I HATE it when that happens!
In the timeline of the Universe which stretches out for billions of years of planets and stars and such….the existence of we as humans 
is like unto fresh lemon custard. We are n00bs. If we are lucky we will be converted into some sort of pie and be thrown at an advanced race of beings.
Preferably Vogons.
Yes we face serious problems and are at a critical point in our species’ history…but we do have to have a bit of perspective and not take ourselves TOO seriously. After all just about everyone who has ever had the bad luck to live on this ridiculous planet have had to face serious problems and were (in their perspective) at a critical point in our species’ history.
Becoming a big time blogger (ha!) has nearly fatally enabled the horrible process of “taking myself seriously,” AND THIS MUST STOP! (Hits self in face with red rubber ball from I Heart Huckabees.) 
As liberal progressive radicals whateverthefuckweares in the whiteOsphere, I fear we are all subject to the deadly terror of self-seriously taking. But I KNOW that I have been engaging in this egoic onanism for the past couple of weeks.
We are a new blog, I am new at running a blog, and this is a relatively new kind of community blog. So it is good that we remember we are young and both try to NOT take ourselves to seriously and to keep our goals somewhat modest at the beginning. So far we are doing ok.
All we have adopted as goals to this point is writing a manifesto for all progressives, uniting the entire blogosphere, supporting a national general strike and defunding the Iraq occupation. All so easily achievable it leads one to ask what will will find to do NEXT month!
Blog time makes us all feel hurried, Bushco time makes us frantic to change things, Climate Crisis leers at us from the face of the clock. But as Emma said If I can’t dance I don’t want to be part of your revolution….and that goes for laughing too. Our strength is our humanness in the face of inhumanity, our individuality in the face of mindless conformity and our joy in celebrating life when the merchants of death surrounds us. Our strength is in being us. And part of us is the laughter. I am incredibly serious about laughter.
Really(?)
So when I DO start taking myself to seriously I expect you, my friends, to send the Red Rubber Ball after me. Even though I am Number 3 and not Number 6.
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That’s Turkana!!!
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(God I loved that show!)
Now excuse me while I go write something substantive and incredibly meaningful….after all, we have a world to save!
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Is that all we got?? How lazy.
saving the world is serious business, buddy
or was that buhdy?
all i wanna know is after we save world, do i still get to keep the superhero outfit????
bouncy ball is the source of all goodness and light. Or was that the shareware game Taipel? I forget.
Kaleidoscope #1
When life gets too hectic
and you start to panic
stop what you are doing
and take a deep breath
look intensely inward
search for your center
try to remind yourself
to contemplate this:
There should always be time
to smell the colors
–Robyn Elaine Serven
–December 15, 2005
…and then I think “my blogging will change the world!” and then it’s funny again…
was really Number 1.
last weekend when you posted your Big Picture diary instead of Ask A Kossak on Daily Kos, I was thinking, “dayum buhdy’s getting ALL serious on us”. Little did I know you just lost track of what day it was. Lol!
p.s. tomorrow is Sunday
today is Caturday!
(Serious cats @ i can has cheezburger)
this should work:
Anyone becoming too fucking serious here should be renditioned to YouTube and be compelled to listen to Kenny G for an hour before resuming posting.
I’ll give you serious. Here is a comment I just wrote on this blog, the blog that will save the whole friggin’ planet….
A recommendation that may seem uncivilized to y’all. Pee outside! Find a weed patch in your yard you want to kill and piss all over it, as often as possible. Watch out for neighbors, though. You can also do the old fashioned thing of using a bucket indoors and pour it out later.
Outhouses are even more civilized for such things if you have the room in your yard and soil you can actually dig into.
Yes I’m totally serious! Whizz freely and waste no water in doing so!!
And I think it’s gonna be all right
Yeah the worst is over now
The morning sun is shinin’ like a red rubber ball.
I gotta get outa here.
She once chained herself to the podium so the police couldn’t drag her out of the lecture hall so quickly. Now that is funny. I mean, if you can’t dance, chain yourself to a podium. No one is doing those kinds of things.
Those Pink First ladies are the closest thing we have. And that “Don’t taze me, bro” guy. Actually that Camp Casey woman who bought the farm across the street from Bush’s ranch was pretty funny–moving in next door to the President just to bug him.
spent all day out in the sun with my dojo, learning ancient deadly martial arts techniques…same tomorrow…
It’s not “taking things too seriously” that is the problem. It’s allowing yourself to consider serious things without feeling that it’s serious that is the answer.
“Don’t take things too seriously” is the battlecry of the mediocre and fool. It’s a ruse. It’s not reality. The truth is that serious things need to be taken, yes in measure, but very very seriously. The trick is to train yourself not to take them too harshly, to fall to peices over them, to become a ball of stress, to feel inadequate, to become frightened, to be overwhelmed … in general to be negative.
But “serious” issues must be taken “seriously”. The mark of the pure mind is to handle pure reality without distraction. The secret is to focus on removing the fear and pain, not the reality of the issue. And not by dilluting it with sarcasm and childish emotion. To find an answer with the aid of sarcasm and humor is to find a harsh answer that can’t be taken seriously all the time.
Once you handled the issue like and adult and the serious thing has passed, then you can laugh and celebrate.
Eisenhowers D-Day message was preceeded by months and even years of serious training, and followed by serious action by serious men. Before “the Eagle has landed” some people, perhaps those that needed to learn to breathe while being appropriately serious, were “about to turn blue”. “Houston we have a problem” was not followed up with laughter at mission control.
But somewhere some fool decided we shouldn’t be serious anymore.
“Serious” is what you make of it. Anyone that has been in “the zone” doing anything, the “Zen” of anything, would say they are taking that thing seriously. Seriously think about that, but take it easy on yourself while you do.