Over the last week, whether I was working or just hanging out, I found myself listening to Weird Al Yankovic’s new songs over and over and over again, to keep me upbeat.
It’s probably obvious what my favorite song is:
Because what else would it be?
Of course, his other songs are awesome too. If one of those songs couldn’t bring a smile to your face, then you are a robot. A dangerous, mutant-hunting robot. Or at least a Cyberman. Either way, you probably have trouble understanding the value of silliness.
Believe me, silliness can be pretty damned valuable if you’re starting to get really down from the gloomy weather (which I am; not even good food and Harry Dresden can help me at this point).
This is why I wish I were Weird Al. It’s not because he’s probably making money right now after totally winning the Internet. It’s because he brings so much happiness to the world. I haven’t been doing that much over the last few months. I can barely even give MYSELF some joy, and I’m supposed to be the chirpy, happy, friendly one in the family (according to my mother). A huge part of my desire to write is hinged on my desire to entertain people. Weird Al does this for a living, is BRAVE enough to do this for a living.
Meanwhile, I content myself with the relative excitement of learning new things. After all, marketing is just as awesome.
It just never sounds like this: