Updates? Yes, updates

Sometimes I think the only blog posts I'll ever make are updates. I feel like I always start these posts with "Sorry, it's been so long. Check this out!"

Case in point: this post here.


Sorry, it's been so long. Check this out!

Big things are happening and this is a good thing.

For starters, I'm about to start on my sixth NaNoWriMo. Six. As in "six more novels than I would have had had I remained a lazy old fart." I have an idea and it is a hoot. It's unlike anything I've done before. And that's all that I'll tell you.

Speaking of novels, I'm nearing the publication of my first one. I'll tell you the title and that's all: Behold! We May Rock You! I'm self-publishing through Kindle KDP. The Kindle version will probably be fairly inexpensive, a dollar or two, while the physical book will probably have a much higher price tag. The difference, of course, is that the physical book will be infused with hugs and kindness. Both will be hilarious.

To support this publishing effort, I've created my own Facebook page, which you can find here. That's where I'll post updates and events and all that jazz. It, too, will be infused with hugs and kindness, though of a slightly colder and more distant nature.

Speaking of "events," I'm going to be doing a fair amount of performing over the next couple of months. Look for updates and everything here and the aforementioned Facebook page and also maybe my Twitter account, which will probably be the least updated of the bunch. Don't worry. None of this performing will be of a dramatic nature. It will just be me and some other folks making with the funny. Which the world needs a lot more of.

Speaking of which, I'd like to take a moment to spew a ton of stuff that's been going through my mind after the events of this week and, well, frankly, the last 40 years or so.

We Americans, or about 99% of us, sit smack dab in the middle between two polls: pleasure and pain. On the one hand, it feels like half the time we're being inundated with bad news (Hate! Violence! War!) and the other half it's all about life's greatest luxuries (Better clothes! Better body! Better life!). As humans, we reject the bad and head for the good, which is always in our faces thanks to advertisements that seem to cover every square inch of everything.

And one of those "better things" is winning. We always have to win. Our sports teams have to win, our country has to win, our TV shows, movies, plays, and music has to win. Why? Because winning(Better clothes! Better body! Better life!) is good and losing (Hate! Violence! War!) is bad.

Now before you run off and post comments on my aforementioned Facebook page about how I'm completely into participation trophies, let me assure you that I am not. I do think that kids should know what it means to lose, that the idea of "you can have it all" just isn't true, that defeat is inevitable. I just think we need to keep things in perspective.

Should kids know the sting of losing, say, a basketball game? Sure. Should they feel defeated because their artwork isn't as "good" as some other kids? Ah, hell no. Which means, yes, I think "awards shows" are a waste of time.

And that's all I'll say about that.

What I'm getting at is this.

[Humanity spoiler alert]

Good and bad don't exist. Things may be painful or uncomfortable, but "good" and "bad' are human constructs that we all-too-often use to accept something or reject it. But how often does this happen: Something really, really "bad" happens, but a lot of people learn a lesson from it so "something good comes of it"? So then can the "bad" event really be bad? And if losing a game is a "bad thing," then why does the winning team celebrate? And vice versa?

It just seems like we spending so much time focused on winning that we don't embrace our defeats or enjoy the process or maybe, just maybe, we could focus on just the doing.

Problem is, a lot of this is coming straight from the top. We're being "lead" by a "man" who believes there are two types of people in the world losers, weaklings, minions, idiots, and himself.

I know this may not make sense and it's the sort of thing that you wouldn't be able to convince Job of. I'm still working on it. Just... try to keep things in perspective, okay? Okay.

More later.

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