The Sporadic Curmudgeon

My World And Welcome To It was a 1969-1970 Emmy-winning NBC television program based on the work of James Thurber, the second-funniest American to set pen to paper. The series starred William Windom, who played Commodore Matt Decker in the classic Star Trek episode The Doomsday Machine (the very first Star Trek episode I ever saw, and one of the absolute best of the series).

I mention this as a nod to one of the authors that’s kept me going all these years, but also as an apology to my friends for my lack of communication over the last year or so. This apology extends to any of my remaining readers, whom I also consider my friends.

My purpose in keeping this blog was to entertain, but it’s very difficult to be entertaining when you’re severely depressed. No one wants to hear about someone else’s troubles all the time, so I have been avoiding almost all forms of contact. It’s an admittedly stupid coping strategy, but it’s what I’ve been doing.

Special Next-Morning Clearer-Heads-Prevailing Note: A long, self-pitying, eyeroll-inducing insomniac rant followed. It has been excised, even though it closed with a very tenuous connection to the opening paragraph. Here are a couple of example sentences, so you can see the magnitude of the bullet you dodged:

My working definition of existence is regret made manifest.

I’m just a chunk of meat that gets poorly paid for vaguely understanding how binary logic works.

The 21st Century finally began tonight. When I was a child, there were signs over water fountains reading “Whites Only.” Now I am listening to Barack Obama making his acceptance speech. I never thought I’d live to see this day. God bless America.