Cathode Poisoning

Well here I am blogging along through the universe on a collision course that I cannot even begin to fathom. I’ve pretty much felt the cold steel of determination pressed against my throat to post something rather meaningful to my personal being, a topic that I hold pretty dear to my heart, yet I’m having quite the time trying to articulate how I want to go about talking about it. I think its rather funny how I can spend hours on end imagining the various points of what I want to write about and how I’m going to link each point to the next yet the second I sit down I feel some sort of primal need to do everything conceivable that isn’t writing. I’m no longer in school and I don’t have a job that has deadlines so why the hell am I procrastinating? I’ve found myself watching TV shows for the first time in years. Now I’m not talking about the DVD sets of Arrested Development that I’ve watched time after time. No nothing as good as that I’ve ended up watching some trite bullshit and have felt quite opiated about the entire experience, which is quite a shocking feeling because I have tended to hate television for sometime now. The numbness of not having to exercise my mind is somehow comforting, the best way to help the understanding process is via simile: “Watching television is like running into that person that you knew in high school that was always kind of cool but after hanging out with them for an hour or two you remembered why you actively decided not to keep in touch.”

All of that said, I fucking hate TV. I’ve recently watched a show that many of my peers have told me was amazing called The Venture Brothers and while at times humorous at the most basic levels I realize that its fucking stupid. I enjoyed the first two novels in the Dexter series yet the television show just pissed me off, big time. Yet I sat through entire seasons of both of these shows within the last month. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have felt no mind expansion or anything like that from those precious hours stolen from me, yet I keep crawling back for more like some kind of cathode ray tube junkie who is just begging for his next fix. Pretty fucking sad if you ask me. The worst part of all this is that I’m most likely just going to go back to watching contrive bullshit after I post this.

Sorry for the lack of pictures and I’m going to sit down and write the real article in the next 24 hours, its about aliens and my time traveling future self from tomorrow told me its fan-fucking-tastic.