Champagne from a paper cup.

So I've been riding the bus for a while now. Although I can (barely)afford to buy another car, I think I'm going to stick to public transport for the next month or six.

In actuality, "the bus" is generally not all that bad. I am saving money, both on transportation and eating out, and am so much more organized than I ever was before. I know EXACTLY what time I need to be at the stop, and my life revolves around that time, no matter where I may be going to or coming from. I carry much less shit with me. No more lugging my laptop around, or a plethora of notebooks, etc.. It's just my food for the day, a single notebook, a simple house key, maybe a rain jacket, etc.. I am also losing weight, as I walk almost three miles home from the busway nightly, as the buses don't run towards my neighborhood that late. I get to do a lot of thinking on those walks, as my iPod shit the bed, and I've got more pressing ways to spend dollars.

Lately, I've been going back and forth about the status of my life, i.e. direction or lack thereof. The thing is, I've never, as long as I've been alive, really felt the need to move my life in any sort of direction. I am content to take things a day at a time, and to make the most of most everyday I can. I define "the most" as anything from catching up on sleep and watching South Park on DVD, to cleaning my place from head to toe and riding my bike twenty miles.

Well, not really. I never clean my place.

Anyways, something that's been fucking killing me lately is comedy, and my relation to it. You see, comedy is the only thing in my life that I feel "home" doing. This kills me, because I have been in a severe creative rut lately. I am not writing as much or as well as I was in years past, and I do not want to bring shit to the stage. I never, ever, force myself to write. I let it come to me, and it just hasn't been coming like I want it to, and it's so confusing.

Also, I've sort of reached a breaking point with the Pittsburgh scene. As a creative person, I draw inspiration from the people, as well as the things, around me, and quite frankly, the majority of Pittsburgh comics don't really... uh, just "ugh" I guess. I'm not going to insult people I've come to respect.

If you don't like them, you deserve to die a horrible death and an IRS audit.


Unions aren't Socialist at all.-BK

The Glove will never fit another.

I cannot believe Michael Jackson is dead. I was born in 1984, and he was the first person I ever idolized. When I was six or seven, I had a black leather jacket with zippers all over it, just like the one he wore in the Bad video. As simply as it can be put, his work wasn't merely part of pop culture, it was pop culture.

It's an easy time to take shots at the man, but, for the most part, I'm not doing it. His life was extraordinary in every aspect, both good and bad. He was a flawed person, probably a tortured soul, denied his youth and ostracized for attempting to reclaim a part of it. He helped tens of millions of people through his music, charity work, and simple presence.

Find me one album with the production level and general start-to-finish awesomeness of Thriller, I fucking dare you to.

Thanks for the music Michael, you gave more of yourself than you could handle, and I will cherish your memory always.

I guarantee you Weird Al sees a rise in sales.-BK

You can't catch the 21F today.

Where the fuck have I been?

Well, I decided to take a bit of time away from blogging in order to dedicate more of myself to Tweeting.

Christ, that might be the most depressing sentence I've ever written, and yes, I'm including my early comedy material in that conclusion.

Twitter, though addictive, is pretty fucking dumb. Stike that. Twitter isn't dumb, it's users, however, seem to be, by and large, very stupid. I'm no Steven Wright, but I'm far and away better in short form than the majority of "Tweeters" comedians, both famous and non, included.

The thing is, just because something is short does not mean it's okay to be thoughtless! Stop, stand back from your thought, and make it interesting! Twitter is just proving that we're a dull, television obsessed, lazy society.

Ugh.

My life has pretty much been almost total shit this last month or so. Yes, I have my house, but in acquiring it, and dealing, in my own "barely-functioning alcoholic" way, with the stress(es) involved, I've pushed away, seemingly permanently, a few people who I value and respect much more than I let on. It's not fair to them, and if they happen to read this, maybe the previous words can say more than my mumbled phone voice could. Sorry, but it's best for both of us. Well, I really only care about me, ok? It's best for fucking me.

This sentence's purpose is to let you know that Sammy Hagar is/was the best singer of Van Halen.

I stopped drinking. The hard way. For the time being. Hopefully for an entire year, but time, stress, and my addiction to fun will tell. When you wake up behind the steering wheel of a crashed car, you're forced to face the hard truth about your lifestyle, and your lack of self control. Luckily, I did not injure or kill anyone, but I very easily could've, and I know for a fact I would not have been able to go on living if that had happened, so, logically, I can't let that happen. Because I aspire to get into idealized Christian heaven, and suicide is wrong, yo.

Look for me to be "stepping my blog game up" in the future. Maybe not to my former daily posting self, but a few times a week.


"And all I remember, was how hard we tried, only to surrender."-BK