A new definition and a little shameless self promotion.

Look, I don't make any bones about it, I like to write. I like calling myself a writer, even though most of us can write, and don't make that big of a thing about it. So I started this blog. It is important for bloggers to immerse themselves in popular culture. It gives them something to write about.

Here is where I fail. I can't keep up. I have never watched a single episode of Game of Thrones. Not one. Apart from dragons, and violence I am not even sure what it is about. I have been told that it is almost a Lord of the Rings for adults. But, I thought Lord of the Rings was grown up enough for me. I don't really know enough to say I want to watch, or not watch.

The same is true for Doctor Who. I have seen a few bits and pieces scattered across the years. It has been around for a long time. Never watched a whole episode, though. I don't even have a favorite doctor. I always thought Basil Rathbone would have made a good doctor. He made an excellent, if drug free Sherlock Holmes.

So there are my failings. I did just get an iPhone7 Plus. Which is very pop culture. Of course it leaves me open for two years of the iPhone for seniors accusation from my lovely, kind, and slightly toxic wife. Being cool is not without costs though, so I pay for my ticket and don't complain.

And I am all up to date on The Walking Dead. Or as I like to call it, the Never Ending Dead, or the show least suited for dinner time. And I am only a couple of seasons behind on Supernatural. And it is amazingly enjoyable. I like family driven angst, and guilt mixed with mostly malignant angels, uncooperative, but occasionally useful demons and monsters old and new. It reminds me of holidays at mom's. If you leave out the occasionally useful part. Just kidding. Sometimes they were occasionally useful.

Anyway, if you want to read more of my writing it is here, and here. And of course on this blog, as well. And a couple of other blogs, and I now have a wordpress site, but I am not sure why. Sometimes I get carried away.

Decisions, decisions,

Recently I wrote a post about choices, and the way they can effect every thing that happens for the rest of your life. Even simple choices can have a profound impact on your future. Everything you say, or do can alter the course of your life in ways too complicated to understand. Certainly too complex to explain. It is a mind boggling map of branching, forking roads, and each choice leads to more decisions, twisting, turning for all eternity, or at least until the last choice is made, and you can rest.

Personally, I can't take that kind of pressure. Just think, each decision leads to a different path. Even inconsequential options, what to have for dinner, which socks to wear, drink coffee, or tea, all under the crushing weight of an uncertain future. Every simple thing started to take on immense proportions. I had to get a handle on this, fast.

My first thought was the power of Tarot. Divining whether to choose the onion rings or the fried zucchini by spreading the cards, and reading the message. Seeing the future through the combinations of characters arrayed on the table. I'm sure there has to be a Tarot for Dummies. Maybe even a Tarot app.

What if, and this is possible, unlikely, but possible, the cards and my limited amount of supernatural ability allowed the deck to control the future, not just predict the best outcome of wearing the red Nebraska Cornhusker visor, or the black Louisville Cardinal visor. What if I set in motion the ultimate release of demons so hideous they make Congress look good? What if I allow the destruction of the world?

Tarot is out.

Dice was quickly eliminated when my wife threw them away at the restaurant while I was trying to decide between whole wheat and rye, after choosing between Swiss, cheddar, provolone, pepper jack or American cheese. But before we got to the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, hot peppers, and spinach. Like she didn't have an extra twenty minutes (or so) to spare to possibly alter our lives in immeasurable ways.

In the end I decided to ask Siri for the best choice. But she quit talking to me, shortly after lunch and the coffee versus tea dilemma. So, I am on my own, taking my life in my hands at every intersection, every unopened door, who knows what is waiting on the other side?  But, when my time comes I will go, screaming at the injustice, the unfairness, the all too soon end to a wonderful short existence. Or I will turn around and go the other way, I just don't know.