On the personal Internet music station today:

Songs composed by Claude Goudimel and his contemporaries.

Did I not tell myself 2011 would be a difficult year for me?

Where in the cycles of repetition do I place the inconstant self?

A man of the cloth told me that all the answers to life can be found in the work of holy religious writing.

I’ve read many a religious text and found they usually pose more questions than answers, leaving a space between the silence for the unanswerable to give meaning to individual lives that seek meaning.

For those who do not seek, ready paths have been trailblazed, beaten and clearly marked for easy passage.

There is no right answer.

John Cleese once found meaning in the form of income for entertaining those in the business realm.

Can I give myself such meaning, too, and feel unique knowing that I am bringing my self’s sense of humour, although repetitious like any other, to those who may not have heard and/but/or may appreciate the comic approach to learning more in the world of modern barter exchange?

Beef up dry presentations with humour-tinted insight?

All I’m going to do is die.

Every one of us has a fun side that may seem extraordinarily quirky but is the same as others who are just as reticent to speak their “crazy” thoughts.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have comic strips, late-night comedy talk shows, stations on the tellie dedicated to humour or websites galore expounding on serious but funny subjects.

These blogs are my textual comic strips, twisting philosophy and religion into satirical braids, leading us toward a future wrought with uncertainty but having fun running blind and headstrong into the unknown, no matter how laid-back or high-strung we may fear we be.

At almost 49, my biological clock is beating me over the head.

The path branches here in 2011 and I must choose.

Follow the loops that are long enough to make me forget I’ve commented on the same scenery repeatedly, or…

Step onto a path covered with undergrowth that hides a layer of ice on which I must tread and never know if it is too thin to hold me up or thick enough to stomp upon when I feel like making a scene.

Meanwhile, asking myself why I fear that I will stop being myself in making a new choice although I have never stopped being myself, even when I have immersed myself in the waters dancing to someone else’s tune.

This is the year of my 25th wedding anniversary and it appears a large portion of the money set aside for an anniversary celebration will be spent improving the health of a 12-1/2 year old cat.

Sure, my wife has a job but, by not touching my retirement savings, I am essentially flat broke, having sworn a private oath of poverty in 2007 in order to spend years clearing my thoughts of 45 years of unusable, accumulated civil dust and debris, working an odds-and-ends job once a year to make a little money (e.g., census taker, teacher, technology tester and website creator).

The Ides of March are upon us, in this, my pivotal year of 2011.

You’ll never know how many of these words are real and how many are figments of your imagination.

In other words, these words are the future.

All I can do is continue being me, composing jazzy bluegrass riffs and odes to Renaissance melodies.

The game show “Jeopardy” upped the stakes – the clues will now reference previous clues, both for current shows in progress and previous shows.

“Kris, it’s your turn.”

“‘Step to the Right’ for $2000, please, Alex.”

“In the first round, third column, ‘Time Warp Again,’ the $400 level, the fifth word in the answer is an anagram for this question.”

“I don’t remember.”

“‘What is “nag a ram”?’ The word anagram was actually part of the answer, if you remember.

Kris, it’s still your turn.”

“‘Jump to the Left’ for $1600.”

“On July 16th, 2003, the Final Jeopardy answer was Anna Magdalena Bach.  Name the only person who got the answer right.  For a $5000 bonus, name the total amount of daily winnings for all three participants.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry you don’t remember, Kris.  After all, you were voted ‘most likely to succeed’ by the Jeopardy Fan Club Forum.  Anyone else?  No?  The answer is ‘What if there was no winner because that day’s last five minutes was lost due to a video glitch?’  It’s the only day that ever happened, famous to most Jeopardy fans watching today’s show, I’m sure.

A little nervous, Kris, aren’t you?  Bet the fans at home are filling the forum with posts giving you a new nickname you’ll never forget.  Fame is fleeting, Kris, so enjoy whatever they’re saying about you now because, with time, they’ll forget about you.

Few people can tell you the name of the host of the original Jeopardy.  I’ll be forgotten soon myself but enjoyed the ride as a spy and propagandist for the Canadian government.”