[Seth Says] If I were a squid...

...I'd be a Sethalopod.

Hello! Howdy! Wilkommen! Bean menudo! (that's souper wrong)

Thanks for tuning in to another edition of Seth goes typey typey on the word making machine. And yes, it is my professionalism and maturity that has gotten me where I am today, thanks for asking. 

Although maturity is overrated. Sure, it may seem cool because all the best movies say, "For Mature Audiences Only", but maturity apparently doesn't mean binge-watching all the movies where naked people shoot each other while swearing. Mature people are more likely to watch stultifying documentaries with talking heads on topics like "the utilization of strings and woodwinds in American rock bands in the 1980s". Although that's still sax and violins. Which is what you get for listening to Talking Heads.

Anyway, if there's a theme for this newsletter, it's that maturity is overrated. People will try to convince you otherwise. But that's...
 

One of the tricky things about maturity is that it's oft defined as "doing what's appropriate". As you might suspect, people tend to have differing opinions on exactly what is appropriate. And more often than not, you get one person saying, "You are immature for not doing things the way I wanted!", and another person saying, "YOU are immature for having a big reaction just because I did things how I prefer." And they're both partially wrong.

(arguably they're both partially right, but I'm pessimistic in general, and also the theme here is that maturity is overrated so I can't well go around validating everyone's accusations of immaturity if it's going to undercut my thesis. Although who ever undercuts a thesis? Those things are hard enough to get any money for in the first place.)

I'm not sure whether ghosting or getting mad at ghosting is more immature, but I am sure that I've developed a few strategies for dealing with ghosting thanks to my knowledge of ghosts, even if I still have Ghost Beef.

But sometimes I don't even have a message or idea for my column, I just want to have fun. It's true that comedians from Carlin (see last issue --Ed.)(that means from the editor; I know you read the last issue, Ed.) to yours truly do tend to get less wacky funny and more cynical political with age. And indeed, last time and next time I had some very political columns. But my latest column is just pure silliness. So the only question you have to ask yourself is, Are You Ready To Rock?
 

Speaking of pure silliness, this past week I watched the newest season of Kids In The Hall, which has some bits which are very silly indeed. It's impressive to see a comedy troupe come together three decades later and write and perform a whole new season that very much captures the spirit of the original. 

Frankly, I had a lot of trouble writing From God To Verse because it took me a decade and I ended up as a completely different person with different writing sensibilities than I was when I started it. So for KITH to maintain the same sort of nonsense after 30 years was fairly impressive to me.

For those of you who like irreverent sketch comedy and Monty Python, it's on Amazon Prime. For those of you who are my parents, you wouldn't like this, it's too sketchy for you. (Nothing says mature immaturity like a group of naked dancing 60-year-old men.) But as someone who grew up watching the original series in the early 90s, it's a treat to get another season 30 years on.

That'd be like if I grew up as a Weird Al fan when he released Eat It in 1984, and then he was still releasing a new album 30 years later in 2014. That would be must-listen, basically Mandatory Fun.

Weird Al is a national treasure.
 

Hey, it's finally summery! We had rain, and frost, and then snow, and then oppressive 90-degree heat, and then 60-degree weather, and now things have settled into the 60s and 70s (just like the Kids In The Hall) so it's good walking weather again.

I realize this is often the section of the newsletter where I tie things together and sum things up, but I don't wanna and you can't make me, na na na boo boo. Oh, I guess that's still immaturity. Well, poopfarts.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I'll be back in two weeks with two more columns for you.



Great Green Gobs of Grimy Greasy Gopher Guts,
Seth