Military Pals

I’m very close to a lot of military people. I talk about one in particular, and I have a father who served in the Air Force and a Grandfather who was active duty in the Navy during WWII, plus a lot of my closest friends in college were in the Army ROTC program. I was so close to these guys, in fact, that I wrote them a special segment in my college magnum opus, Xavier: The Musical:

When people first read the script, they were like, “There’s no way you’re gonna get these guys to do that. They’ll be insulted.”

In reality, my Army friends were like “How come we don’t get to sing along too?”

I think about my military friends a lot. Their discipline and commitment are inspirations to my own work. I think about them even more on Memorial Day. There are a lot of people I never knew who have given the ultimate gift of their lives to a bigger philosophy so that others may continue to pursue their own happiness. There are even a few I do know. And I am grateful to have known them and let their sacrifice remind me that life is short and beautiful and we should all be so lucky to know what gives us a feeling of purpose in this life and have the opportunity to pursue it.

So thank you, military friends young and old. Thank you for your service. And thank you for your sacrifice. And thank you for inspiring me to keep doing variation on fart jokes, since you guys seem to really love ’em.

Why Do We Do This?

thegeneralI had an epiphany a couple weeks ago.

I was sitting in my bed with my computer watching Netflix. I had a hankering for some classics so I watched “The General” by Buster Keaton.

And here’s the thing… I laughed. A lot. That shit was hilarious.

And it boggled my mind. Not that I was laughing at a comedy movie (after all, that’s what they’re for). But the fact that I was laughing at something a man created almost 90 years ago. The humor and expressions were so classic and so human and so real and so identifiable that I was entertained. I was entertained even though it was shot with technology barely more advanced than the fossils I see in history museums compared to what we have now. It made me laugh despite the fact that the civil war themes feel so far gone and not something I can readily identify with anymore. It made me laugh despite the fact that there was no spoken dialogue.

It was magical.

And I realized that’s what I want to do. I want to tell stories that can long outlast me. I want to connect people through laughter. I want to make people feel more human through simple storytelling and honest reactions. I want to become a part of the very fabric of our culture through art that people for generations can be entertained by.

I don’t know much about Buster Keaton’s personal life. I don’t know what his daily struggles were. I don’t know how much debt he had or what he was thinking while filming “The General.” I don’t know how stressed he was or the hardships he faced. I get to see his body of work. And it’s still entertaining and funny.

That’s what I want. Not to worry about the stresses or the frustrations except what I can learn from them. To be a good and balanced person that can do her best work and be present and enjoy it. And to actually do the work. Good work. Quality work. And lots of it. So that someday, when a person 90 years in the future is curling up on their floating space bed and using their internal brain-scan chip to surf the internet, they could stumble upon something I created. And be entertained by it. And feel more connected to humanity through connecting to creations of the past.

Whoa. Like… deeeeeep, man.

 

Spambots Love Me

robotNot to brag, y’all, but one of my posts, Grandpa Fight, is getting TONS of comments. From people all over the world. Who feel the need to tell me they love the content on my site in broken english. And who feel the need to encourage me to check out their site and product that could really make a difference in my life.

At first I was excited about all the comments. But that’s because I’m naive. I don’t always understand something until it’s too obvious and often too late. I started realizing they were all variations of each other. So they’re all spam bots and not real people who liked my posts and commented on my writing.

Alas and alack.

I’ll be honest- if they keep making it through my spam filters, I’m gonna start writing back. Because writing makes me feel good. Even if it’s just to a robot. Who knows, maybe it’ll make a spambot’s day. And maybe they’ll stop spamming and find out what they really want in this life. And they’ll go do it. And the world will be a better place with one more happy robot pursuing their robot dreams.

Or maybe I just want an entertaining distraction. Who knows.

 

Love Letter 2014

In honor of Valentines Day today, I want to write a little love letter to all the people I love and am immensely grateful for in my life. I won’t get specific, but you know who you are.  Thank you for your continued love and support.

Dear Fan/Supporter/Family Member/Friend,

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Thank you for believing in me. I try and tell you often, but maybe you don’t hear me. I am so grateful for you. Every time someone drops me a text or a comment and tells me they like whatever stuff I put out into the universe, I’m reminded why I do this stuff.

I mean, I perform and create because that’s what makes me happy. That’s when my spirit is most alive. That’s when I feel most fulfilled.

But to be honest, it’s not always easy. Not the creation part- that comes easily. But to remind myself every day that I have to keep putting myself out there no matter what the response (which is sometimes slower than I hoped) and no matter what the circumstances… that’s the hard part.

And the only reason I’ve been able to achieve everything I’ve achieved up to this point in my life is because I have loving, wonderful, hilarious, supportive, beautiful people around me who believe in me. I don’t do it so I get the affirmations, but the affirmations are a reminder of why I do it. I love hearing about people who are entertained by my nonsensical musings on Twitter. I get the biggest kick out of social media interactions with friends I haven’t seen in years who are following one of my wacky projects and are enjoying being a part of the process. I nearly cried when a friend of mine texted out of nowhere that my latest Femoir Podcast (which I totally revamped and experimented with at the beginning of this year) was exactly what he needed to hear this week.

I create because I have to. It’s how I relax. It’s who I am. I’m a creator. And a creative person. And a funny spirit. And a performer. And a writer. So have to do these things. It’s a compulsion inside of me.

But my heart fills with joy every time I know that someone has responded in some way to something I create.

So thank you. I don’t say it every day, but this is for you. All this is for you. I can’t do it without you.

I love you.

Oodles.

Now let’s hug it out and get back to work.

Love,

Briana