people are making money, despite their commonality. What's really sad is the fact that most of the stuff is crap anyway. But nowhere else can you pay $20 for a 5 ft by 2 ft piece of Styrofoam and call it a play toy.
Ooh, and the evils of television. The other crime is sleazy talk shows. What's up with Jerry Springer? I'd be ashamed to have lived wherever it was he was governor or mayor. As Weird Al said, "He puts the 'sin' in 'syndication'."
I love the way Montel and Maury and all their sick "friends" bring people together and exhibit people with "problems." There are reasons these shows have free tickets: only bored people would pay to publicly harass a man who wants to marry his own daughter.
Sick fascinations that I still have yet to comprehend. Sounds like a Ricki Lake episode if ever I saw one. ("Sick fascinations People Still Can't Comprehend...on the next...Ricki.") I guess I should go back to worrying about people who have eyeball-licking fetishes. Mmm...retina.
Either that or get mixed up in my friends' personal affairs. Despite my choice, both lead to mental images to a degree of filth rivaling the worst of trashy talk shows; thoughts that would make the "Talk Soup Clip of the Week." But we all have to start somewhere, right?
I figure, the lower the expectations, the better. Because the minute you just say "Fuck it! I give up hoping for this, this, and this," things will start to look better in comparison.
And sex would seem that much greater.
All it is is a perceptional thing. You think it'll be bad, and you won't be disappointed if it is. Then again, you'll be somewhat surprised if it works out.
So yes, call me a pessimist if you must. Personally, I think the phrase "incredibly realistic" also works. Why pray for sun when all you see is dark cloud cover for twenty miles? I say expect the rain and gloat when you're right, or act happily surprised if, by some chance, it doesn't.
With a no-expectation policy like that, who needs Prozac? Well, maybe the grass does. Because no matter how you look at it, grass is grass and it covers the earth like a rug in a mansion. It's always there, and you expect it.
But we're dependent upon grass to be there all the time, making whatever lawn we have look lush and beautiful. Grass is likened to a parent: we always think it'll be there. And sometimes grass dies, and that's almost as shocking as when our family members die -- but not as expensive.
Unless you take care of the funeral and whatnot yourself, like people do for their pets. A nice hole in the ground away from any power or water lines, a simple prayer/remembrance ceremony, and everything all done by lunch. Nice way to say "good-bye" to a loved one.
It's all about closure.
Maybe that's why TV is so popular. There's no closure. Humans like good, solid ends to things. It's freeing, almost, no matter what the situation. So these little post-episode teasers break the ties of closure, sucking the innocent into a web of never-ending fictionalization and familiarity. Soon, a show becomes a part of your