Hooboy! Had to do the vid in even less time than last night because I had an attack of being completely lazy today and did not get a chance to do said vid till 7 pm tonight.

See, I had therapy at 4 pm today. And when I got out of bed today at around 10 am, I said “Right! I will do my vid before lunch and get it over with. ”

But as I vegged out on the Net, that became “I’ll do it right after lunch. “, and then lunch rolled around and afterwards I sat down to get to work, and just kind of…. never quite got around to it.

So then it was therapy at 4 pm, then driving back, then going to Shopper’s Drug Mart because I needed more swabs, needle tips, and insulin, and by then it was 6PM and time for supper.

And that’s how I got to 7PM with no work done. Funny how being in a good mood always shoots holes through mt self-discipline. It’s just that when I am in a good mood, I enjoy everything more (must be a break in the anhedonia) and that makes slacking off that much more tempting and doing anything serious or unfun that much more of a drag.

But I got everything done. Today’s vid at the end.

Here’s a big dose of feelgood. A man saves a 375 pound bear from drowning!

There’s video, but it’s smarmy and lame, and doesn’t show the actual rescue.

What happened was that the bear in question, a healthy 375 pound black bear, wandered into a residential area in Florida, and required relocation.

Trust me, that’s better for both the bear and the people. Violent, erratic, unpredictable, dangerous animals have to be kept under control.

As do bears.

The local wildlife folks were called out and they shot Smokey with a tranquilizer dart. Standard procedure, nothing unusual there.

But unfortunately, in between being hit by the dart and succumbing to its effects, the bear leaped into the ocean, and while black bears are excellent swimmers, not so much when they are asleep.

Enter strapping manly man biologist Adam Warwick (even his name is manly), who jumped into the water after the bear, and got it to shore.

Now that is the type of thing to put a spring in your step and sunshine in your heart. And you are going to need it, because this next thing is plenty dark.

Brilliant and beautiful, but dark dark dark. And that’s sad dark, not goth dark.

It’s a poem.

And so much more. Just as poetry that would be genius. So much pain and sorrow and feeling lost and helpless summed up in those words. The true poet, like the true comedian, knows that you can put much power in few words by working with what people already know, and never explaining.

Add that incredible spoken word performance, and genius does not begin to be adequate. So much pain and loss and fear and desperate, fragile hope in that voice. I cannot imagine how it could have been done any better, and that’s something coming from Mister Analysis here.

I can usually imagine how damned near anything could have been done better. Not being a total social moron, I usually keep it to myself.

And so if the poem is genius and the spoken word takes it way past genius and into the sublime, the only thing I can say about the film as a whole is that it’s damned near perfect.

It reminds me that poetry cam be a truly amazing things to do with language, and that I should not be so hasty to dismiss the possibility of being a poet simply because there’s not much money in it even if you are the most famous poet in the world.

Quick, name three poets currently alive and currently famous. See my point?

But I have the skills to make one heck of a poet of myself if I chose to do so. I am not quite sure where I would start, but sometimes lines of poetry just kind of appear in my mind, and I am usually too lazy to hop on the computer and type it all down.

Maybe in the future, though….

Finally, of course, here is today’s vid.

Guess what? It’s another edition of Don’t Say That!

Glad I finally got back to doing some fluffy comedy. Things had been getting pretty serious on the ol’ vlog lately, and I think we needed the break.

Or at least, I did.

Originally, I had a different idea for today’s vid (which I still plan to use, so I shan’t share it), but while loafing around and completely not getting anything done, someone mentioned baby pictures and that sent my clever gray cells off into a tizzy fit.

You have to admit, it’s a damned funny premise and not one I have seen done before, so it’s fresh too. I honestly could have come up with more, it’s just that when I looked down to see that I had been recording for ten minutes, I figured that was a good place to stop.

And all I had to do was press record and then riff. It seems almost too easy, like I am getting away with something if things are that easy.

Of course, my brain doesn’t turn off so easily, so here’s a few I thought of after I was done :

“Funny, you don’t look like cousins. ”
“I got two words for you : safety helmet.”
“I’m pretty sure this is actually the afterbirth. ”
“OK, ha ha, where’s the REAL picture of an ACTUAL baby?”
“Fire your photographer!”
“I wouldn’t show this one around until it’s…. congealed.”
“Looking at that picture makes ME spit up!”

And so forth and so on. The creativity never stops in this noggin of mine. That lets me work wonders but sometimes makes it a little hard to sleep at night.

Well, that’s why I have sleeping pills!

Seeya later folks!