I’ll Be Waiting To Ramble On

man walking on the empty street

Some people come into your life, and they are there but for a moment, and then they are gone. They choose to leave, they want to leave, they have to leave. And you wish that they wouldn’t go, that they didn’t go. But they did. And that’s life. It is what it is and you remember the good times and you wish them well, and you let them go. You move on.

Some people come into your life and they overstay their time. Or you let them overstay. They should have never stayed as long as they did. You should have never let them stay for as long as they did. You knew better and you let them stay for far too long. And they did. It is what it is and you remember the good times and you wish them well, and you walk away or you turn them out, telling them that they must go. You move on.

Morning came and I was on my way, when you reminded me. I had too soon forgotten, it was you that set me free. Yeah, you were here when I came, you’ll be here when I’m gone. So don’t be waiting on love, ’cause I’ll be waiting to ramble on. – Kip Winger

I’m not Mr. Right. I’m Mr. Right Now.

Mr Right Now. Such a phrase with many connotations. One night stands. Same day lay. Someone who “just” wants sex. There’s many more connotations, and it seems that many, if not most of them, are negative. Seriously though, what’s wrong with being Mr. Right Now? At least I’m being honest about it. At the end of the day, that’s all I have to offer you, my honesty and my presence in this moment.

I’m not Mr. Right, I’m Mr. Right Now. I’m here but only for a moment, this moment. I don’t look for anything from you but this moment, right now. Don’t try and keep me here, you can’t. You won’t. I’ll be moving on before you know it. So just enjoy me now in this moment. Enjoy us, right now.

I’ve done the “domesticated thing.” It doesn’t work for me. Perhaps it never did. Perhaps it never will. I don’t want or have expectations of a tomorrow because there is no tomorrow. There is only now. This moment. Let’s just enjoy it shall we? Whether sex is on the agenda or not, I don’t really care. Having you spend time in my presence and me spending time in your presence is what I seek. Even just for this one moment in time.

And that’s all there really is. Moments in time. And if you join me in this one moment in time, with no expectations of another moment in time, maybe there will be another moment in time? And another moment. And another moment.

Stop looking for “forever.” Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. Not even the Great Pyramids will last forever. Not even this planet that we live on and inhabit will last forever. Certainly our lives won’t go on forever, so let’s drop that fantasy shall we? Let’s just enjoy the moment, this moment, with no expectations of any future moments. This is what it means to be Mr. Right Now.

There is no permanency in life. Memories fade over time, memories change. Photos degrade or may become corrupted. People move on, move away, and then at some point they die. Or we die. We forget, they forget, it’s what we do. And that’s okay. This is not hopelessness. This is not futility. This is reality, this is what it is. This is why I laugh when I hear about “legacy.” Will my words, these words, be preserved, untouched, unmarked, unchanged, throughout the entirety of time? I highly doubt it, because nothing lasts forever.

Languages change, meanings change and shit gets lost in the translation. Or sometimes there are words that have no definition or meaning in a language, so we “give it our best shot” trying to step into the mind of the author and thinking, “well, this is probably what he meant.” We’ll never truly know because the author is long gone. Doesn’t mean don’t try, but it does mean don’t get hung up on it.

“Living as Mr. Right Now is so superficial, so shallow.” No it’s not, I assure you. I will love you and cherish you intensely. I will love you for a lifetime in this moment, because that’s all I have to offer you and to give to you. You can know a person deeply in just a moment. You can know all you need to know about them, if you let them show you, in a moment. I know this because I’ve seen it and I’ve done it. It’s possible.

Darling, don’t wait up for me, tonight I won’t be home. You’ve become a stranger,
I just got to be alone. Don’t need nobody on my side, to dull the blade I’m on. So don’t be waiting on love, ’cause I’ll be waiting to ramble on. – Kip Winger

I’m not Mr. Right, because there is no Mr. Right, because there is no permanency, there is no “forever.” There’s only now. I’m Mr. Right Now. We could be so good together, yeah we could. I know we could. For now.

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In Perpetuity

fire in fire pit

In perpetuity: endless or indefinitely long duration or existence; eternity. i.e., forever.

One of my patrons reached out to me on Patreon the other day with a link.

It states that: “YouTube may terminate your access, or your Google account’s access to all or part of the Service if YouTube believes, in its sole discretion, that provision of the Service to you is no longer commercially viable.”

My patron asked me:

“How are you preparing to [deal with] google [and] of you tube terms and conditions 10 december?”
The short answer I have right now is this.
I’m slowly loading videos from YouTube to there as a sort of alternative or backup. The question remains, what do I do about my live streams? And what do I do in the “long run?”
There are no easy answers to this question. Shortest answer to that is that I do nothing. I’m a writer (according to Vince) and I’m an entertainer. I run my mouth is what I do. I get people to laugh, sometimes. And sometimes I guess I drop little nuggets and jewels out of my mouth. Don’t ask me how or where they came from, they just do. I guess it’s my observations and my life experiences driving the bus when it happens. My inner idiot must go somewhere else when it happens.
Like I’ve seen said somewhere before, “Whatever drunk me did, take it up with drunk me. Sober me wasn’t a part of the shenanigans.” Or something like that. Nugget dropping Rob is his own dude. Shit talking Rob is usually at the helm.
Anyways, where was I? Oh yes. Me backing my shit up to another service in the event that YouTube and/or Google decides to pull the plug on me.
I could back it up to a whole bunch of places I’m sure. I could even host it on my own computer and set up a streaming server or something like that I imagine. I’ve heard block-chain whatever it is, could be another alternative.
Guys, I’m not a coder. I don’t have the time, inclination, nor the know-how. I write and I talk shit. I’ve got enough shit to do let alone “learn to code.” There’s only so many hours in the day to do the shit I want to do, and coding ain’t one of them.
So there’s all of these alternatives…The underlying problem, the elephant in the room, remains.
It’s still someone else’s platform.
YouTube, Bitchute, Anchor, Patreon, Soundcloud, even my e-mail list, whatever. It’s still someone else’s platform. They all can pull the trigger for any reason at any time. Maybe it’s advertisers putting pressure, maybe it’s funding. Maybe it’s the guys running it got tired of doing it. It doesn’t matter.
Short of me coding my own shit, or paying someone to do it, and then running it out of my own home, from my own computer, it’s someone else’s platform. Besides that, computers die. All the time. Hard drives die. All the time. External drives die. All the time. Same with flash drives, thumb drives, tape drives, and stick drives. Ask me how I know.
While I would love to have my stuff “out there” forever, odds are it won’t be. I’m just another voice screaming into the void. There are far bigger and better voices that are saying the same things I’m saying, and they are saying it better than I ever could. I’m okay with that. I’m not here for the preservation and archiving of my stuff. That’s on someone else if they so choose to do it. I’m here for the laughs, the beer, and the shit talking.
Any of you guys that guy? A preservationist? An archivist? A “keeper of the records?” Reach out to me, let’s talk, seriously. Until something like that happens, I’m not going to worry about it too much.
When I thought about the “preservation” of my stuff, it got me to thinking about something else as well. Specifically, how long do I plan on doing this stuff? I haven’t really given it any proper thought before. Right now, the short answer is, “I’ll do it for as long as I want or can. Or I’ll do it until I no longer want to do it. Or I’ll do it until I’ve said all I need to say.” So yeah, I’m not going anywhere any time soon.
Do I honestly want to be doing this in say, 20 years? Like Rollo? God bless the Man for what he is doing. I think he’s truly doing God’s work and he’s proven time and time again that it’s about the message, not the messenger. But is that me? No. It’s not. In 20 years, if I happen to live that long, I’ll be almost 68 years old. I’ll be my Dad’s age. I hope to God that I’m doing something else by then. Maybe sitting on a beach sipping Tequila, or having Vince fly me around in a private airplane or something. I honestly hope I’m still not yelling at a computer screen. Why?
Because then I will have failed.
If you guys out there, aren’t getting what you need from me, or my interpretation of the message, then somehow I have failed you. More importantly, YOU have failed you. I can’t sit here and spoon feed this stuff to you for the rest of your lives. At some point, you’re going to have to jump off into the deep end and swim. You’re going to have to join the club. You’re going to have to commit to it too. You will be initiated. Whether you want to be or not. Whether you are ready or not. Your own futures depend on it.
Somebody is going to have to pick up the torch and carry it, just like I’ve been doing. Somebody is going to have to do the work once I’m done and all the other guys who are doing it, now, are done.
Somebody out there is going to have to preserve it. I just know that that particular part isn’t mine, and maybe my take isn’t worth preserving. I’m okay with that. Like I said, I’m just here for the laughs and the occasional take on things. I’m just here to run my mouth.
Whether my take on things stands the test of time or not isn’t my concern. I’m just concerned with saying it. It’s on you guys out there, reading this, watching it, listening to it, to decide if you want to do anything with it and use it or not. And it’ll most likely be up to you if you decide it’s worth preserving for the future or not.
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