Darn, Those Pesky Blue Moons

Edition #94 — May 31, 2007

I type too much. I was still uploading new work to my website at 5:00 am this morning. It was a revised version of my quit smoking ebook — and changes to web files, etc. Lots of work. I then slept a few hours, woke up, went for a short walk, and after a brief conversation with my cat, I sat back down at my computer. No wonder my hands are numb.

I bought myself a new "ergonomic" keyboard by Microsoft (ooh, The Evil Empire!) to offset the damage of RSI (repetitive strain injuries like tendonitis and carpal tunnel syndrome). I'm doing okay, but as a guitar player with music work ahead of me, it's always a cause for concern. It's also ironic that I experienced these symptoms for the first time while creating the stop smoking ebook. Now, it still wants more... Damn words! I should do a radio show instead.

Actually, that was suggested to me once when I was a guest on a Toronto online radio show, many moons ago. I guess I could do a "pod cast" type format where people could download MP3's of me complaining that I type too much. Fascinating...tell me more.

The reason for the "pesky blue moons" title is that I had to put out two newsletters in the same month since I time them to coincide with the full moon (easier to remember that way).

I'd been working on my "book" (my "masterpiece"?) this month before doing the web thing in the past three days. It made me think about more typing, and that I was much too busy to have any good ideas. So you're getting a stream of consciousness thing which I hope is at least better than drinking effluent spilling out of an industrial pipe. But then again...who knows. Smell anything funny? Is that a dead fish floating over there?

Organ Donors? Now That's Entertainment!

I was reading about a new Dutch Reality TV show where a dying woman (brain tumor, nothing too tragic) is the Donald Trump over three potential candidates competing for one of her organs to save their own lives (how selfish!). The winner gets to have it after she dies, of course, unless Dr. Jack Kevorkian, who just got out of prison today, wants to play the Simon Cowel role to the dying woman's Trump — "You call that begging for your life? That's completely amateur. Go on, leave the operating room and let someone deserving have the kidney! You're killing our ratings."

I guess what my sarcasm is trying to say is: What the f... is going on with our world? Reverence? It's time to revive it, I think.

At What Age Should A Child Begin Smoking?

And speaking of dying to have fun, if you're seeking some insight and levity, you can read about another form of social madness, in my newly revised ebook, How I Finally Quit Smoking — For Good. It actually has some pretty good entertainment value, despite the addictive subject matter. There's also a fascinating section on the psychology of tobacco advertising. Plenty of food for thought. Nutritious, too. Click on the links, you'll find it.

It's my work that keeps me hopeful when the TV tells me otherwise. It's ironic that my own TV stopped working 3 days ago, and I don't even miss it. It "was" a nice SONY, 28" Trinitron that I bought in 1992. I guess it had enough of useless programming, too. And when I tried to watch Jon Stewart the other day, all I found was a business card: Jack Kevorkian, TV mercy killings.

Okay, I think you've had too much fun already. See ya next full moon. Ah-woo. And keep smiling. Use tape if you have to.

Roland K.


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