Saturday, August 08, 2015

Words are finite

As usual I'm tired and not making a ton of sense, but here we go. I had this big rant planned about the KoDT LAS premiere that was fun to write. I worked on it at the farm in Iowa while drinking a Leinenkugel's. It's actually well written. Better than a lot of my posts. And I deleted it. There are a lot of people already taking care of documenting everything about this. A lot of words written in anger. A lot of anger that I can sympathize with. I didn't finish the entire post because after I got through the initial rage fest, I didn't care about it anymore.

I don't want to use my words up that way. I only get so many words in this life and I want to use them for things like HackMaster adventures and blog posts and emails and texts to friends and dorky Facebook posts about cats. The longer I spend in anger, the more time I waste. And I can't very well be deserving of the gifts I've been given by hanging around in that angry place.

That's not going to be my role in this.

Of Ken Whitman, I'll only say that before backing one of his projects, please do your research and decide for yourself.

Moving on.