I have fallen behind on my posting of the videos I do every day (honest!), so tonight, we’ll catch up.

But there’s only 3 of them, so there will be other stuff mixed in too.

First off, we have this video where, if YouTube fixes the lighting properly, you will see me try to tell jokes.

Yikes. Oh well, I am just a beginner. There’s a reason comedians practice each joke a million times in front of a mirror. The natural sounding delivery in your head does not come out of your mouth the first them sounding anywhere near as good.

You gots to get it down.

Somehow, I stepped on a landmine full of drama this week. I had a Facebook argument with my brother Dave (love you so much, bro) which thankfully was brief, and which honestly I am glad happened because I have been talking about my childhood in a vacuum, without anyone who was actually there, for years and years now. I genuinely would like to talk with my siblings about the whole thing and hear their perspectives about life in the 135 (Belmont Street).

I know they probably weren’t a hell of a lot happier than I was. Different problems, but misery all round.

Also from the uneasy bowels of the Drama Llama, a person from my past (and that of my three friends) popped out of nowhere to accuse me of being socially retarded and get super mad that I stopped returning his messages.

Well, that’s because this person (let’s call him JB) repeatedly agreed to meet with us then flaked out at the last minute, and I don’t play that game. Fans of this blog know that I handle disappointment very poorly, and there are only so many times I will try to kick the football Lucy is holding before I tell her to go fuck herself.

He’s also embarrassed to be seen with us. That’s kind of off-putting. I tried to ignore it for as long as I could, but the evidence kept piling up. Like, him being obsessed with which door we used to enter his apartment building. He tried to tell us some doors didn’t work (a classic example of his reality issues, which I will get to next), but it was very clear to me that other people came in and out of all the doors and he wanted there to be the least chance anyone in his expensive building will see us, or even worse, see us going to his apartment.

And the worst part is, he just flat out denies all of it. He won’t admit to flaking out on us at the last minute (oh no, he had “bad seafood” every single time, but didn’t realize that until it was time to leave), he denies that he is embarrassed to be seen with us (yeah right), and he has the nerve to get mad at us for not returning his messages.

It’s because I don’t want to deal with you any more, JB. I can’t deal with that kind of crazy.

And now, a video.

Not a lot to say about that one. I really needed to vent my frustration at that time. I loathe being thwarted by the unexpected and seemingly arbitrary. It’s that disappointment thing again. Any time my plans get completely derailed like that and I have to think of a whole new plan, I get grumpy and resentful.

I had it all planned out in my head, dammit.

The third bit of drama is the biggest one, but I can’t talk about it. It involves the accidental breaking of a rule followed by someone’s wildly disproportionate response to it and people having a lot of unfair reactions.

And that’s all I can say. It has me in a very emotional and brittle state, and filled with anger which started out hot and wild but which now has cooled to be a tight little burning ember ready to burst into flames and start a wildfire at the drop of a hat. I won’t see myself or my friends treated unjustly and I will not be anybody’s scapegoat either.

I have had enough of being punished for not being part of the in group to last me ten lifetimes, and I won’t let it happen again.

But sadly, I also have to keep my own best interests at heart. And the best interests of my friends as well. If I didn’t have those concerns, I would have unleashed the righteous fury of a thousand angry archangels on the situation.

But I have a plan and a future to think of, and that means I can’t afford to let loose. Dammit.

One last video :

Daaaamn I love that song! It has everything I want in… a song from whatever tiny subgenre it belongs in.

I’ll go with “industrial”.

So yeah, that’s the slideshow I was trying to make when the sound output ceased. It’s working now, and if you watch that video all the way to the end, you will find out the humiliating truth about what the problem was.

Plus, you will hear the end of that awesome, awesome song.

So my life has suddenly become quite stormy. I went from nothing to like, everything. From the point of view of my all too quiet life, this has been a hell of a week.

But I am not complaining. In fact, honestly, I am enjoying it. Not only does it make my life more interesting and hence makes me feel more alive, but it has given me people to legitimately and ethically butt heads with, and honestly, I enjoy that way too much. I love a good argument, and for now, I have things to defend with my awe inspiring mental and verbal skills, and I will defend them to the gates of Hell and beyond.

I know that loving a good verbal battle makes me sound bad, like I am some sort of verbal Klingon, but I yam what I yam.

And I am Michael John Bertrand, Word Warrior.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.