Is anybody reading this?

I don’t know that there’s a market for pensive, freeform prose. The Twit-Toks of the world have spoiled our cortexes and we expect to get our entertainment injected straight into our dopamine sensors with all the nuance and meditative ambiance of a Lisa Frank x Secret Lair.

Perhaps, then, it’s time to take a step back and allow something else to form: a notion, the idea, that perhaps it’s time to explore injecting a bit of chaos into what would’ve passed as a “blog” in bygone eras. The days of MySpace and mIRC are over- the internet has been fully colonized by the capitalists, and no one is going to stumble upon anything I write here.

Great.

It’s my party, and I’ll write if I want to. Feast thine eyes upon the truest form of self-expression: a stream-of-thought rambling about new beginnings, written in an altered state on a site of no-repute. This isn’t your Grandpa’s Facebook Feed, my friends- no, this is a deep dive into the furthest recesses of my super(b) ego; a manifesto of my mind; a call to re-action.

You’ve been warned.

Don’t say you haven’t been warned. (The above text is bright red, which indicates a warning. This isn’t a joke, I just wanted to be sure in case you were reading this in a scenario in which you are unable to perceive color, whatever that scenario might be. I’m helpful.)

I’m not actually helping.

Anyways. What I’m saying is I don’t know what’s next, and since I don’t know, you can’t know either. We’re going to find out together- me, and you, and anyone else reading this. Play along at your own pace! There’s plenty of room for everyone- lots of starring roles, some one-shots, recurring background characters, NPCs, or just lurking in the audience. Season 6.5 of The Alexis Show is being written *right now*, and auditions are open.

This isn’t chaos, it’s just simple contrived diction!

Go away. You’re not the boss of me, imposter syndrome.

Anyways, I don’t actually have a plan.

I don’t have a plan. Do you?

(Can you share it?)

The next few weeks are going to be “regroup” and “prepare the runway”. I want to do a “company retreat”, but as a staycation, and the “company” is actually me. What does that look like? The next few weeks will be planning that! It’s like AlexisFest 2.0, but with more whiteboards, and maybe a TED talk or two. And THAT will be the deep, explorative process wherein I look deep into my soul and answer the fundamental question: “Well, what now?”

Or, worst case scenario, I’ll get high, eat pizza, and watch Star Trek with cats and cuddles.

I don’t know if this is a one-person thing, or somehow a hundred-person thing. It’s almost certainly closer to the former. But mostly because I’m certain absolutely no one will ever see a word of this, because there isn’t *actually* an Alexis Show. Everyone knows it got cancelled after the incident in season 4. But what if…?

(Thanks for coming to my TED talk.)