No, THIS REALLY IS The Sad Unicorn Issue Number One, and it's Not Here Yet, and it's Complicated.

So okay. I'm working on this thing. 

It's taking longer than I thought. 

I put up something a couple of months ago. 

It's not what I quite wanted. 

I admit that I've a bit like the unfortunate individual below from time to time:

Man, I can identify with that feeling. I just want it to be...right. 

I was trying to find that other scene where he runs his hand over the plane, and needs to get the rivets just right. I can totally identify with that. I want the rivets right. 

Now, where was I? Oh. Yes. The Sad Unicorn. 

"The Sad Unicorn" is something I'm working on that I playfully call a blogzinething. It's this thing where I can't really just do TikTok or Instagram or X or whatever platform is being run by technofascisrts. I mean, okay, I'll post a link to this there, but I just...I just can't. 

​As for the thing itself, this thing I call "The Sad Unicorn:" I'm really just about done with the first issue. The thing that's holding everything up is that I'm just trying to get it right. What I previously posted as the first issue isn't. Blot it out of your mind.

Look, I'm well aware that four people are reading this, if that. There's this really desperate comic feel that I have as I write this, visualizing myself on a stage in a small nightcub, performing for, like, three people. 

Nice to see you.

What am I doing right now? Why, doing the same thing I've been doing with "The Sad Unicorn:" just trying to get it right. 

And by gosh, as I think about it: I've been trying to get it right my whole life. 

I love that last line. It's got a sort of Afterschool Special feeling to it. It's something that some kid's dad would say after the kid realized he had a problem. Then they'd hug each other. Fade out.  

Ah, yes, yes...The Afterschool Specials. Below, for your viewing pleasure, no less a man than Scott Baio, in "Stoned:"

I just don't have the freedom on social media that I have with a blog, so I really just want to keep it to here. The people I genuinely care about--you know, like real friends, not Zuckfriends, not Muskfriends, not ZhangFriends. 

Zhang Yiming is the guy behind TikTok, just in case you didn't know. i didn't know until a few seconds ago, unless Chat GPT is lying. 

Anyway, soon, soon, I swear to you all, I swear on a stack of Left Behind paperbacks, The True First Issue of The Sad Unicorn will come out soon. 

In the meantime, for the two or three of you who even choose to come here, one more thing for you. A song, a great one I didn't know about until a short time ago, but people a lot more interesting that I did no doubt knew about back in the early 1990s, when Bongwater covered this song.

​Citizens, I give you Roky Erikson's "You Don't Love Me Yet," and you know what? The You Tube search thingee also brought up the Bongwater cover, so here's both of them: