Well, here I am, sitting on my couch, TV blaring in the background, cats prowling and complaining, and deciding to add my voice to the blog-sphere. Why? Why not?
I've been trying to get into the habit of writing. My noggin is filled to bursting with ideas for short stories and other ideas, all begging to be set free. So I figure, writing is writing is writing, right? Right? Or am I just fooling myself/
Sigh.
I know, I know.
Destination Truth is on right now. I have to admit, that and Ghost Hunters are silly pleasures of mine. As far as Destination Truth goes, I know that if they ever found anything of interest or discovered the Yeti for sure, it would be all over the mainstream news before showing up on a cable TV show.
As far as Ghost Hunters goes, well, I'm not a fervent believer, but I don't exactly disbelieve, either. To quote Old Bill, "There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio". (And it was spooks the speaker was speaking of thusly.)
But at least the folks on these shows behave with a certain amount of decorum and dignity. (Sometimes not possible when dangling from a rope into the crater of a volcano, but that's okay; we'll overlook those lapses.) But what to make of shows like Repo and Monsters-in-Law or, God help us, the Kardashians?
I watched about 10 minutes of Jersey Shore once, and had to take a long, long shower to scrub the shame off. I don't know which was worse -- watching these horrible, horrible people, or the fact that these horrible, horrible people didn't realize how utterly dreadful they were and therefore allowed cameras to follow them around and record their dreadful antics.
I'm not even going to talk about The Hills.
Enough for one post. I will try to post again tomorrow, but no promises. (I'm sure the world is teetering on the edge, just waiting ...)
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