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I have taken 48 hours to try and compose myself enough to describe the profound nature of what I experienced last Saturday night.
As this recording will attest, I should have taken longer.
Much longer.
But hey, at least I kept this stumble bumble to a mere 15 minutes.
You know me, always looking out for the listener and their precious time so as not to waste it... in fact, why are you listening? Right.
You don't even know.
iKudB.rite
Episode 17 of 53
To say this one's been a chore to complete is barely doing it the justice it deserves. After all, how many other recordings include a 50 hour halftime break that leads to surly John chastising both the cat and the dog??!?!?
Yep.
Both.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 16 of 53
Living a purposeful life is the primary theme in this one, so it has that going for it.
That said, everything from dog pudding piles to my own shortcomings to a failing pause button come up repeatedly...
so maybe it's not as purposeful as I'm claiming through and through...
and I did cut myself short to keep it close to an hour.
That means I ramble on a bit more than I wanted to...
which makes it hard to say why I've now listened to this one 3 times, but I have
and I'm sure I'll give it another go today at work since it'll be "packdown" day
Given all the personal evidence I'm stacking up, in real time, maybe this one is actually worth your time.
But please proceed with caution and at your own risk. I still feel like you have something better to do with your life than listen to this.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 15 of 53
This episode, let's call it a Roger Maris edition, is a lot like that record itself. His 61 homerun trots are the counterpoint to the 1990s.
That insanity with Bonds, Sosa, McGwire et. al (the excitement of which I admit to being a captivated audience member) was so predictable looking back now.
They couldn't help themselves... much like myself I suppose.
Maris represented the measured stability of an era that, if it ever existed, certainly had no bearing in the Clinton years and has lost additional influence all the way to today.
And I certainly get into all that here in ordered detail... wait... I do???
I don't even remember baseball coming up.
At all.
In fact I know I spend most of this recording talking about why I'm so unlistenable. And without a single mention of irony, I'm realizing as I type.
So this whole intro about Roger Maris is just because I finished in the 61st minute huh... well that's kinda dumb.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 14 of 53
Whoa!
Whoa!
Hold on a second there... seriously.
Let's make sure you know what you're getting into before you go too far here.
Two chance interruptions pile their disruptions on top of the usual amount of "wate.wut...?" I bring to each of these...
How's that grab you for a tempting description? Didn't feel a thing you say?
If I also tell you this recording contains my first attempts to process both of the 2023 scenes that had me, for the first and second time in life, place intentional 911 calls in an emergency situation... well ...
is that more or less tempting of a description?
The same you say?
Yes you do!
iKudB.Rite
Episode 13 of 53
WtF???
How did this recording even get staffed let alone funded?
Does nobody, me included apparently, give a damn that I'm spent over here??!?!?!? I've showered and masturbated and somehow I'm still awake. My dog is snoring loudly as if to rub it in my face (the snoring not the masturbation).
I should be out like the Jags by now.
Simple truth statement forthcoming:
I should be asleep.
And it's something I've been KKKKKKKRAVING since yesterday.
Yet here I am looking at a screeen!!!! Enough already. I'm even typing a damn description?!?!??? About what FFS???
How's this work for ya:
A bag of non-sequitors
invites three stoned iguanas
and a jar of snot
over
to talk philosophical
incorrectness.
Who wants to subscribe?
iKudB.Rite
Episode 12 of 53
This one sure is an eclectic mix of equine manure. Or should I say "I presume it is?"
I haven't re-listened to it or anything to deem it as such, so iKudB.Rong.
However, the smart money is all landing on the "iKudB.Rite" side here - jus' sayin'.
I suppose being fully aware that my head is, atm, filled with horses taking dumps across an overturned, ragged landscape.
only managing to make a messy soup of the entire situation.
So with that going for me (going against?)... how sloggy might this one get.
Well... let's just say I might have put a little action down on "sloggiest of all time"!
iKudB.Rite
Episode 11 of 53
Blackouts and the devolution of our more advanced technical knowledge base have the main stages...
But insecurities and cannabis say hello as well.
I say that as if they ever leave the room... ha!
Nope.
Never
Point made?
.iKudB.Rite
Episode 10 of 53
Sensing the presence of another sent me on a chase yesterday. A bit of a wild goose chase, yes... but more of a "well let's see how this can blow up in our faces" chase that ended with a 75 minute walk home after midnight.
So, just another typical day in f'n paradise.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 9 of 53
Okay, here's the deal:
In this recording I review episodes 8-12 in season one of "It's All My Fault": Wate.Wut?
In so doing, I believe I bring value that only YoY analysis helps reveal.
But I'm high af so you might just skip over this redux and wait for the altered states episode later this week.
Whatevz.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 8 of 53
From the publisher's feed
Hello universe!
As always, my greatest hope in this lifetime is to somehow, some way, get the chance to see you performing at your absolute best.
That day may not be today... I get…
Plainly stated it's become a flustercuck. One that's emerging right now in full cluster. The worst part is that I saw it happening in real time and did nothing to stop it. The blame falls directly on me.
And quite fairly.
For most of my existence I ignored the signs of collapse as they begged to be seen. I pretended the chicanery running rampant across reality would somehow fix itself without intervention.
I watched as truth become maleable, destroying facts in the process. Personal integrity was now a sign of weakness. Reach across the aisle? For what? Only losers compromise.
Winners take all.
Societal accountability? Never heard of it.
I'm clearly at fault for letting things deteriorate the way they did through my decisive inaction. Agree on that we do. However, all of us are now permitting the beat down 21st century life has become.
We aren't winning. Not even a little bit.
We're all bruised. We're all bewildered. We're all rudderless. We're all living as diminished versions of the true selves we arrived here to become. We all know this isn't how it's supposed to be.
Are we ufulfilled fundamentally?
Yep. Sure thing. In fact absolutely positively.
But not broken.
Because never, will I ever, come to a point where I lose my faith in you.
What we are capable of accomplishing by working alongside each other is mind-blowing. Our creative potential knows no limits in this universe! None.
In fact today, together, let's embrace our best selves and bask in the fulfillment that inspires. My humanity is ready to ascend.
I hope yours is too!