I usually don’t promote a lot of TV shows and stuff like that in my ponderings, but today I’m going to make an exception. This Saturday, July 8 at 8 PM (Eastern) NBC is having a three hour ‘Freaks and Geeks’ marathon. If you haven’t seen this show, it’s a comedy/drama about the freaks and geeks in a Michigan high school in 1980. It’s one of the funniest shows I’ve seen in a while, and NBC cancelled it before the season was out. They’re showing the unaired episodes Saturday. The show has some of the most realistic dialogue and situations on TV. It captures high school really well, and not just the jock and cheerleader view.
That’s it for tonight. I’ll be back Sunday.
Lately I’ve been finding a lot of joy in reading. I’m crossing items of my summer reading list every week, and taking the time to read magazines online as often as I can. I love reading odd little well written articles about all sorts of stuff. Today I read about New Orleans becoming the next Atlantis and the Pentagon’s secret war with drug cartels in Columbia. Fascinating stuff that really doesn’t affect my life. As I was walking home thinking about some of these things, I realized that some people just don’t care. They don’t like to read, and filling their minds with odd bits of information isn’t a good use of time.
I pity these people. Wouldn’t it be better if everyone in the world could be so knowledge hungry, like me? Of course, I’m not that na
I watched a movie today and realized the plot wasn’t anything new or original. The plot was threadbare and worn, the characters could be found in any neighborhood Goodwill store, and the jokes were copied straight out of a joke book–and one full of puns, too. It’s not that it was a bad movie, it’s just that it wasn’t original. They told the same old story in a new and somewhat interesting way. They found a creative angle and rehashed the same old same old. Throw in a few nods to other movies in your genre and you’ve got yourself a film. If that’s all it takes, I could become a movie writer. Or so I told myself as I sat there in the dark listening to old women laugh.
This morning (okay, it was really this afternoon) while I was in the shower I came up with an interesting idea for a horror story. Of course it isn’t really a horror story and I usually don’t write those, but that’s okay. That’s what people would think it is, so you just have to go with it. Sometimes I wonder why my imagination is so overactive, and other times I’m thankful it is. I just wish it would be book-size overactive.
Today is July 4. As I write this fireworks are exploding to celebrate the independence of our country. Sometimes I wonder if we not only gained our independence from the British but from each other as well.
You’ve got to get over this cynical attitude.
That’s what they tell me. But I don’t care. I know I need to. I need to do a lot of things. I need to go to bed right now so I can get over this illness that propels me to curl up in the fetal position and rock myself to sleep.
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