I broke 25 podcasts! Today, I rant and rave about social ableism. It is a bit less rambly than usual!
Well, FUCK ME I GUESS! I have not been writing, like, at all. Whether here, books, other sites, NO WHERE.
I am sorry. I do not have a solid excuse, at least not one I want to share right now, but I will correct it.
So, it has been far too long since my last update.
I have been ruminating on what I want to write about, new podcasts to record, and dealing with this Hellscape I call life.
Hellscape is probably a bit extreme.
I am just trying to illustrate that I am in another point of flux. So many fantastic things on the horizon, and so many horrible and abusive things until then.
Did you watch my last PodCast? It was to you, so I hope you did. I also spend a very long time scripting it out, considering how short it was.
I have an idea for my next one. My plan is to have it recorded, cut, and published by the eleventh. That would mark one year of me doing that whole thing.
My plan was to examine how society is ableist, but the reading and research is far too much for me to get it done before I want to have the recording done. Instead, I think I will do an opinion piece on similar things, but illustrating how single-serving stores and businesses are in regards to accessibility. That way, the reading is minimal, because I am actually an idiot with too much time on their hands.
Oh, please subscribe to the page if you find this at all interesting. I have heard from a Patreon individual that I don’t give enough updates on there, and they fail to see the point of being subscribed. The Patreon is just a way for me to supplement the costs in relation to keeping this site up-and-running. I know I don’t push it, pretty well at all. I know I don’t pay enough attention over there, and that is something I am hoping to rectify soon. I am completely going by the seat of my pants on all this writing and online marketing BS. I am sorry.
Only 54 seconds long, but every word is true.
Every once-in-a-while, I listen through my music library and wonder how people don’t pay attention to albums.
This is one of those albums.
It straddles the line between being pop gold and being depressing as hell. Something about it is unsettling. The use of synthesizers to fill in the low end leaves the album strongly in this minor chord valley where everything is awkward yet somehow beautiful.
This is far from the biggest album this band released. First Band on the Moon had the single “Love Fool” which got them a ridiculous amount of attention. This band experimented a lot with a take on the almost lounge jazz sound from the ’60s. On this album, they seemed to stray far from that dystopian and haunting sound, instead opting for a journey into almost electronica. They keep the bubble gum pop sound they cultivated, just added this layer of darkness that the ’90s did so very well.
Of course, the song best known off this album is also their second most known song ever. “My Favourite Game” follows the tried-n-true 4-chord structure, but with a twist. The chorus launches the listener into a dark hole, and this song actually works brilliantly as an example of the entire album. Complete with awkwardly placed lyrics, melodic shots, and a tradition but distorted structure.
I recommend this album highly, but everything they did is gold. Earlier albums are very lounge jazz, as I mentioned above, but later albums journey further into a darker void and explore what is possible with traditional pop. Also, this band has this awkward obsession with doing Black Sabbath covers in non-traditional ways. It’s always fantastic, and worth the adventure to find all two or three that were recorded.
In Summation: this album is well worth remembering. I recommend it highly, and very much recommend looking at the whole catalogue.
I need to finish what I start. I have started 3 books this year, and completely abandoned them a few week into writing them!
I do intend to finish roughly two of them. The one is a kind of description of the best relationship I have had in my life, and the other I just started, and is an interview. That’s all the information you are getting about either.
I find myself wondering if it is a good thing or not that I give myself so many projects at once. A part of me is proud that I have three books on the go that all show promise, another part of me is embarrassed and concerned that I am going to only put a third of myself into them.
On that note, I am not going to release any of them unless I am extremely proud of the outcome. It might take a year, or two, but I promise that I will not allow anything half-assed to be released under my name. I actually have two books of short stories complete. I’m soft shopping those around to agents. If you are an agent, and are curious, let me know somehow. Comments are a good place to start.
I wanted to write a very long, and important, post today. I got about half way through when I realized something: it was missing the bite that I had envisioned in my head.
I had this whole monologue about the importance of feeling important. I had a conversation with someone who said that I made them feel like I was the only person who cared most days, and I thought that I was just having a nice conversation with them. I am not a great person, but in that moment, I was the best person they had ever met.
The post I had envisioned was self deprecating, biting, and funny. I had this whole bit about how amazing you are, and how everyone should be treating everyone how they should be treated, not just how they think that they should be treated. I had this concept on how I wanted to show how you should be treated. I had diagrams and pictures and ideas for an interview and…
THEN I WOKE UP AND HAD A GOOD CONVERSATION.
It turns out that I need to be not happy to write anything good. NOT DEPRESSED, but not happy. When I’m not happy, I am willing to be a little darker. I find myself funnier, or failing humour, more interesting. When I am depressed, I’m just a fucking mess, but not happy: it’s more fun to read!
At least, that’s the way I look at my stuff. I have reread stuff that I have written when happy, and I hate all of it. Even when I’m in the same mental state I was in when it was written, I find it boring and uninspired. Even this post I find scattered and annoying.
Maybe I’m manic? I shouldn’t self diagnose. I read far to into different quirks and states of mind when I do that. It’s almost like I become a mental hypochondriac when looking into mental health stuff.
PushingUpRoses did a fantastic video on youtube talking about BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder). The video is great. My stupid brain was all “I HAVE THAT” until I remembered that I don’t. I know I have friends who have a variation of BDD, and they should really watch that video. Actually, I think anyone who has any interest in mental health should really look into that video. Especially if you think you know everything about mental health, watch that I remember that you know nothing.
For example, I know enough about mental health to admit that I know absolutely nothing, and I think that is a good thing to admit.
Yes, I published another PodCast. No, I ignored my producer and added too much music*. I am only kind of sorry.
*the name cards are wrong. Go to the actual page for a full lineup.
I am a day late in screaming into the void of the internet to weigh in on the idea of ‘blah blah cutting my opinions are a form of censorship freedom of speech blah blah’ and there are a plethora of reasons for that.
Am I going to tell you those reasons? Probably not. Not because they are shady or horrible, just uninteresting and kind of inconsequential.
So, let me give some background without getting too far into the background because you should do your own research into Canada’s (somehow) surprising history involving the genocide of Natives and stuff. It is very interesting, sad, deplorable, and important.
My gripe is people’s reaction to the idea of canceling Canada Day celebrations.
I have not celebrated Canada Day for the last 15 or so years. Not for any agenda or stance, I just do not have any pride in this country due to the ways it was formed.
Again: if you don’t know, read up on it. This rant will be here when you have, and it will give additional context for what I am on about. TL;DR is we killed a lot of the indigenous peoples who lived here, killed a lot of each other, the church is horrible, BLAH BLAH BLAH! (I’ll stop with the ‘blah blah blah’)
Today, someone attacked a friend of mine online talking as if her voicing her displeasure with the holiday and supporting the idea of abandoning the national day of celebration was a form of censorship, and infringed on the ideas of Freedom of Speech. Her response was polite, yet firm, and their discussion ended with the person basically thinking “I yelled louder therefore I win the argument on the internet” or something to that extent.
The irony is, and I cannot believe that I have to mention this, is this person wanted to use their anger toward being censored to censor someone else. They did not like that someone was voicing how they should feel awkward about voicing their opinion towards this “void” and they latched on swearing that they were being attacked and muted.
Censorship laws and the aforementioned “Freedom of Speech” only applies to the government’s actions towards opinions. It is important, and should NOT be infringed upon. It does NOT apply, however, to individuals or companies. Again, I can say whatever I want to anyone, and they can tell me to shut up. A LYNCH MOB can descend on me for having a “taboo” opinion, and they are fully in their right to do so. That never constitutes an infringement on my Freedom of Speech, simply because they do not pretend to represent a government body of any kind.
Hate-speech is not and should never be protected, and neither should threats. There, you are verbally assaulting a person, and that is different than having an opinion.
I can say “CANCEL CANADA DAY” all I want and if you don’t like it, that’s fine. You can even yell at me in comments or public message boards, and that’s fine. WordPress, Twitter, or Facebook have all the powers to remove my comments, and that’s fine. The only issue would be if the government took my comments at face value and, with no other reason, decided to lock me up.
So no, you snowflake; someone talking about how Canada Day should be canceled is NOT an infringement on your Freedom of Speech, in the same way that you telling someone to shut up is not an infringement on theirs. How you carry yourself in the discussion does say a lot about your character, however. So maybe be nice, and people might at least let you finish your mad ramblings before they politely ask you to leave the stage.
This post is lightly inspired by an image posted by a friend. It was alluding to three important ‘rules’ to live by. I noticed the lack of embracing a no response, so I added it for her.
It is probably leading to a load of confusion for everyone who sees it, so I am going to further explain what I mean in this post to express what I meant!
A no is progress. Of course, I mean this mostly in regards to the arts, mostly because that is where a majority of my experience is.
While I was pitching my book to publishing agents, I loved getting rejection letters. It let me know that they actually took the time to consider my work, and that they just felt like it was not worth their time. It is easy to forget when you are entrenched in a work you have created to remember that agents (both literary and music) make their money being able to sell your work to a bigger label. So, yes: you may have done something amazing for you. You might even have friends and family who think what you have done is amazing; but if the agent cannot sell it, they are going to pass. This doesn’t mean that the work is bad, it just means that the audience doesn’t exist, or the timing is off.
Hell, we all have seen pieces of art that we think are horrible. There are number one singles in the spotlight that we know we could do better than, or books that are boring. There are actors that are just fucking terrible, podcasts that are petty, and blogs (like this one) that are a mess narratively. The only reason they exist is because someone heard the ‘no’ and said ‘MEH’.
When it comes to the arts, it truly is a timing and arrogance game. Luck plays an unfortunately large percent of how things go. I say arrogance because you cannot give up, even if you are feeling like things are too hard. If you have an end goal of making money doing the arts, and your enjoyment is being hampered by your inability to do, the choice has to be made: is the ‘no’ too taxing on your continued enjoyment of the journey?