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1:29pm Texas, 1:29am Chicago

Hey Globe-trotters,

Things have been going alarmingly and ruinatiously for markre the first. I'd elaborate, but I am disinclined at the present to reveal specifics. They may prevent me from being a leader of the free world in 2030. Nevertheless, I will unecessarily elaborate that I am not destroyed because of drugs, violence, perversions, or natural disasters. I am destroyed by the perils of being in the entertainment business. One could speculate that I am currently undergoing my "quarter life crisis". And I would agree with them.

I have just returned from an anti-christmas in Houston, Texas. My eldest brother invited the whole brood to his new and impressive house in his new and impressive state. Well I must say that palm trees and 50 degree weather do not help to create the christmas mood. Neither does a state of constant anxiety and loathing (which, if you haven't inferred such as of yet, is my present condition). My brother was a fine host, and the holiday went off without too much friction, but my mental unrest made it merely the final mogul down the ski slope of December. The Counting Crows have a song where they say, "It's been a long December and there's reason to believe maybe this year [January] will be better than the last." I have never understood/related to such lyrics as I do now. I also find that my friend Trent Reznor was a warrior-prophet when he wrote:
"I used to be so big and strong.
I used to know my right from wrong.
I used to never be afraid.
I used to be somebody."

My words are bleak and cryptic. They are so molded to ensure the mystery-secrets of my present disquiet. Nevertheless, please understand that I am (perhaps for the first time since my parents' divorce) undergoing a state of serious disruption that needs to be solved through concerted effort.

That being said, I find myself obligated to thank God in his new and impressive heaven for all the good things that I do have in life. e.g. Destructicon, education, and that I live in a first world nation. Nay, The first world nation. Now, please send me the magic spells to combat boggarts and dementors.

Sincerely,

Tooth

Response to Futurist T's blog

A friend (we'll call her Futurist T) recently wrote a blog entry about wishing that she could return to the innocent optimism and freedom of spirit that she had when she was a child. I attempted to post a reply to this journal entry (because I am unemployed and such things distract me from accomplishing that necessary evil of securing employment) but the website said that the content had to be approved first. Just in case the reply was not approved (or lost through some esoteric internet mishap), I have decided to post my reply on my blog sans original message.

BEGIN!

Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power. Power is not bliss but powerlessness is no rainbow sherbert either. And, indeed, as an adult a Rainbow Brite [MENTIONED IN THE BLOG ENTRY] may not be as special (understanding that you can e-bay up youself another if your rabbits maul the old one), but you also have the knowledge that a buried Rainbow Brite can be unearthed and ressurected through a little tumble in the washer.

My devil's advocacy for the day is that children are more optimistic because they've yet to be scraped by the claws of human nature. An adult recognizes potential dangers and navigates through or around them - thus protecting that adult's children until they are ready to learn the ropes.

Optimism in adults is sweet and seemingly enviable, but I suspect that it is achieved through large doses of denial - not being in the moment. I feel that Optimism is not to be trusted in an adult. Hope, however, is legitimate. Hope implies that a chance exists that the future will turn out better than expected. Hope offers no guarantees (nor can anything in the universe), but it gives us the strength to pursue our goals.

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I hope to have an awesome job in the near future being funny for a living.

M

We need to pay the rent with our ROCK!

Cognates,

Today is my first official day of Unemployment. And although I shouldn't feel this way, I think it's fucking awesome. I've always loathed and feared labor of the ligiments and mind, but my brief foray into the world of the souless worker bees has solidified my distaste for such plebian endeavours as the banal squandering of one's life in exchange for base ducats and sheckles. I am an elitist prig and, as such, should not be required to work. It doesn't hurt that for the past three months I've been doing as "The Man" tells me to do and not as my heart does - that is to say working in a field unrelated to my passions and whimsies. I've also learned valuable lessons in ignoring mostrous rudeness. Such psyche-saving daydreaming has only been rivalled in my lifetime by my epic "space-out" sessions during my parents' divorce.

So in GOOD news - I've been accepted into Second City's Conservatory level classes!!!! If you review my blog entries from late summer, you'll see my first fruitless attempt to gain admission into the prestigous academy of improv-acolytes. Now, at long last, I've truly begun my journey. I'm very excited to begin and I feel a little bit of my old confidence returning to my veins.

Additionally, I have just finished typing my first draft of The Playbook: How to Bang on Chicks and Beatdown Punkasses. It is a satire on highschool football culture that I penned at work to keep me sane. So it's sort of like the company paid me to write a book that mocks their children. Justice abounds. More on The Playbook as it develops.

In more good news, The Destructicon has recently landed a lead role in a musical here in the city. This is very exciting for her, and I feel that it's about damn time that this city paid attention to her talent.

And now dear Bat-fiends I must avaunt from hence to two miles away to spend time w/ a cinnamon cat and a special lady.

Flame beats wick everytime.

M