Aughts And Oughts
We are, of course, past the Aughts here in 2024, but I never seem to get past the Oughts. I guess you could say I’m an oughtsalot, which reminds me of an old joke* that a friend back in college used to love. Regardless, there sometimes hangs over my head the sense that insofar as people might read my writing, it is incumbent upon me to occasionally write things that might nudge the world ever-so-slightly towards being better — which often means addressing the various awfulness of the day.
But I already posted a column about Gaza last time, and the awful news gets overwhelming quickly, and so of late my columns have been a little sillier. But sometimes a laugh makes things better too, right? Or as Shakespeare once said, “Laugh it up, Fuzzball.”**
And speaking of Shakespeare, he was the topic of my favorite column I’ve written since my previous post two months ago, so please enjoy some of
As usual, after I have finished all my paid work, I have just about enough motivation to keep up with writing my free semi-monthly newsletter and consequently this blog has been lying fallow.*** I sometimes think I “ought” to post monthly****, but obligations need to be to someone and no one is obligating me to write this blog*****.
But that’s as it should be. After all, what’s the point if it’s not going to be fun? It certainly “ought” to be.
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* “How do you titillate an ocelot?”
** Just saying, no one has ever seen Han Solo and Shakespeare in the same place.
*** And may as well have been bricked up. “Fallow, fallow, fallow, fallow, fallow the yellow brick road.”
**** Instead of just posting weakly
***** Maybe one day I’ll make enough money to afford to hire me to write my blog regularly, but right now I’m out of my price range.
Tags: No Oughts No Masters, Shakespeare