My nephew is blown away by commercials. He doesn't like the news. He was smiling and banging his knee and clapping during Glee. All in all, a good day.
Huxleyesque mining of pregnant teenagers hormones sold as designer drugs. Every night before I go to bed to some show that I am half listening to, I think about a subject and expound. I literally collapse in the details. It starts like an amusement park ride. Tonight watching Glee, after a day of The People vs Larry Flynt, Whatever Works (Lucier and Cortney's movie for sure), and Wild at Heart, I have OD'ed on panemotional sweetness. Sharp lines and the ties that connect and sometimes garrote us all to each other. The shadows cast from the hanging dead... and birthday cake commercials inciting gleeful toddlers. That's me.
I'm super excited about any possible job I might get. This week has been much pounding of the proverbial pavement. And... this crap.
New TV shows on Fox.
Eclipse soundtrack.
So I toast you all: To vacations that occupy a lunch break, the mawkish and the mockable we hold dear.
