Great. How’s everyone doing! Another Tuesday has rolled around. What does that mean to you. Tuesday. It means a lot to me. Is your life like mine? Hmm. I think part of A Creative Sharing Life is just acting like Unflinchingly Everyone Can Always Relate to Me. I picked up on that somewhere. Don’t leave anyone any room to start doubtinghmm maybe I don’t relate to the thing I’m seeing. You can Relate Without Relating. I guess. Hey I relate to this guy in the sense that I understand he’s a guy or something. Clearly looking to be related with. I Relate in the sense that there’s something there that CAN BE relatable in theory. Other than that you’re WAY off though. Anyway. You can relate to me because I’m telling it like it is. I don’t THINK ABOUT IT. I just SAY NONSENSE off the top of my head. I may not be 100% on what, “Being Relatable,” means. Kinda close though! Anyway. You ever have to do Relatable Races in track and field class. No. Wait. Maybe yes. Gym class is probably the closest thing to music practice I got to in school besides Choir in middle school. We had to COORDINATE push-ups. I had to make sure I was doing every exercise in lien with everyone else or I’d look like a chump, doing jumping jacks out of time. That’s kind of like practicing an instrument. Jumping Jacks. I dunno about that.
I dunno who designed the Jumping Jack but it’s one of the dumbest looking exercises. Was the inventor named Jack? Or did he name it to embarrass some guy named Jack who he hated. Anyway. At least one or two years in elementary school we learned RECORDER. The rudimentary flute type thing. I dunno if we learned it. They gave it to us for half an hour a week and saidGO FOR IT. I don’t remember learning how to play it! And that’s gotta be on THEM NOT ME. I learned how to do other stuff School threw my way! Just not Recorder. I remember putting my fingers over different slots and being likeHmm wonder if THIS’LL WORK and Nope nothing ever worked. Never did figure out the recorder! Anyway. Great news! Saw my doctor today and I I’m going down 50% on one of my drugs. From 150 MG to 100! That means out of a total of 20 or so raw amount of pills a day I’m taking 19. Speaking of Going Down I’ve been having a tough time figuring out how to do lead guitar for Going Down: The Blues song. Sometimes I can do it okay and sometimes I’m doing shitty! Last night while in bed I figured out it’s a song about oral sex and hopefully that unlocked something in me so that I’ll be able to play it better in the future. But Michael what if it was about an elevator. All songs about elevators are invariably about GOING UP. Going DOWN is about eating pussy or blow jobs!
Has anyone designed a sideways elevator for a building. I feel like I rode that in Epcot Center. It was awesome? Anyway. Can you GO UP on somebody as a sex act. Huh. Probably. You can do practically anything as a sex act if you’re creative enough! Anyway. There’s talk of making us dress up for the Blues Legends School Of Rock show in three weeks. Possibly in suits and whatknot. I dunno! That’s a hassle! I probably have a suit but I’d have to look! Could be fun though. It might get me in the zone, wearing super special attire. Or the opposite! Could be a distarction. Who knows what will happen when stuff happens. Worst things worst I can just wear a dress shirt. I don’t care what I wear! I’ll look like a jerk either way so it doesn’t bother me. I’ll let my At Times Adequate Guitar Skills speak for themselves! YEAH. Well anyway life goes on for you and me. I don’t like the idea of people looking at me. Judging. Disliking. Hating. Throwing Up. Demanding refunds. But I guess that’s all part of the show. I can live with people only being half on board with my music because that’s something presumably I can control. I have it in me to work on that and get better next season. I’m NEVER gonna be more appealing visually. What if I get that bone breaking procedure. Then I’ll look like a still short 5’6 long legged freak. …That doesn’t sound awful now that I say it out loud…
Great! I’ll break ALL the bones! However many it takes to be a real man! I could become a supervillain and my plot would be to Make Everyone Else Shorter. Joker says that in The Dark Knight. I’m bringing everyone down to my level. Or something. So just that but Very Very Literally. That’d be my Supervillain Move! Is there a class of Super People in Comic Book Literature that aren’t Villians or Heroes. Do you need to be on one Polar End Of the Spectrum to be Super? Can you be Super Moderate Somehow? I dunno! Either you’re good or bad. That’s what Comic Books tell us. YES You can go from Good To Bad or Bad To Good or Good To Bad To Bad To Good To Bad And Back Again. But you can only be CLEARLY GOOD OR CLEARLY BAD AT A TIME I guess…. If you’re super. This only goes for The Supers Amongst Us! I dunno I see Flawed Super Heroes all the time. YEAH but they’re still obviously Super Heroes. You know a Super Hero when you see one. Even if they’re flawed. ALSO they gotta bring back Entourage. The theme song includes the word, “Superhero,” so that’s what just happened. YES Entourage is dumb. WHO CARES. It’s the right decision to make BUSINESSWISE and CULTURALLYWISE. Watching it would be fun for a guy like me, guys not exactly like me, girls, and friends of all ages!
Anyway. Alright. Genie… I Wish… There was a new season of Entourag— WAIT NO. Oh well. Too late. Coulda been worse. I blew one of my wishes on Entourage BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE. It’s a net positive wish. I could have made a net negative wish! When I was a child, we used to go to a Chinese Restaurant that had a kind of pond in the lobby that you could throw coins into and I demanded change from my mother each time we went every other week to throw into the large fountain. Did I make wishes as I tossed the coinage? Well Yeah I must have! I think I made dumb wishes too likeHmm I Dunno I Wish For WORLD PEACE. And you can see how that turned out. I dunno Michael are you sure you didn’t wish for Eight Seasons And A Film of Entourage because that actually did happen. YES I AM SURE. I think I probably asked for quarters, too. Probably settled for dimes. Either way everyone knows the higher the amount you’re tossing the more you’re gonna get back wishwise. Anyway. Did I used to make wishes while blowing out birthday candles? Seems like something that was beneath me even as a child. Besides, it’s not like I was wanting for anything as a youth. I had everything I need! I’m surrounded by Liked Ones and cake is imminent! Anyway. That’s all I got for today I guess. See ya later!
-3:50 P.M.
MAY 19 2026
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