The Fun Returns!

Ah yes… levity. After the recent entries, it’s good to be back to this. So what’s there to say now that a lot of personal stuff is off my chest? Do I still got awkward jokes in me? Are the usual pop culture references I tend to make still in here? And more importantly, are you ready for a totally random stream-of-consciousness flow of thoughts?

The answer to all of those, of course, is yes. And if your answer to that last one is, “Uhhh….” then I’ll finish your sentence for you. “Yes sir!” And then I tell you not to call me sir because I’m still younger than you and all your friends combined. That and I’ve never been knighted, so calling me Sir capitalized would be awkward. Although that would be kind of cool come to think of it. Sir SomeMediaGeek of Camelot has a nice ring to it.

…so anyway, it’s time for Mingled-up Musings. Let’s begin shall we?

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I nearly forgot that I was brewing some tea about a week ago while writing. It wasn’t as hot as I usually like it since it was sitting for a while, but I just didn’t feel like stepping from my workspace, moseying back to the kitchen, and reheating my tea even though I could’ve done that. I would’ve done that, but I was in that zone of wanting to focus on doing the writing thang while getting my groove thang on to a certain song. I won’t mention what song I was getting said groove thang on to since there will be a pretty epic blog post dedicated to it in the near-future, but let’s just say that to all you sucka’ DJs who think you’re fly, there’s got to be a reason and we know the reason why. Some of you are probably wondering, “Why what?” Why you put on those airs and act real cool, that’s why.

Okay those sentences totally give away the song if you know the lyrics, but you know it’s whatever. I’m just here to live up to the title of this entry and have some fun. And y’all are cool with that. Because in addition to sharing personal growth thoughts and experiences as I did in the recent personal pieces, fun and levity are the game in this little neck of the woods. Well, maybe it’s less of a neck and more of a skinny limb. A small skinny limb, to be exact. And maybe it ain’t quite the woods. It’s probably not as big as the woods (though that depends on how big the woods are). Actually, come to think of it, I’d like to think of this as more of a forest for some reason. Not sure why, but I just love how that sounds so we’ll go with it. The Media Forest. I like it!

It paints a very nice picture, don’t ya think? Nicer than anything picture I could paint with my sometimes freakish-lookin’ hands. Heck… a horse could paint a better picture than me. Not only that, I’d buy the painting from that horse and tell him or her to keep it up until he or she makes it into The Museum of Modern Art. And that would be a tale so inspiring it’d make any parents of grad students more crazy than the parents from Toddlers and Tiaras.

And that is sayin’ something.

But seriously, my hands sometimes do look a little freaky to me. I have no clue why, but a lot of times whenever I’m taking photos for Instagram or something, and if my hand happens to be in-frame, I end up having to retake the thing quite a lot. In fact, if you’re ever looking at a picture that happens to have my hands on either of my social media profiles, whatever you’re looking at is either the fifth or seventh photo I’ve taken before finally saying to myself, “…well I guess they look okay from this angle.”

Honestly… hand cream is looking good right now. And maybe extra photo editing.

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I kind of freaked out and had a real scare just the other day. It was because I ran out of moisturizer (go ahead and laugh at me, I won’t judge), and for someone who’s really into skincare, it was pretty intense for a brief moment before I was finally able to squeeze out the little bit I needed for the other half of my face. I’m sure I would’ve been fine without it. But at the same time, I was not ready to go out into the world while considering the possibility that, at the end of the day, I would probably have come home looking like a dollar-store version of Two-Face.

Though to be fair, I’d look better than Two-Face because… he can be a little on the creepy side. Whether you’re talking about a version from any of the animated Batman cartoons, the Tommy Lee Jones version, or Aaron Eckhart’s portrayal, he’s kind of crazy-lookin’ ya know? But again, I’d look better than him. How so? Well… have ya seen my face? I started showing myself on here recently and have even been told by a couple co-workers that I could pull off the whole being-a-model thing.

 I mean okay, I’m not what’s-his-nuts* from that one magazine cover, but I have been told I could pull off being a model. One of those co-workers said it’s something about me having similar features to European models. I don’t know how that is so, but I’ll roll with it. The real question is, do I truly have “it?” And more importantly, will I continue to have “it” into the future before they change what “it” is?

…actually, I don’t think they’ll ever change what “it” is. At least, in terms of that whole thing. But what do I know? I’ve never been a model, nor do I know what it’s like being a model, so what’s the point of questioning “it” if I’m going to continue working retail for a little while?

I say all this as I remind myself that I have a couple Udemy courses on modelling in my wishlist, but what can I say? I always have a curious mind. And that’s not to say that I want to learn every single thing known to man. Hell to the nah. I’m not John Travolta from Phenomenon nor am I Bradley Cooper from Limitless. If anything, I’m just a simple guy trying to make his way through the galaxy. Here to run amok with whatever comes to mind and then see where it all leads to.

And if it leads me into an existential crisis in which I wonder why I never took a chance to eat at a Sizzler, then I guess I’m blaming each and every one of you for said existential crisis.

I know. I’m weird. Have a good one! And until next time… never hire me as a hand model for commercials.

*Ah, his name is Lucky Blue Smith. That’s the model’s name. Good. Now I can sleep better.