And this is normal.

Alison-Parker-Adam-WardWe can be shot by a someone we know. We can be shot by someone we don’t know. We can be shot on purpose. We can get shot by accident. We can be shot at random.

We can be shot by someone who’s crazy. We can be shot by someone who’s angry. We can be shot accidentally by a toddler who picks up a gun. We can be shot just because we were standing next to someone.

We can be shot by a bad guy. We can get shot by a police officer. We can be shot by an officer who was aiming at a bad guy. We can be shot by a bad guy who was aiming at a cop.

We can be shot for being gay or for being straight. We can be shot for being a Christian, for being a Muslim, for being an atheist. We can be shot for being black or white. We can be shot for being an immigrant or for being an American. We can be shot for being rich or for being homeless.

We can be shot in churches, in movie theaters, in shopping malls, in grocery stores, in the office, on the street, on the freeways, in our homes… literally anywhere, at any time, for any reason, or for no reason at all.

And this is normal.

Entropy will always kick your ass.

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Scientists are now pretty sure that the universe is dying. It is literally becoming darker. It will expand forever, and because there’s a finite amount of mass and matter, eventually everything will spread out until we are mere wisps. Entropy began winning as soon as the Big Bang happened. The universe will continue to grow colder and darker. Everything may have started with a bang but it’s ending not even with a whimper, just a cold, slow, lingering death. As all the molecules in the universe eventually lose their motion and vibration, what’s left you wouldn’t even be able to call mist. In the end, there will be the barest of nothings. It will be so spread out light won’t reach anywhere. There will be infinite darkness.

So yeah, gimme the large fries.

Maybe everything is pointless. And that’s the point.

I keep hearing about how important it is to find purpose in life, and that not having a purpose is a terrible thing to be avoided at all costs. The idea that there might not be a point to all this is seen as something too horrific to even consider… But who says there has to be a point? Who says there has to be a purpose? Maybe we’re just here… to be here.

Like the great Rush song says, “Why are we here? Because we’re here. Roll the bones. Why does it happen? Because it happens. Roll the bones.”

I’ve thought and thought about this. If it turns out that life is pointless, it really doesn’t make me feel any worse… or any better for that matter. I’m fine with it. The universe is a big place and we’re kind of small. So it’s entirely possible the universe doesn’t give a squat about what some barely evolved primates have decided is oh so important.

In fact, if there IS a point, then we’ve got to worry about figuring out what it is, and then when we think we’ve got it figured out, we’ve got to worry if we’ve missed it or got the wrong one. And if someone else has figured out a different point, then we’ve got to fight and argue and have wars about who’s right.

Maybe it’s better if everything is pointless, because then we can just spend our time enjoying the ride for what it is: a ride.

The preceding was brought to you by the hot steaming cup of coffee I just drank.

The absence of Jon Stewart isn’t all bad.

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Yes, we’ve lost Jon Stewart on The Daily Show, and it’s hard facing a world without him.

But it’s really not that bad, in fact it’s great, because not one, but two extremely talented people have already stepped into the void.

John Oliver is doing a show on HBO – Last Week Tonight – that delves deeply into topics we don’t normally think about, and I don’t think Comedy Central would have let him do that show. Certainly not without commercial interruption.

Also, Stephen Colbert is bringing his incredible intelligence and humor – and his Colbert Report writing staff – to a massive mainstream audience on CBS he couldn’t dream of reaching on Comedy Central.

So, Jon, enjoy your rest. Stephen and John have got this.


There’s something I’ve been doing since I was a kid.

No, not that. Get your minds out of the gutter.

I’m talking about writing. Mostly short stories and poetry. It all started when I fell in love with science fiction and Star Trek at a very young age. It made me want to write. Later, I discovered Kurt Vonnegut, and what I learned from him was how to have a voice. Naturally I copied his until it dawned on me that it wouldn’t be my own voice.

Along the way I discovered other writers, Stephen King, Carl Sagan, Arthur C. Clarke, John Irving, Isaac Asimov, Robert Frost, David Gerrold, e.e. cummings, and many more, all of whose styles filtered into my subconscious as I sat to try and do what they did. I filled notebook after notebook with high school poetry, kept writing after I got out into the world, worked on short story plotting, began writing stories that weren’t science fiction but more about real life as I filleted, deconstructed and reconstructed things from the lives of my friends and myself.

But I have remained a novice, an amateur, a hobbyist. I haven’t been published. I haven’t really pursued it because my broadcasting career was my primary focus. I found I enjoyed writing for writing’s sake, and I could live with the fact that I was “untrained,” and that I wasn’t going to make a professional career out of it. In the age of the Internet, I could “publish” my stuff to a blog and whoever wanted to read it, enjoy! ( And I started work on a novel which should be finished by, oh, the time we land a human being on Pluto.

But maybe, just maybe, opportunities are presenting themselves to do more with this hobby. No, it won’t take me away from broadcasting. I enjoy it too much and it’s my primary income — that’s my social security lockbox.

I can’t talk about it yet, because it may turn out to be nothing, or it may turn out to be something. I have no idea. But it fills me with a desire to start looking into this avenue. We’re all here to express ourselves, after all. And as my cat informs me, self expression is at least as important as loving someone, being loved, and making sure the cat is fed.

I’ll keep you posted.