Yes, I Am a Moron

My friend Teri commented on yesterday's blog on Facebook and said, "Matt Helser, you are a brave soul." I remarked, "sometimes not being that bright appears to be bravery." I thought about that a lot over the night. Bravery comes from desperation or bad judgement or just a point where we say "I don't really care what people think" a lot of times and the situation ends up turning out right. If it turns out wrong it is just stupidity or insanity. Some that come to mind that involve desperation/frustration are Rosa Parks not giving up her seat. She had just had it and wasn't going to take it any longer; probably among the bravest things ever done. Helen Keller's entire life was greatness out of frustration/desperation. Galileo Galilei was a devout Catholic but when his discoveries put him at odds with the Church he chose imprisonment rather than denying his findings/views. Without his bravery and not caring what people think we would not have known about the Earth flying around the sun. He spent the end of his life under house arrest (bad judgement?). Joan of Arc, Nelson Mandela... How about Dorothy Gale melting the Wicked Witch of the West (even though that was just luck, it counts). How about when George Bailey stood up to Mr. Gower and got smacked in his sore ear? How about when King Mufasa saves Simba from the hyenas? Elliot getting E.T. back to his spaceship. Luke Skywalker ended up destroying the Death Star. Movies are full of these. Look what desperation and, bad judgement at times, drove William Wallace to do! I realize some of those were bad examples but, "forget it, he's rolling." I know the movie ones are nowhere near the real-life ones but they were inspired by the lessons the real heroes have taught us. William Wallace was a real dude though. And so was/is E.T., of course.

I set my phone down and heard Stevie Nicks singing Dreams. The phone went right to Pandora and the Fleetwood Mac station just started playing. I have not listened to Pandora on my phone for about 10 days. Is my phone trying to tell me that I should go see Fleetwood Mac when they come to Chicago? "Did Timmy fall down a well girl?" Now Sara (Live) is playing. Tickets for the Chicago show go on sale in four days. The phone is next to my computer and maybe they are getting together and trying to tell me to get them on Dirty Laundry Podcast? I have always tried to make things that are pure chance into karma or a sign from somewhere or someone. Is that just a way that my mind entertains itself? What it really is is that the last time I listened to Pandora ten days ago I probably listened to Fleetwood Mac and when I set it down I hit the button with my thumb or something and it started playing. I guess it wouldn't hurt anything to see if one of them (or all of them) would be willing to be on the show. The word I have heard most in my entire life is "NO" so one more from them wouldn't hurt anything. Now The Eagles are playing - maybe I need to get in touch with Joe Walsh too.

Today is Thursday and that means another night recording Dirty Laundry Podcast. Better yet, it means that it is my weekend. Even though it is quite a bit of work each week I still enjoy doing the show after three years. I am not sure what it is that I enjoy so much. Narcissism maybe? I do like to make people smile and think and I hope we do that from time to time. I like to feel that my degree in Communications is for something; I am communicating - tons of money well-spent. Maybe I really do just talk because I like the sound of my own voice after all. I still hope that one day the show will become something that will let me quit a job where I work with a bunch of morons. It has been quite a few years since I was the one people called "the moron" at work; I really miss those days.

I have to get dressed. This is my Friday night until 22:00 then my Saturday morning begins. So, I am still in my boxers (settle down ladies, unfortunately, there is plenty to go around). We are meeting Fabio for dinner. That sounds so weird. Probably at Applebee's. I am going to have salad and maybe not even drink; I need to lose weight. It sounds like we are going to both New York City and Key West this year and I need to look good in my thong (for Key West, not New York). The paparazzi will never leave me alone while am on vacation. I hate to see my fat gut in the tabloids. It's better to fly when you're thinner too I have discovered. A week from tonight we go to that place in Chicago that I have two extra tickets for that nobody wants to accompany two world-famous podcasters to. I guess you will have to hear about the time you missed on the podcast in a couple of weeks. I still do not want to say because Cha Cha has no idea where we are going. She is so unlike me - I would have ruined the surprise by now. Free tickets and free ride in, parking included.

Thanks a lot for letting me spout-off. Now I only have 15 minutes to shower and get dressed. What will I do with those extra eight minutes - it is so nice to be a guy (sorry ladies). Have a great night. I will blog again tomorrow while editing the show, most likely. Talk at you tomorrow. MITH (out) TA!