my medicine

It's no secret my contempt for most reality television. It is a force to powerful and addictive for humans to posses. A flame to bright. In the past 7 years or so it has completely taken over network and cable television to a maddening point. But sometimes they really do hit on something. the powers that create this stuff reach the concentrated level of everything we love about their mindless dribble. Case in point, shows such as Rock of Love, which finally destroyed the facade that any of the contestants on that show deserve one ounce of respect. Yes we are this dumb, this shallow and this greedy.

Then there are the classics, Real World, which has gone to hell but is the grandmother and grandfather of so many replicas and rip-offs out there it still demands a bit of relevancy and admiration. And then there is Intervention, the cream of the crop of reality that pulls directly at your heart strings and simultaneously makes you feel like an amazing person. I mean really, nothing can make you feel pleased more about your own life than watching a cocaine addict whose stolen their dead mothers wedding ring to buy a hit slumping into oblivion with the price is right playing in the background. Nothing.



And then there was Janet. They really hit it out of the park this time with her squeak, literally a squeak of a cry, which she did constantly and her gallon of box wine she drank every day. Watching her crawl around in her front yard completely oblivious to how insane she was, was like the first time I hear My Morning Jacket, spectacular. I've never felt better about my life. The real deal breaker her being how completely selfish she was, even when she got clean (props Janet) she still was so self concerned that I didn't even feel bad when I went on you tube just to watch her crawl around in the grass again. And you can too, here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2fehdKgxco.


(photo curtousy of BWE Blog)

all that we can be

And so it begins. This is the next step, me pulling myself up by my dusty size 10 boot straps and making something of this life I have. I don't really know what it is going to be yet, or where it will take me but for the time being I am going to write like a madman. Write like my life depended on it and mayhap even incorporate some forced discipline into the whole thing.

Lets see what I can do.