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Letters to Loved Ones and Other Things As Well

Much has happened since our last installment, my dear readers. One such event being the writer of this blog turning twentyfive years of age (the big two-five, as it were).

Christ, twentyfive. I know many who would scoff at me for what I am about to type, but: I feel old. I know, I know! Words of madness from the mouth of a young whippersnapper to the ears of many who would think “He’ll sing a different tune come ten years from now”, but it’s true. Songs I remember debuting on the radio when I was much younger are now “classic”, video games I spent my formative years sitting in front of a small color television playing are now viewed as obsolete remenents of the history of entertainment, television shows that were the staples of my childhood viewing experience are now on TV Land.

I’ve reached the point of no return, the point at which I am still young, but am beginning to no longer feel as such. Soon I’ll be thirty and I’ll read this post and laugh at how naive this all sounds, much the way I’m sure many of you are right now, and I accept that. I welcome it. Let’s all have a good laugh at the young’n who feels like an old man, shall we?

My birthday was fun. It involved video games, a Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon, and a cake with a Batman theme (my woman knows me all too well).

Very uneventful, just the way I like it.

I stumbled upon this post on SoulPancake.Com (Rainn Wilson, of The Office fame, started the site as a place for intelligent people to discuss spirituality of all sorts, it’s really a wonderful site), and it really made me think.

For those unable/willing to click the link, it directs to a video of people answering the question “If you had one hour left on earth, how would you spend it?” and some of them give some very entertaining answers.

One woman said she’d like to spend her last hour on this Earth dancing, which I thought was a lovely response. One man said he’d really rather enjoy spending the last hour with his family, though, failing that, he’d enjoy watching football. Another said he’d spend the hour in bed, with his wife, which I gathered as not a sexual thing, but more a “Let’s lay here together until the end” sort of thing, which is why I enjoyed it so much.

I think my answer would depend on the details of the event. Is it only my last hour on Earth, or is the Earth ending in an hour? Two very different (yet similar) answers would follow.

If the world were ending, I’d like to play some very loud, very good music, open a bottle of good alcohol, and spend the hour surrounded by friends and family whilst telling stories from our pasts and just generally laughing.

If it were my last hour on Earth, I should like to think I’d spend it much the same way as above, only in this scenario, I would write letters throughout the hour. Letters to my family, to my friends, to people I barely know, however many letters I could fit into the hour of joy and merriment and silent anticipation of my own demise. That way, upon my leaving this wonderful blue pearl of a planet, little pieces of myself would be left, each addressed to a specific person, each unique to that person, so that each recipient would have their own personal piece of me to remember by.

It would be recounting of some glorious history between them and me, or just a simple note to let them know they were loved and thought of always, even if I didn’t know them that well. It would be something written just for them, signed by me, and with a little bit of my soul within the words.

I’m not sure how many deep and meaningful letters a person could write in an hour, but I’d damn well try to fit in as many as possible.

How would you spend your last hour? Family and friends, or alone with a good book (as a friend recently said, “I think my last hour alive is a perfectly acceptable time to only think about myself.”, and she’s right), or something completely different?

Also in the category of “Things I Learned on the Internet!”, is this wonderful article on writers being scammed by so-called “agents” and how you can avoid being taken in by such a scam. As an aspiring writer myself, it was a fascinating read.

Speaking of reading, I’ve once again fallen victim to lack of time to do so. Quite frustrating, but I’ve been so busy and/or sick lately (nothing serious, stop fretting, not that you were), I just haven’t had time. And now with the Snowmageddon (love that term, learned it on Twitter, you know) fast approaching (anywhere from five to eleven inches to fall tomorrow alone), I foresee much shoveling in my future (on top of heavy lifting and such at work and this will be the last parenthesised bit in this sentence I promise), which will make my back very unhappy, I fear.

And as a general rule, if any part of my body is unhappy, I find it very difficult to focus, and if I cannot focus, I cannot properly enjoy a story.

We will see what happens. I’d love to finish up Garth Nix’s Keys to the Kingdom series, as I’m nearly finished with it (well, with what’s been published so far, and what do you mean this is another parenthesised bit? I said no more parenthesised in the above sentence, I said nothing of the ones below, so nyah.), and I’d truly like to start on something else. Such as Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, or Stephen King’s On Writing, which I’ve owned for several years but have never read, mainly due to it being in California and my being in Minnesota, which, as you may or may not realize, makes reading things very difficult. (things being in two different states, not my being in Minnesota. yes, another parenthesised bit, shut up)

I truly love Twitter, can I just say that? I’ve been “tweeting” for, oh jeebus, I don’t even know how long now. I’ve made 2,726 tweets, according to Twitter, not all of them golden, but none of them without a bit of love.

I find it funny that Twitter is just now being discovered by the global media, and thus, the world outside of the interwebs. It’s interesting to have something be a part of your world for so long, only to have the rest of the world catch up to you a year or so later.

Watchmen is out now and I am dying to see it. Literally, I am experiencing a slow and painful death, the only cure to which is sitting in a dark theater with a bunch of my fellow geeks and *tittering girlishly as one of my favorite graphic novels is adapted to the screen.

*Not to be confused with “Twittering Girlishly”, which is an entirely different state of affairs, and, sadly, not one with which I am unfamiliar.

My ear is itching, my eye is twitching, and I’m fairly certain I’ve scarred the roof of my mouth on this chicken sandwich I’m currently eating. I’m a mess.

Off to take some pills (nothing serious, shush) and then to sit on a couch with my woman whilst we watch Chuck, followed by Heroes, because such is the way of my Monday evenings.

I’ll try to update again very soon, and I’ll try to make it much more interesting than this one.

P.S. Happiest of birthdays to my wonderful sister, Naomi. If you’re reading this, I love you dearly.

P.P.S. I’ve written a new bit of fiction, entitled The Life and Times of Dr. Eli Jonah Barnabus –OR– Have Death Ray, Will Travel and it can be found here.

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  1. March 10, 2009 at 12:58 pm

    Buffy makes a birthday special.

    I would advise you not to read my blog titled “Well. That was a lot of big blue wang” if you are psyched about watching The Watchmen.

    • Rob Kaas
      March 11, 2009 at 10:23 am

      People who call the movie (and/or the book) “The Watchmen” make me giggle. Like people who ask me if I’m on “The Myspace” or if I’ve ever heard of “The Twitter”.

      Also, Buffy makes EVERYTHING special. Although this was the season where I had to put up with Riley and his bullshit.

  2. March 11, 2009 at 1:45 pm

    Watchman, The Watchman… whatever. It wasn’t very good.

    Beyond all of the stuff I said in my blog, if you aren’t familiar with it – and lets face it, most people aren’t – it was really hard to follow.

    Also, we went at 5 on a Saturday and the theater maybe half full. That might actually be generous.

    It’s just not that great of a film, no matter how much you love the graphic novel.

  3. Rob Kaas
    March 11, 2009 at 1:52 pm

    I’ve heard many mixed opinions from a lot of people so far, but I’m still really looking forward to it. I’m going in eager, which, if the reviews like yours are closer to what my view will be, will be a bad thing. It means I’ll go in excited and leave disappointed.

    But then again “it’s just not that great of a film” is just an opinion, so who knows, mine may end up being very different.

  4. March 12, 2009 at 11:46 am

    Hurry up and go see it!

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