Boy Scouts, The Beatles, and Me

About a month ago, I had a hard time.

I know, shocking isn’t it.  Me.  Having a hard time.  The only thing more extraordinary is that I learned today that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.  If you ask K, I’m sure that she will say that I get overly excited on certain things.  That, or she’ll say I’m a hypochondriac.  But I don’t think I am….

Anyways, I am getting far afield here.

What I was having a hard time with was a video on YouTube.  And, in the sense of full disclosure, the subject of the video were several kids from the age of 6 to 10.  In it, these kids were listening to a single band’s music, tell us if they’d ever heard the songs before, what they thought the title was, and whether the music was any good.

The band was The Beatles. Read more

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Genius and Master — Whatever

I think that Scalzi is right in his view here.  There is a drastic difference in being a master of a craft than a genius at it.  It rings true to the way I look at things as well.


Just posted a thought on a friend’s Facebook post that I think I’d like to expand on here. The friend was talking (basically) about how he was annoyed that the fans of a certain person insisted that person was a genius when my friend saw that person’s output as largely just okay. I wrote: Calling…

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Follow Up

I know, after yesterday’s post, what I should do is just post those novels up here for people to read on their own.  Might make me feel better, finally giving all you readers out there something else to enjoy.

Just for shits and giggles.

But if I do that, they may remain unedited.  Could all of you deal with that?  All that bad writing and prose I fix before sharing these nonsensical tall tales?

Perhaps, I will.  Need to think on it.