Chimera Star Junction

• My “I sound like I’m bitching but I’m just whining aloud like Drake does” post
• My “Hits and Fails of 2011” post
• Give a shit that 2011 is now 2012…

You know, with the new year on me, a lack of textual whining, no discernible accomplishments from the previous year, no post on how I think Herman Cain qualifies as the most important person of 2011, and even now just a load of questions with no answers so much as a mental database of music that accompanies my draining mind state (thank you Yasunori Mitsuda), my very demeanor is so very… blah.

Apathy is death.  These words from Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2 stick with me because the further and further I get through life the further and further I think I’m falling into the trap of not caring enough about things, or even caring period about many things, and steadily I can see myself becoming the very thing I hate: the people that don’t want me to be like them.  Motivation is an illusive thing and ideas flourish but the drive to see them anywhere but in the perfection of my electrical impulses is overpowering.  Everyone says the first step is the hardest, but we try to avoid all pain in an effort to stay in relative comfort.  We say we’ll go back to church one day, just not next Sunday.  We’ll go on a diet after the chicken wing dinner next week.  We’ll have that screenplay written by the end of the year, just gotta wait for the right spark.  I know three people that haven’t accomplished those above goals yet and I can say they all need a good shot of “Ass Kicking” to get going.  I can get on two of them right now.

Maybe the biggest reason I don’t feel bad about this lack of momentum is because I haven’t actively sought anything this year, except for maybe a few video games.  My anger comes from me not pushing myself, and that’s more annoyance than anything else.  Everyone has the idea that they’ll have A, B and C done at this point, this being age 17 or age 21 or age 28 or age 35, who knows?  All I really want to be able to do is say that I’ve been able to actively contribute to a collective of talented writers (which I can), sampled some of the city’s finest things (which I do) and erased any regrets I may have had (and there was only one… and that’s ongoing).  All in all, I can’t say I’m in Japan hobnobbing with Miyazaki (but that would be SO COOL!) but I’m not in a bad position.  I just have to admit I’m surrounded by extraordinary people who aren’t happy just moving ahead of the pack but light years ahead of it.  Hey, y’all have fun doing that, I wish y’all the best.  Truth be told I’m already on my cosmic treadmill, though: you cats are catching up with an old man whose seen the world but didn’t want it.

I joke.  Well, not really.  Don’t want a throne; just a home one day.  What’s the point of me saying all this?  When I get back to Atlanta I’ll still be a hopeless romantic of a dreamer, I’ll still be thinking about kicking someone in the teeth over old stuff, I’ll still be procrastinating on projects I claim to be in love with, and if I’m lucky I’ll have something set up so my summer isn’t just in ATL but in Florida too (we’ll see).  When I look at it like that, however…

2011 wasn’t a bad year.  I had some good music, good food, good drink, only threw up once, only wasted a bit of money, not too bad really.  Can’t really say I wish I did things differently: that would imply regret.  No regret.  Ah hell, who cares?  My year end thing will just come at the beginning of this year.  My good ol’ Hits and Fails piece.  I’ll just go ahead and give the biggest one here:

The DiZ’s 2011 Person of the Year is…

Yes, businessman, Baptist minister, Morehouse Man, GOP hopeful and all around Smiley Rogers impersonator, Herman Cain gets the DiZ Award for Excellence this year for Person of the Year.  Ladies and gentleman, this man simply has it all.  He’s well spoken, well traveled, well read, well dressed, well… hmm?  I’m sorry, what’s that?  He stutters when he talks about African nations?  He’s never actually been outside of the country?  He… wears the same suit repeatedly?  Ah… I see… well then, after a quick recount thanks to Mr. Gregory Abernathy of Florida, it seems that the Person of the Year Award for 2011 actually goes to…

Rick Ross, ladies and gentlemen, for the oft-thought impossible task of making the following guy go from terribly lame go-go conscious rapper to almost tolerable lame and bland go-go strip club crooner: