Not the "Slow Death Funnies" that we used to read back in the day, but the blog. It has been suffering, thanks in part to the iPad, which I find very unfriendly to my specific format of composing. And also, while I'd like to say something epic occurs in each day, there are days when I admit I must have missed it, even though I've been trying to pay attention.
And then there's the commitment. I don't always get around to spending the hour or so to write it down (I know! There is no way these things should take that long, you say). I've got other things to do, and then it's tomorrow, and who wants to look back anyway? Which probably helps explain the lack of readers, now that I think about it.
So I'm playing Words with Daughter and getting spanked profusely as is the norm, with one eye cocked uncontrollably, gazing inconsolably at the idiot box (as my father used to call it). And suddenly, there it was.
At the end of The Big Bang Theory, a piece of micro- and true flash-fiction (lasting all of about 2 seconds) rolled into one, disguised as a credit or an FBI warning. The Chuck Lorre Productions Vanity Card, #400. Thanks to the DVR (the subject of another vanity card) I rewound, froze it and took a picture of it. Sent it to my kids. And then I went and found it on the web, of course.
And so here it is, brought to you by Chuck Lorre Productions, happening right under our noses:
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #400
I've been told that if you change your mind, you change the world - or at least the way you experience it. Let's take a moment to examine that. The presumption is, if you thought the world was a hostile, ugly place filled with awful people doing awful things, that is what you'd see. Your mind would naturally seek out confirmation for its preconceived ideas (e.g., if you're intent on buying a red car, as you go about your day you'll see lots of red cars). If, however, you were able to sincerely change your mind and see that we are all God in drag, that we are the conscious aspects of a perfect universe which had to create us so we could bear witness and stand in awe before its loving magnificence, then that is the soul-shaking reality you'd be greeted with each and every moment of each and every day. In other words, it is entirely our choice as to what kind of world we live in. With a simple decision, we can suffer in the darkness or play in the light. We can be angry, frightened and enslaved, or loving, joyous and free.
I know. It's a toughie.