Why Would I Write

  • Momentum (lack of)

    Those few of you who still read this blog have probably noticed the decrease in posting frequency. It all started when I decreased how much I wrote to two times a week, then once, and it devolved into a post a month.

    The lack of momentum is real. But that’s okay. We all grow up and have more pressing things to attend to in life. Can’t be spending time typing shit onto this blog every day anymore.

    Considering I now have a full-time job as a writer, I guess I’ve been getting plenty of practice doing that. But I shouldn’t make excuses. Lazy is as lazy does.

    I had a streak going with Animal Bus for most of the year until I got extremely busy with work and started delaying my chapters just to accommodate all the work I had to do. That kinda sucked. At least Evening Drama has been going on consistently. We’ve already crossed 30 weeks, so I’m proud of us. Let’s see if we can keep it up to the magical 52.

    I haven’t done anything keyboard-related in a while, except desoldering a whole bunch of keyboards for a friend. I have an ergo version of the GNGKB75 waiting to be built, but I need the case for it cut first.

    I still play Dota, but less frequently than before. Kinda ironic how working in a games-related field takes away my time to game. Then again, it’s been the same for every other job I’ve worked in. Does that mean people shouldn’t work in areas that they enjoy? Beats me. Then how are you supposed to “Do what you’ll love, and you’ll never work another day in your life.”? Hm. I guess I haven’t figured it out yet.

    Life’s been busy, life’s been up, life’s been down. Life’s been all over the place. My mind is all over the place. Like this post. But at least I’m writing. Something.

    I posted up some new tracks on SoundCloud, feel free to check them out. I post more Instastories these days. I still rarely tweet (I mostly retweet DGD lyrics).

    COVID has really changed how life has been for me. And a lot of other people. Okay, the whole world. Most things are shitty, don’t think anything has improved. Oh well. At least I really don’t have to go into the office now. Not that I found that to be a problem in the first place.

    I had a dream I went to a doctor and tested positive for the coronavirus. Don’t think it means anything right?

    Stay safe, peeps.

  • Song Requests Over The Air

    While I was driving today, I switched to my car’s music player radio mode by accident, and kept it on after I realized my mistake. I thought I would see if I had been missing out on anything after all these years. After a minute or two, I concluded, “nope” and switched back to Bluetooth mode. But before I switched away, the station played an ad about itself, and one of the voice clips used was a lady requesting for a song.

    I then wondered to myself, “why?”. Why would anyone make a song request in this day and age? It’s 2020, for crying out loud. There’s no reason to make song requests over the air anymore. Do you know how long it takes to: call up a station, wait for your call to get through, hope that your call gets chosen, speak to a DJ to ask for your song, and then wait for your song to come on?

    A very long time. You could probably drive home, slip into something comfortable, lay down on your bed and put on that song in a shorter amount of time. Maybe pour a nice glass of wine too. It’s also very easy to go on YouTube or Spotify to search for a song that you want to hear. You can even rewind or replay the track as many times as you like. 

    If you’re requesting a popular song, why? It’s going to be played within the next hour regardless. Something obscure? The DJs don’t have it, and nobody wants to listen to your shitty taste in music anyway. If you want to share a song with a loved one – send them a link on WhatsApp, and say “thinking of you”. Heck, you could even record your own voice message to accompany it. Or share a link on Facebook and tag that special person. It’s kinda like the same thing. Except that they won’t miss it if they happen to not be listening to the radio at that specific moment. I mean, that is the beauty of music on demand.

    Radio song requests are dead, use that airtime to play shitty prank calls instead. Or run another ad.

  • A Day at the Park

    We were just kids hanging out as a family, at a park, playing with our dog. The sun was coming up, so we decided to go home before the heat became unbearable. Heading back to our car, we passed by a playground which had some children playing on a swing. As we walked by, a kid on a swing fell off and started bawling.

    Suddenly, this lady (who wasn’t the mother of the kid) came out of nowhere to chide us for walking with our leashed dog. She blamed us for scaring that kid off the swing. Obviously we had done no such thing. Looking back, I wished I thought about our dog attacking that lady. I bet that would have made young George laugh.

    My mother, being the protective woman she was, stepped in between us and that lady and told her to mind her own business. We ignored that lady and continued walking to our car.

    Many years on, I still remember that experience without knowing why it was such a significant event. Maybe I remembered wrongly, and our dog did do something to scare the kid. My confirmation bias refuses to let me believe it though. Our doggo could do no harm.

    That was over twenty years ago, and today I finally realized why. That incident in the park marked my first ever encounter with a Karen.