Some Truth About Blogging

(Dustin 11/14/22 by STEVE KELLEY AND JEFF PARKER via

I’m always amazed – and highly gratified – when I see a daily newspaper strip that gets things right. My definition of getting things right is – “natch,” as me long gone old mum would say – that the strip reflects something that’s part of my life.

Not because I’m egocentric in the extreme – oh no! – but because the older I get the more intimate situations I encounter that I am in absolutely no way prepared for, so seeing them portrayed in any medium eases my anxiety.

The Dustin strip above calmed me greatly for a while, but then I realized that no one Dustin’s age would be as awkward about creating a blog as Mister Eponymous Hero here. To be that clueless, you need to be an alte cocker like moi.

As an old fart (the proper English translation of alte cocker, yeah?) I shamelessly admit that long ago, during that other website I used to have, (which did pretty darned well) I learned to ignore the visitor counter so I wouldn’t lose heart and give up. I also shamelessly admit that the current visitor count of Larry Brody’s Blog is about one percent (1%) of the former site’s.

Because it turns out that becoming part of the Older Generation and spending time interacting with one’s peers goes even further toward accepting the slings and arrows of moment-to-moment life than Kurt Vonnegut’s always helpful occasionally lifesaving —

— “So it goes.” 

More Dustin awaits HERE


My experience has taught me that– Part 2

(Official lyric video via YouTube)

Last week I posted that, to me, the most intriguing phrase in the English language is:

“And then everything changed.”

For those who’ve asked why I made that particular post, it boils down to the fact that even though I’ve had a previous cryosurgery for prostate cancer (a shade under three years ago), the do-over of that procedure (a shade over three weeks ago) has been more traumatic.

Not because of the result re cancer, which is that (again) it looks like it’s all gone, but because of the unexpected difficulty I’ve been having in recovering from the procedure itself. If there’s one thing I’m learning, it’s that I am indeed not the man I used to be such a short time before.

“It’s all about moving along, yeah?”

Throughout my life and career, moving along has been my catch phrase. I love the feeling of being in an ever-changing present.

That’s more difficult now, due to the fact that my ever-changing present currently is pretty damn full of various annoyances, aches, and pains so powerful that the only way to keep loving what’s happening is concentrate, concentrate, concentrate on the instants when the current annoyance, ache, or pain morphs into the next one.

In those instants I play the Hope Game, as in hoping that next feeling simply won’t show up.

I love Bowie’s Changes and always considered them mine as well. But I haven’t been able to find a Bowie Moving Along song to give me the smile I need in the instant I need it. I have, however, found this by Wes Montgomery, and, regardless of any other circumstances, as soon as I can feel somewhat comfortable sitting at my drums, I’ll very happily be playing along:

(Via YouTube, after much travail) Click image to play)


My experience has taught me that– Part 1

(image by Nataliya Vaitkevitch via Pexels.Com)

…The four most exciting words in the world are:

“And then everything changed.”

…The four most frightening words in the world are:

“And then everything changed.”

Your mileage, of course, may vary. God knows that I go back and forth from one of these responses to the other at least a dozen times a day because:

“It’s all about moving along, yeah?”


The True Fact Secret of Success…

(I'm using this free Image from again because a big, cautionary red X should always come with advice, right?)

…As indirectly revealed to me by my Oldest Daughter J— just the other day:

We’re visiting A— this weekend. She’s happy as a clam and taking a film class taught by SK’s ex-wife. It’s a —

Wait! Wait!

To truly appreciate the upcoming punchline, you may need a few additional facts.

I say this because I’m an old-fashioned writer who likes to make sure everything is clear, mostly so I can tell myself that the reason my work has always been misunderstood (okay, maybe not always, but a few times at least) has been because the readers or viewers weren’t paying proper attention and not because I, erm, screwed up.


In addition to being my oldest daughter, J— is my first child in general and a producer/writer at NPR in San Francisco. Her second daughter, A—, is one of my – wait, I’ve got to count – five granddaughters and is a sophomore at UCLA.

SK has been a writer and/or producer on a ton of Marvel films among others. He’s also been a close friend of my older son (also a human whose name starts with a J–) since their college days, which means that SK’s ex-wife has at the very least been a part of the overall Brody extended family.

Older son J– also is well-known within the same business as SK. I’d say a Remembrance of Things Past worth more of great things about him, but he likes to keep a low profile.

I also have another daughter and another son and two grandsons that don’t figure into this conversation. And even though I’m not using their names, I do know them. Just don’t ask me their birthdays, okay?

Now that you’ve been alerted to the backstory, I’ll finish telling you what Oldest Daughter J— was telling me. Let me start over:

We’re visiting A— this weekend. She’s happy as a clam and taking a film class taught by SK’s ex-wife. It’s a small, nepotistic world!

There. That’s it. ODJ said it with a sigh, which is pretty much what this kind of fact of life deserves, but the point remains, not only in showbiz but in all walks of life. The Secret of Success is to always keep in mind that we do indeed live on a small, nepotistic planet. If you can’t manage to get yourself born with the right contacts, then go out and forge other connections with everyone you can.

LB’S NOTE: This, btw, isn’t what I did. Connecting and Larry Brody do not even occur in the same universe. I got started via what I’d have to call “The Second True Fact Secret of Success,” which I’ll throw in now because what the hell:

In spite of possibly being the most antisocial human anyone could ever know, I spent not only my college years but most of my adult life happy as a clam because I was the luckiest son of a bitch you may ever know.

Thanks, ODJ!