Last week, when Bill and I went to see the Luther Vandross documentary we were chatting before it started. I don’t remember the exact conversation but it involved zombies eating brains. I said something quite witty and quick and I was astounded at how I didn’t even think about what I was saying but it was funny and apt. It happens from time to time, my mind reacting to a conversation in a humorous way.

I mentioned to Bill that we should do a podcast. With my employment status and the election, it feels like a dream I can’t wake up from and I am thinking of ways that I can take my meager talents and perhaps make a living from them.

A podcast seemed like a thing that might work, though we don’t have the expertise to get the mechanicals together to do such a thing. I do have an old friend who knows of these things and eventually sent a text about producing and directing a podcast.

I mentioned it being like the Mike Douglas Show from the 1970s but that was just a fleeting reference since the concept seems so much larger than that. It’s been about a week and I had hoped this friend’s eyes rolled back into place rather than the eye action that accompanies when hearing of ‘yet another harebrained scheme by John’.

The idea is still there and I have all these entries from this here blog that could be referenced and spoken of for broadcast. Bill came up with a very good idea of 5 actors that we love and or hate and why we feel that way about them. I suppose we can just do it ourselves without said friend.

I see so many others doing these things so why not jump on the bandwagon? Perhaps it would be better if we just do it ourselves. It might take longer but we would have no one to rely on but ourselves and if nothing comes of it, at least we tried.

I was thinking also of how another old friend, Steve Fallon told me years ago that I was born 10 years too late. I didn’t think much about it, it did seem to make some kind of sense. I mentioned it to the previously mentioned old friend who expressed some sort of disdain, saying it was a rotten thing to say. I didn’t get that at all, but perhaps old friend one was indignant on my behalf.

I was texting Daisy today, she was offering her belief that her god will do right bby me, all I had to do was believe and be positive. I told her it was difficult to maintain positivity when faced with so much negativity.

I had to tell her that no one wants to hire a 62 year old man, which is the main reason why I am thinking of podcasting or writing or selling prints of photos that have taken for years that friends and family remarked at how good they were. I have to think out of the box it seems.

It’s taken me long enough to think so, but I have to find the box first.