Hell is other people.
N.P.: “More” – The Sisters of Mercy
So remember a few weeks ago, I was all pissed off and angsty about the relatively sudden ubiquity of really quality entertainment (television and cinema), such that I was experiencing significant anxiety about all the amazing television and movies that I was not watching. And that was just dealing with Netflix. Well. Now there’s Amazon Prime. And that more than doubled the list of things I have to watch. More than doubled: got a whole other list. Shit! And Amazon also gives you a free eBook each month to read, plus a goddamn audio book (which, by the way, I don’t particularly like audio books, but how can you turn down a “free” one?). Add to this that every goddamn week, both Netflix and Amazon add about 30 more shows each, at least one-third of which I want to watch. What used to be the time I watched something before bed is now spent just adding stuff to each of these insipid lists. And let’s not forget the actual old-school made out of trees books that are stacked up waiting to be read. AND I’m supposed to be writing about 7 books of my own!
If I took the next 7 years and did nothing but watch TV, I’m not sure that I would catch up. Certainly not with these hyper-productive bastards churning out a new 10-episode series every single day. I’ve started asking people who ask me whether or not I’ve seen some TV show or movie just how they do it. How do you people manage to watch all this shit? And I’ve not been able to get any kind of reasonable answer out of anyone. They’re too busy watching TV. Gah.
- Mini cupcakes
- Non-alcoholic beer
- Roundabouts in American intersections
- Heterosexual men who claim to get “offended.”
N.P.: “Who We Be” – DMX
When I complained once that “life is hard,” to a Buddhist friend, he replied, “Compared to what?”
He had a point. And that perspective has helped me a great deal in the last several years, especially recently. But no matter how many Taoist truisms or positive affirmations or sincere compliments from friends you get, there are some days when it seems the only possible human reaction is to say, out loud (but to one’s self), “To hell with it.”
Which I did. I’m going to go to bed early and just hope tomorrow is better, but today was an unexpectedly troubled one. . And I don’t mean to be my typically stupidly coy self by not elaborating…I’m just not sure what to say. But damn.
And also, to hell with it.
N.P.: “Ramalama (Bang Bang)” – Roisin Murphy
Cosa salvaje, pienso que me tu mueves…pero quiero saber con seguridad.
N.P.: “Inheritance” – New Model Army
“Uh…rock is not supposed to be fun. Assholes.”
I was toiling away at the writing tonight when I had such a good idea that I actually stood up and took a bow. It was an absolutely sincere bow for an absolutely brilliant idea, but there was no one around to appreciate it. I do suspect that in several somewheres, several people suddenly smiled but couldn’t tell you why if you asked them. But I know why.
So now I’m here, feeling like taking another bow, so here goes:
Thou shalt now rocketh on.
N.P.: “We Are Done” – The Madden Brothers
Vidi, vici, veni.
Writing late, nothing great, no way to discombobulate. Sunrise gets earlier and earlier.
N.P.: Everyone is Everyone (and Everything is Everything) – Au4