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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Regrets...
I've had a few.
But then again,
Too few to mention!

--"My Way",
written by Paul Anka

When I hear that song, I think of Frank Sinatra, and sometimes Elvis or Sid Vicious -- all of whom have been known to perform, in their own unique manner, that wonderful song. Wonderful because -- though I don't always enjoy hearing it, I've heard it so much -- the song is a wonderful personal anthem. That's something we all need: a personal anthem. A song that praises our individuality; a mark of devotion to oneself. After all, they say you're going to have a helluva time loving anyone else unless you've first learned to love yourself, right?

This is not to replace your love for your God, or your spouse, or your family. I'm simply saying that we all need to give ourselves a bit more self-love at this time of year. (No, not that type of self-love !) Too many of us beat up on ourselves throughout the year, and then nearly destroy ourselves at year's end. No wonder there are so many suicides during the Holidays; the messages bombarding us are to Buy Buy Buy and to Give Give Give -- but what if you have nothing to give but love? If you have a dearth of that good stuff, then you'll have a bitch of a time spreading it around to your neighbors.

So be good to yourself, whether you're Christian, Pagan, Wiccan, Athiest, Hindu, Islamic, Mormon, Podcastin, or otherwise. Don't take the pills, they won't do you or anyone else any good; you'll simply miss out on the Next Big Thing (which may turn out to be Your Next Big Thing). Just do things your own way, singing that little hymn as you do so:

For what is a man,
What has he got?
If not himself,
Then he has naught.
To say the things,
He truly feels,
And not the words,
Of one who kneels.
The record shows,
I took the blows
And did it my way!

Monday, September 25, 2006

It is needless for anyone to be harmed due to the betrayal I'm about to perform here, the one mentioned in the current heading (currently located above), and repeated here for posterity:

I will not be jumping off any buildings, though I've (jestingly) mentioned the consideration to my girlfriend so often that it's become not only inappropriate but (perhaps) psychologically damaging. I've simply had enough of this experiment, or at least this aspect of the project, for the time being. Perhaps tomorrow I'll change my mind. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be writing a novel, right here. Perhaps I'll be posting new audio recordings -- my "Joe Frank thing". Perhaps I'll be posting more mundane video, my shabby avante-gardism -- watch out, Orson Wells! (Or was it Welles? I always forget.)
Then again, perhaps you'll never hear from me again. Not here, anyway. I've some other projects in mind: The tools have been purchased, the parts have been collected. I've simply got to begin building. Something That Happened is a story that will continue -- somewhere, if not here -- but before I report any more of the tale here or somewhere or anywhere, I've got to build, elsewhere.
Those of you who have participated: Thank you. I wish I had more to give you -- better parting words, a promise of some sort, a consolation prize. Some cookies and milk. A handjob; a tongue performing the proper maneuverings. I do have this, however, which should make it easier for you to say goodbye: I never really liked you. There, doesn't that make it easier for you to kiss this project goodbye? Doesn't that make it easier for you to unsubscribe? Honestly, though, I may have been lying again, right when I said that mean thing there. I mean, it's likely that I really wish you'd stay tuned and/or subscribed -- at least until you're sure I won't be back around.

So then, a few more comments, a few more posts, some secrets revealed before I walk away for good. (Please don't read anything heavy into that statement; I'm simply referring to walking away from this project -- and it's likely it will only be a temporary absence, at that.) Rather than meander too much in one post, I'll stop here, and continue in my next post.

Labels: commentary, project updates, suicide

posted by Harold 9/25/2006 01:39:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Did I mention that my girlfriend shat in her pants just a few minutes after I did the same? It's true -- and what makes the event even more interesting is the fact that she's never done it before. So the day she decides to push a fart too hard, it's (one of) the same day(s) that I do the deed! Isn't that wonderful?

Tags: art, commentary, video, flash, flash video, Hershey Squirt, pushing a fart too hard, vodcast, flatulence, vlog, farting

Labels: farting around, Hershey Squirt, incident, observations, something that happened

posted by Harold 9/24/2006 10:29:00 PM | 0 Comments | Links to this post

Something That Happened.

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Stories by Harold, in a variety of formats - including text, audio, video, and podcasts.

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