Wake Up! Time to Die!

Hey, look!  It’s 2014!

Was 2014 the year you always expected to die?

Probably not.

Is This Your Year?

William Shakespeare was born the same year I was, in last digits.  He died in 1616.  He wrote thirty-two plays (I guess – I’m not going to look it up).  He also wrote two hundred eight poems (almost certainly not, but I’m not going to look that up either).  My life span will equal his in two years.  Up to this time I have written zero plays (that is exactly accurate), and my best poem is probably The Ballad of Casino Kit.  My friend, Jeff Drake, wrote the words to With Drunk Astronauts.  Does this mean I should get busy making something worthwhile in my limited time on earth?  Of course not.  We have much better medical care now than in 1616 England.  My brain will probably live on in a jar of formaldehyde and control an external organic robot (replicant?) made by a 3-D printer.  I choose talking dog.

Anyway, it’s the new year, and that’s no big deal.  You probably won’t die, but you might. 

The Bard of Avon.  A Huge Disappointment.

Don’t waste your time writing plays.  You won’t write any that are as good as Shakespeare.  Well, you might write one that is better than Timon of Athens.  Is that really your goal?

Just relax and get a drink.  Life is sweet.

Join Foz the Hook at Cole’s tonight at 8:45 as we begin our fourth year of playing Cole’s Comedy Open Mic!  At approximately fifty-two performances a year, that makes two hundred eight shows.

Suck on that, Bard of Avon!