Kadda boo kadda ba kudda be kudda hoo!
Kadda be kadda boo kuddu be.
Kadda boo kudda ba. Kudda be kudda boo kadda ba kadda boo. Hoo kudda be? Kadda ba kadda be kadda ba kudda boo.
Hoo kadda ba:
- Kadda boo
- Kadda be
- Kadda ba
Hoo kudda be:
- Kudda boo
- Kudda be
- Kudda ba
Kadda boo kudda be kudda ba kadda boo, kudda ba kadda boo. Kadda be kadda ba kuddu boo, kadda be kudda ba kudda be kadda boo kuddu ba.
Hoo kudda boo?
Kadda ba kudda be:
Then I'm Sitting Here Thinking:
How long can I really go on like this?
I wrote that last night while laughing my ass off the entire time. I thought it was the greatest joke ever!
I planned to carry on and write an in depth report on something, using the same gibberish throughout. I wanted to include random, nonsensical videos, plenty of diagrams that mean nothing, and at least five thousand words.
Now, I've published some experimental humor here in the past. Sometimes I freak people out, sometimes they laugh and play along. I got up to that chart and thought, self, are you sure the world is ready for something like this?
The Answer is No
Yet, before I publish this, as I'm writing now, I can already sense the smiles. I know some of you smiled when you saw that mess.
Then I think of those people who don't know me, or the folks who feel as if someone clowning around is a waste of life. It gets worse. I start thinking about how, when I'd prefer to be taken seriously, people won't take me seriously because of my history here of being a goof. It gets worse. I start thinking about how some would be embarrassed to support my work, fearing what their peers would think of them if they saw their name on the list of voters. That's a lot of mess becoming unraveled as I sit here trying to be funny—and it doesn't stop there.
What the fuck is wrong with me...
It morphs into that.
They study the brains of athletes who've suffered multiple concussions before and after they die. Why do these athletes become depressed and self-destructive? Why do they turn to drugs? Why do they die so young? Why, why, why?
We've lost so many funny people. They're not taking blows to the head; yet they become depressed and self-destructive, turn to drugs, some die young. Why, why, why?
I don't know why.
That's enough thinking out of me for one day.
Hoo kudda be?