I am Petty

Today I have all my petty thoughts and complaints put in their rightful place. I must admit, I do enjoy complaining on a certain level. It brings a bit of satisfaction when I can properly sum my frustrations and annoyances with an intelligent, and sometimes clever, use of words. But today those thoughts got destroyed and put in their rightful place.

I have been left near utterly speechless with the crisis facing a dear a friend. A friend, one of the very few to be true, who I consider a brother. At this time all I can do is try to think of anything I can do to help, but I know all I can do is show my support and offer what little help I am capable of providing. And that help is very little indeed.

The thing I do know is that somehow this will be survived. My friend, he's rather stubborn. Somehow through all the troubles he's faced in his life, troubles most of us would have difficulty imagining much less relating to, has developed a stubborn will to find a way. So now in what seems to be the darkest hour, another addition onto many such times, I will have the privilege (and the pain) of watching someone I've called "brother" persevere through another tribulation in which I feel helpless. My repeated statements of I'm here if you need me will undoubtedly fall well short of what is truly needed. But I've still got two rather sturdy shoulders to lean on and at times a brilliant use of words that rarely exceeds 140 characters.

This shall pass. The dust shall settle. And in the aftermath of this time of reckoning there will be one left standing. There will be no rise from ashes. In order to rise from the ashes one must be defeated. This friend does not lie down, does not surrender, and most certainly will not be defeated.

The BSC will endure.

The BSC will rise above it.

Take 1 down pass it around

There are few things in this world to which I truly look forward. There's the days when I feel brave and eat at a Chinese buffet, redeeming a promised foot massage, or release of another podcast episode by the authors who have entertained me for thousands of hours thus far.

Today, sadly, there is one less thing for me to look forward to with the excitement of a dog knowing it's time for the kids to get home from school.

J.C. Hutchins is hanging up the mic for the time being and the news that sucks the color out of the world is the fact that the sequels, Deceit and Destruction, to his novel 7th Son: Descent have not been picked up for publication. His promotion for 7th Son: Descent was brilliant, intuitive, and captivating, but sadly it would seem the only people who were seeing it were those of us who had already committed to purchasing the book if it were to ever be released.

I know this isn't the last to be heard of Hutch. I have faith in the man that he will find a way to overcome yet another setback; and when he finally breaks through the stubborn mainstream wall that has been draining creators of originality for years the out-dated, old world business giants will be left frantically scrambling to get a piece of the pie.

It is a sad day. Yet Hutch will persevere and find a way to spread his word slinging talents to the masses. Just not yet. Soon, my children, soon you will feel the warmth and glory of J.C.'s silver words caressing you as you carried into another world, if only for a brief respite from this one.

Keep in mind that when the "mad hacker" (the prophet) speaks the flock listens.

Kilroy2.0 is here. Kilroy2.0 is everywhere.