goodbye november, you'll be forgotten.
half of what i say is meaningless...
at thanksgiving last week my 17 year old female cousin asked me why i'm so weird. i thought it odd that a person that has known me for 17 years might not have caught on to the joke i call life. doesn't she know that it's not politically correct to call people "weird" these days? call me different. call me unique. call me a rated rookie or a future star (baseball card reference for those that don't know). but don't call me weird... it hurts my feelings and puts me in a position outside the ranks of normal human-beingism. oh wait, i just remembered. being weird is the new black. i'm much more hip and form-fitting than anybody ever thought before... thanks ovaltine!
you know what people need? we each need a personal quote sheet about us like what they put on the back covers of books. there needs to be a service where you send your accolades out and critics send back a well thought out sentence of what they think of your overall being. maybe that is what happens when we die... there's a panel of old folks that never did what i actually did but are given the power to judge every aspect of me. and other people will listen just because these people have done this for so long that their opinion is respected. maybe they even get paid a small chunk if they have something good to say. anyway, i'm curious what they'd say about me... "Ryan holds his music dear to his heart, but too often blurs the line between life and art." or "Ryan is the greatest creative theorist of our time. Two thumbs WAY up."
i think anybody who is reading this needs to take a stab at it. if it's good enough, i might put it on my resume...
at thanksgiving last week my 17 year old female cousin asked me why i'm so weird. i thought it odd that a person that has known me for 17 years might not have caught on to the joke i call life. doesn't she know that it's not politically correct to call people "weird" these days? call me different. call me unique. call me a rated rookie or a future star (baseball card reference for those that don't know). but don't call me weird... it hurts my feelings and puts me in a position outside the ranks of normal human-beingism. oh wait, i just remembered. being weird is the new black. i'm much more hip and form-fitting than anybody ever thought before... thanks ovaltine!
you know what people need? we each need a personal quote sheet about us like what they put on the back covers of books. there needs to be a service where you send your accolades out and critics send back a well thought out sentence of what they think of your overall being. maybe that is what happens when we die... there's a panel of old folks that never did what i actually did but are given the power to judge every aspect of me. and other people will listen just because these people have done this for so long that their opinion is respected. maybe they even get paid a small chunk if they have something good to say. anyway, i'm curious what they'd say about me... "Ryan holds his music dear to his heart, but too often blurs the line between life and art." or "Ryan is the greatest creative theorist of our time. Two thumbs WAY up."
i think anybody who is reading this needs to take a stab at it. if it's good enough, i might put it on my resume...