#ofthejournals
Now that I’ve the Time
A couple days ago, I wrote a painfully long post called The Irrepressible Nature of Irony.
I mean, dude*, it is a massive monster of a missive.
I mean, wow.
Anyway, as a mea culpa, of sorts, for torturing you with such interminablely tedious twaddle, I left a footnote that reads:
Piddling Over An Abstraction
Have you got five minutes to spare?
No?
No time, you say?
Okay, if you had the time, what would you do with it?
Take your time and think.
I’m in no rush for I, personally, have all the time in the world.
Please stop looking at your watch phone.
Try to judge time’s movement without mechanics.
When was the last time you considered what time even means?
Or time as more than a deadline?
Is a five-minute wait a waste of time for you?
Depends on the situation, you say?
Why?