Hey, everyone; I'm back.
Sorry if I stayed away too long. (I recently updated my decade-plus-old Angelfire page to say "I average (blogging) about once a week", & lately, that's just not true!) But I come here now to write a blog I've been considering for an amount of time I literally don't have a clue on. On top of that, it's one I hope you all read, consider, & then tell everyone you know (as someone said on TV this week, "Tweet it, Facebook it, text,...") to do the same. I have (as the title says) a "BIG, Important Question" to ask you all, & the answer you have may quite-literally change the way I live the rest of my life...
Are you ready for it?!... Seriously?!... Here it is...
HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF TENACIOUS D?!
OK; Sorry. Fact is, I just LOVE fake-outs like that! The real question is...
Do you know how to disprove a medical diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes?!
No; Seriously! That's it. But the two are related. Let me explain.
I am honestly not a fan of Tenacious D. I can't say I've watched them perform more than 1 song ever. I own 2 Jack Black movies on DVD: "High Fidelity" (wherein I think Cusack cast him after a lost bet, or a lost hand in a poker game) & "Tropic Thunder" (where he is working alongside Robert Downey Jr., who is playing an actor, which he had already won awards for doing in "Chaplin", so JB couldn't possibly ruin it). As for the other man, Kyle Gass, I know almost nothing about him, causing me to assume he is like other gases, which people apologize for when they release them on the public.
Anyhow, the one song I know of theirs is called, "Tribute". For anyone who is unaware, here is a link to the lyrics. As I already typed, that may be the only song I ever heard them perform (& I cannot tell you where). However, this song has been in my head for the great majority of the time I have been considering writing this blog...
As the lyrics say, they don't consider the song to be "the greatest song in the world", but "just a tribute" to it. I have little doubt me & my readers would disagree on the greatest song in the world (the same way most people on the 'Net argue the Beatles were the greatest rock band ever, & the "Monkeemaniac" in me will never allow myself to even put them in my Top 20). Regardless, I say a simple reading of those lyrics tells you that the song itself is not even a contender. On top of that, the fact it repeatedly claims to be a "tribute" to "the greatest song in the world" means the greatest one must be something written before it (much the way Mel Brooks couldn't have gone on "Conan" for what he did last night if Sid Caesar was alive & having Lunch somewhere this afternoon).
If you are reading my blog for the first time, let me give you a quick note on something I've written a million times: I was diagnosed as a Type 1 Diabetic almost 13 years ago, & have not spent 1 second of that time agreeing with or believing that diagnosis. As a matter of fact, one of the "aims" (not "resolutions") I have for 2014 is to lessen the number of medications I take & doctors I see, & the first one I plan to cut from the list is my current endocrinologist, since my understanding is that Diabetes is one of the main diseases they deal with, & I don't think I actually have that disease, so I don't believe I actually need to see any of that type of doctor. (Much the way my sister doesn't see my neurologist because she doesn't have my shunt, & I don't see the doctor that helped her during any of her three pregnancies.)
Here's something that is always key to remember for my life/situation: Even if you are one of the friends or family members that believe I have Diabetes (seems to be every one but me), you don't know how long I've had it for. I will remember for an undeterminable amount of time I was diagnosed some time between June 29, 2001 (the day I went into the hospital) & July 6, 2001 (the day I went home). Regardless, I may have actually started having the disease at any time in the prior 18-&-a-half years, & nobody I know can positively confirm-or-deny that. What everyone knows is that the diagnosis (right or wrong, depending on who you ask) came sometime in that week-or-so.
One thing my Mom & I discuss a lot (admittedly, mostly me) is Galileo. I bring it up often when we are discussing "my Diabetes". (I call it this, regardless of claiming to know I don't have the disease, nor vice-versa.) As I learned from Mr. Lendak my Freshman year of high school (he used to be friends with my Dad; I don't know about now), Galileo was literally sent to the Inquisition due to his defense of "heliocentrism" (earth revolving around the Sun). Now, that sometimes makes me literally laugh, due to all of us knowing him to have been right...
Over the past few years, there have been a few times where I downright refused to "check my blood-sugar" or take my insulin shots. This is largely not due to my denial of Diabetes, but my questioning of the disease's treatment, which dates back to almost the very same day I arrived home. (It boils down to, "Making myself bleed & stabbing myself with needles, & doing both repeatedly, is supposed to make me feel better? And help prolong my life? And I'm supposed to want to live longer, knowing I have to do each of these things?" I have honestly considered contacting Criss Angel &/or moving to New York, doing these things publically, & calling myself a performance artist.)
Anyhow, long blog shorter, that is why I want to prove that I don't have it. (Don't try Google; Been there, done that, got WAY too many T-shirts.) Much like someone eventually proved Galileo's belief about the Earth & sun to be right (but, as I say when discussing it, "he's not any less dead"), I expect my denial of having Diabetes will be proven factual, & I would like to see it happen before I'm dead, so I am able to enjoy whatever I can see/do when not restricted by my currently-enforced schedule of shots & things.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
"...But When Will I Go Public?"
I'll start this one off by turning-away some potential readers; No, I
am never planning to "come out" (I know how the Internet is/are.) While
I admit to never having dated anyone & have nothing against gay
marriages/relationships, I fully believe myself to be a "straight" adult
(though the stuff on my boots' soles makes me walk a bit curvy
sometimes), & consider my lack of dating to be a positive. (If/When I
do ever start, I will go into it with far-less
expectations. Also, I will watch "Judge Judy"/"Judge Mathis"/"Judge
Alex" or "Maury" on an average weekday, but never have
to expect seeing myself being sued for damage to an ex's
person/property, or to see anyone claiming I'm father of their kid.)
As for what this blog is/will-be about, I find it a bit ironic I am writing it on this computer, as this machine may also contain the answer to the question. (I have long made it known my "fandom" of irony, including when I get bored... Also not against puns.)
Not sure I ever mentioned it on this site (which owes its name to the project), but I started writing something on a laptop in the late '90s. I was able to continue it a bit more in the year 2000, & when I was able to devote all my writing time to projects of my own invention, technically "finished" it in late 2001. I call it a "tech" finish because the project was my first musical-theater project, but the second (& final) Act still has its tunes finished only in my head. (I will probably hold on to my continually-growing collection of "business cards" for my also-often-growing list of doctors, as they may still be unaware, but from 2002 until late 2007, it was the sole reason I continued to exist, so it seems only right to send them notice-of/passes-to a performance if it ever happens... On a side-note, you can read all about the added reason from Fall 2007 on this blog.)
I am also not sure if I have mentioned it previously on this site (though its exclusion would downright shock me), but I often claim to "live improv". I actually started with an improvisation group around the same time I started writing the aforementioned project; While I don't think the later version of the group meets anymore, I continue to live a lot of my life with little-to-no pre-planning. [I do, for instance, set "reminder timers" on our onscreen cable guide for a lot of my favorite shows (everything from the new episode of "The Big Bang Theory" to a who-knows-how-old "Boy Meets World" repeat, both yesterday), but I love that the reminder includes the option to not change the channel to that show after all.]
Anyhow, I sometimes mix the pre-planning with the improvisation. If you had a microphone attached to my coat this weekend, for instance, you might find I'm walking to a still-undecided movie while singing a song I wrote the lyrics to over a dozen years ago. I am often thinking not of where I want to go or what I'll have for my next meal, but of who I might work with if/when that aforementioned project ever gets done. (The fact is that in the area where I live, they'll do 100 different plays a year, but those auditioning & being cast will come from an individually-identifiable group about the size of those working in this weekend's Super Bowl.)
I have often discussed these things with my mother (one of the few people to have read/heard the full project, a group I can count on 1 hand & simultaneously type), & we disagree on a few things. One we constantly argue (literally; it tends to get a bit rough) is whether or not anyone I have worked with on previous theater projects will even audition for mine. (I admit to myself being part of the reason for the previously-suggested small number of local auditioners; While PT Barnum is credited with mention of a "sucker born every minute", I myself last did a play locally roughly 8 years ago, & it was roughly 1 ago I told myself aloud I was choosing to remain working on the page & not the stage from here on out.)
As I'm reasonably-sure I have mentioned on this site previously, I am "a legal adult". (I won't go further into the reason for those quotes, as the situation with that may have changed before some of you read this.) That said, I have not only thought often about who I might work with on this project, but what the articles might say that I expect will be written about me &/or it when the show is being cast, etc. (I have a long E-mail history with the main entertainment reporter for one of the local papers, so I suspect he might be doing it. For the other main paper in the area, it seems a current reporter for their Website is someone I currently "follow" on Twitter, & was the lead actress in my first theater show ever, so in my mind, I have promised her their "exclusive" contact whenever the staging happens.)
Never mind the fact that I have pictured several scenes, & even some blocking &/or choreography in my head at least twice for every can of soda I drank this week, as well as considered my nephew standing in the lobby after the show, leading me around to audience members, & even introducing me as both his Uncle & the man who wrote the show they just saw. (Keep your duos of "Kander & Ebb" or "Lerner and Loewe"; My shows are written by the trio of Me, Myself, & I.) I believe myself to have an unspoken agreement with a local theater's director (a costar that was simultaneously onstage with me in scenes of the only musical I ever did, & a key part of the reason I started writing this project) that this particular theater (the only stage I've ever appeared on, also home to the improvisation group) will perform my show if/when it is completed in actuality.
The question is not if it will be performed. (Not to me, anyway; I realize he could reject the finished product, but his doing so would be a literal "shock to the system".) The question is also not what will be my proverbial "next trick". (While I await the final step in the completion of its writing, I only last night typed the beginning of another non-musical theater project I began earlier this year, & have a character for my next musical project named & described for myself in the "Drafts" area of my cell phone's text messages.) The question is lastly not how people will react to the finished product. (I have told Mom in our aforementioned conversations I suspect former costars' knowledge-of/experiences-with me may keep them from auditioning for my show, but simultaneously believe they will all attempt to see it, & many will have positive feedback when they do.)
The simple question is... WHEN?!
As for what this blog is/will-be about, I find it a bit ironic I am writing it on this computer, as this machine may also contain the answer to the question. (I have long made it known my "fandom" of irony, including when I get bored... Also not against puns.)
Not sure I ever mentioned it on this site (which owes its name to the project), but I started writing something on a laptop in the late '90s. I was able to continue it a bit more in the year 2000, & when I was able to devote all my writing time to projects of my own invention, technically "finished" it in late 2001. I call it a "tech" finish because the project was my first musical-theater project, but the second (& final) Act still has its tunes finished only in my head. (I will probably hold on to my continually-growing collection of "business cards" for my also-often-growing list of doctors, as they may still be unaware, but from 2002 until late 2007, it was the sole reason I continued to exist, so it seems only right to send them notice-of/passes-to a performance if it ever happens... On a side-note, you can read all about the added reason from Fall 2007 on this blog.)
I am also not sure if I have mentioned it previously on this site (though its exclusion would downright shock me), but I often claim to "live improv". I actually started with an improvisation group around the same time I started writing the aforementioned project; While I don't think the later version of the group meets anymore, I continue to live a lot of my life with little-to-no pre-planning. [I do, for instance, set "reminder timers" on our onscreen cable guide for a lot of my favorite shows (everything from the new episode of "The Big Bang Theory" to a who-knows-how-old "Boy Meets World" repeat, both yesterday), but I love that the reminder includes the option to not change the channel to that show after all.]
Anyhow, I sometimes mix the pre-planning with the improvisation. If you had a microphone attached to my coat this weekend, for instance, you might find I'm walking to a still-undecided movie while singing a song I wrote the lyrics to over a dozen years ago. I am often thinking not of where I want to go or what I'll have for my next meal, but of who I might work with if/when that aforementioned project ever gets done. (The fact is that in the area where I live, they'll do 100 different plays a year, but those auditioning & being cast will come from an individually-identifiable group about the size of those working in this weekend's Super Bowl.)
I have often discussed these things with my mother (one of the few people to have read/heard the full project, a group I can count on 1 hand & simultaneously type), & we disagree on a few things. One we constantly argue (literally; it tends to get a bit rough) is whether or not anyone I have worked with on previous theater projects will even audition for mine. (I admit to myself being part of the reason for the previously-suggested small number of local auditioners; While PT Barnum is credited with mention of a "sucker born every minute", I myself last did a play locally roughly 8 years ago, & it was roughly 1 ago I told myself aloud I was choosing to remain working on the page & not the stage from here on out.)
As I'm reasonably-sure I have mentioned on this site previously, I am "a legal adult". (I won't go further into the reason for those quotes, as the situation with that may have changed before some of you read this.) That said, I have not only thought often about who I might work with on this project, but what the articles might say that I expect will be written about me &/or it when the show is being cast, etc. (I have a long E-mail history with the main entertainment reporter for one of the local papers, so I suspect he might be doing it. For the other main paper in the area, it seems a current reporter for their Website is someone I currently "follow" on Twitter, & was the lead actress in my first theater show ever, so in my mind, I have promised her their "exclusive" contact whenever the staging happens.)
Never mind the fact that I have pictured several scenes, & even some blocking &/or choreography in my head at least twice for every can of soda I drank this week, as well as considered my nephew standing in the lobby after the show, leading me around to audience members, & even introducing me as both his Uncle & the man who wrote the show they just saw. (Keep your duos of "Kander & Ebb" or "Lerner and Loewe"; My shows are written by the trio of Me, Myself, & I.) I believe myself to have an unspoken agreement with a local theater's director (a costar that was simultaneously onstage with me in scenes of the only musical I ever did, & a key part of the reason I started writing this project) that this particular theater (the only stage I've ever appeared on, also home to the improvisation group) will perform my show if/when it is completed in actuality.
The question is not if it will be performed. (Not to me, anyway; I realize he could reject the finished product, but his doing so would be a literal "shock to the system".) The question is also not what will be my proverbial "next trick". (While I await the final step in the completion of its writing, I only last night typed the beginning of another non-musical theater project I began earlier this year, & have a character for my next musical project named & described for myself in the "Drafts" area of my cell phone's text messages.) The question is lastly not how people will react to the finished product. (I have told Mom in our aforementioned conversations I suspect former costars' knowledge-of/experiences-with me may keep them from auditioning for my show, but simultaneously believe they will all attempt to see it, & many will have positive feedback when they do.)
The simple question is... WHEN?!
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