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Looking back AGAIN here...
...
... but oh my oh my do we all have a lot to get through this time. Seriously.
Go get your root beer float flavored bottle of milk and join me by the space heater as we break down a little FU man episode from approximately 365 days ago.
So yeah, this one might take a while.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 7 of 53
Well, lock step may be close to 1% hyperbole since this isn't a 3-legged race, I cannot be without a hint of doubt.
In fact, I can only speak to the synchronicity with which my intuition and I seem to be running every race these days.
So long as a race can be run without falling on all the ice that's out there. In the regard, the outlook remains cloudy.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 6 of 53
It takes me a while to get into form here because I'm still in post-mushroom-glow mode.
But I eventually get myself on track and make some point or another that fills a gap previously left untended.
Or do I???
iKudB.Rite
Episode 5 of 53
A look back to e0003 happens herein .
As does a bunch of stuff in batch-stitch form - most of which I have no idea what I even talked about.
Note to self:
This is what happens when 24hours+ does a recording take to complete.
I'm also a dumbass of significant proportion in this one.
I know James can handle it.
The question is can you?
iKudB.Rite
Episode 4 of 53
I said I'd be reviewing episodes one and two from last years debut of "It's All My Fault" in the previous episode... which means here in this episode I finally square that circle... as it were.
Anyhoo.
Here's 30 minutes of "how's life going 365 days after my other self said some stuff" to listen to... so you got that going for you.
Yeah.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 3 of 53
In this episode, I take a look back to my very first recording (at this time last year) and at how much I've changed, just since then.
There's a bunch of other stuff in there too so looking forward and backward with me in a journey of self-assessment is a very fair synopsis of what's contained herein.
Like pretty much all media at this time.
January 3rd in the year of Blue Dream.
iKudB.Rite
Episode 2 of 53
It's a whole new year here at It's All My Fault and we're celebrating by opening Season Six - iKudB.Rite - with a whimper. I only say that because it looks like I end up feeling sorry for you by the time it's all said and done.
I certainly don't remember taking pity on you or thinking somehow that you're pathetic.
What might it be that has me feeling sorry for you, what might it be...
Oy vey.
My stress level is so minimal given the lackluster nature of my very existence.
Could that be what the simulation is testing?
Could I be right already?
iKudB.Rite
Episode 1 of 53
Ending the first calendar year of It's All My Fault is a little bittersweet here...
So lots of tears and regrets.
Amirite?
Or might I be wrong about EVEN this???
iKudB.Rong
Episode 53 of 53
Getting in one more recording just before the "wind it up" theme song crescendos on this year we all [sort of] agree is 2022.
Well come on down 2023.
You're the next misnomer on This Slice of Life!
iKudB.Rong
Episode 52 of 53
Cut myself off early did I at the end of this one?
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
Perhaps that's where my missing Happy Birthday Wishes to Brisa resided?
Perhaps.
Per.
Haps.
But no more than a word or 33 of that shit got lost...
...so Happy Birthday Officially Brisa!
And, really, who even cares about any of that "how am I going to finish this one malarky" because...
It's that time of year when there's no more time of year left to celebrate!!
So "how's it gonna finish?" is how it's finishing as I type this!! Yep. Tis indeed.
So my final 300 minute adieu to 2022 has me coming up with more reasons for dabs than on most of my other recordings... or something not like that at all really when I read what I just typed out...
I think there might have been an award or two handed out gratuitously. Yeah.
Gratuitously.
Wate wut?
iKudB.Rong
Episode 51 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!