Been a while since I updated, so I figured I’d run my yap a bit via keyboard while I’m waiting for my latest vid to render.  I’ll end up revisiting the topic later, but we’ll have swipe one at MTV posted to YouTube, and here, later on today.  As it’s been a few years since I did any real video editing, I’m also in the process of re-learning not only my tools, but various techniques and issues that go along with video production, so these first few attempts are likely to not be real well-polished.

One of these days I’ll probably think about actually writing down at least the points I want to hit before I push the record button.  This upcoming vid, like the last one, was done totally off the top of my head, and only runs about five and a half minutes (as opposed to 21+ for the last one).  On the one hand, that leaves me plenty of room to hit more points on the same topic later.  On the other hand, I run the risk of repeating things I’ve already said, which I don’t want to do.

I want to extend a special thanks on this one to a fella named Mark Behan, who apparently thinks I’m worth reading/watching/listening to and suggested the idea of doing a rant about MTV.  I’d have got to it eventually anyway – MTV, like the rest of the “entertainment” business, pisses me off to no end – but it was his suggesting it that kind of lit the fuse this time around, as I’d been sort of sitting and hemming and hawing about what I wanted to do next.

I really need to reinforce this:  please, please, please share this stuff.  Whether you think I’m completely right, completely nuts, or somewhere in between, I’m not just doing this because I like the sound of my lips slapping together – I’m doing it because people who read, listen, or watch me keep telling me they like the sound of my lips slapping together.  I seem to have this kind of ‘adult magazine’ thing going where everybody who’s exposed to it really digs it, but they’re all like…embarrassed to admit it or something?  I don’t know.  What I do know is that there are two things that I do pretty well:  play drums, and run my mouth.  Since I’ve got no drums, that leaves me with the latter option to draw traffic to this site.  Hopefully, the more people who show up, the more people will keep coming back, and then I get to be the next fifteen minutes of net.fame, and maybe – maybe – I’ll manage to say or do something that makes a positive difference in the world.  I don’t have an advertising budget.  I’m not Arianna Huffington or Politico.Com, where I can just throw money until people sit up and take notice; the only way people are going to find me, is through you…and I need to be found, because if I’m not, pretty quick here I’m going to be living in a van, down by the river…literally.

Enough begging.  Finally got some time to really talk with Samara, and things appear to be much more positive on that front.  Not quite where I’d like them to be yet, but moving that way.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed.  I’m still thinking about that whole nude photography thing, too, so we’ll see what develops there (no pun intended).  Outside of some initial interest/flirtation, I haven’t really heard anything more from Katya, the girl I mentioned in my last post.  Hopefully she doesn’t just fade out because one or both of us decides that pursuing a more intimate relationship isn’t in the cards; just because I decide I’m not going to sleep with someone doesn’t mean I don’t like having friends, preferably of the intelligent-and-female variety.

At some point, here, I need to re-arrange this site, too.  Too many categories and too many tags.  Upside:  better search engine visibility and not such an overwhelming list of tags.  Down-side…going through post-by-post and restructuring.  But it’s gonna have to be done, and I need to narrow my focus here a bit as well…my mind is just always jumping from point to point to point, and of course I’ve got something to say about all of it.  Less breadth, more depth, or something like that.

What I really need is a cadre of minions to execute my plans.  *sigh*  For the umpteen-millionth time in my life, I find myself wondering why I had to be born smart and pretty instead of rich ;-)  There are millions of people in this country who spend enough on Starschmucks ($1 Foamy) in a year to leave met set for life.  Oh well…I guess it’ll make my eventual success that much sweeter.

I just wish it would get here while I’m still young enough to really enjoy it.

Back later.