My friend Juanderlust suggests (in a comment on a previous post) that I haven't been writing here often enough, and he's right.
It has been a difficult few months, Jim.
But all is not lost. Not all "all," anyway. Whenever presented with an opportunity to smile, I can still manage it.
One prime example is this TV commercial, which makes me smile every time I see it. It never gets old. In fact I am beginning to believe this may be the best TV commercial in recorded history, the absolute pinnacle of the art since Philo Farnsworth invented the Boob Tube oh so many years ago:
PARENTHETICAL IT-AIN'T-LIKE-RIDIN'-A-BICYCLE THOUGHT: Did that work? I've forgotten everything I knew about HTML. Advancing age and creeping senility, I suppose. Or maybe I never really had a firm grasp of the fundamentals.
One reason for my silence -- and I'm always ready with excuses for my multitudinous failings -- is that I am so used to writing for money; when the ol' spondulix were rollin' in* I didn't have much trouble batting out posts for free in my spare time. It was fun.
"Fun" and I don't have much to do with each other these days. My last writing gig was something like three months ago, and efforts to find a local gig -- any gig -- have been met with uniform disinterest.
So I'm nowhere near being Mr Happy Dude right now.**
But I do have some music stashed in my computer to listen to -- a good bit of my CD collection was salvaged during the Big Crash back in April, but is still in L.A. -- and my old photos to look at. Not much, really, but one clings to sanity with whatever resources are available.
I also have access to the "little piggy," who cracks me up without fail when I see him on the Tube.
And I got you, Jim. Wish you'd buy me a drink, like in the old days....
* Okay, make that dribbling in....
** There is one exception to the no-happiness situation, but that's far away from reaching the talk-about-it stage as of now.
21 hours ago