Is this me? Where am I?
Monday, February 28, 2005
The cyclops
Sorry for the delay, everyone. It's hard to update a blog when you're bumming around Boston with family and friends--my mistake! And Tony, while I appreciate your comments, I have yet to figure out how to add links/pictures/google translators to my blogging page. Advice and comments on that score would be appreciated.
As I write this, I can hear the sounds of my wife getting dinner ready and feel the breeze on the back of my neck. We have a cartoon stove that heats up when's it's angry--of course, smoke comes out of its front as well. So, pardon me while I take a break to eat dinner. . . .
Ok, that was a MUCH longer break than anticipated. We found ourselves, after eating a wonderful cream-of-broccoli soup dinner, mesmerized by the all-seeing eye of our television set. I may be the only one to have experienced this, but it seems as though once you start watching something, and after you've had a long day at work, your arms become lead weights and your brain shuts off and your just sit there and are . . . entertained!
The price you pay, of course, is lost time--time that has left you without any real memories, only who sang what song on American Idol, and what imaginary terrorist was thwarted on 24. When I'm an old man, maybe I'll remember myself as the one who sang to an audience of applauding terrorists and CIA agents. Then again, maybe not.
I had another interesting experience after the brain turned back on. I'm not sure if it's that I'm blogging now, or that I just haven't been using the writing part of my brain, but I get slightly panicky when I think about having to write these entries. That's probably why I keep slipping into the introspective (oops! there I go again! Bad Billy!) . . . Anyway, your patience as I work out this underused muscle is appreciated. And with that, I say, good night!
As I write this, I can hear the sounds of my wife getting dinner ready and feel the breeze on the back of my neck. We have a cartoon stove that heats up when's it's angry--of course, smoke comes out of its front as well. So, pardon me while I take a break to eat dinner. . . .
Ok, that was a MUCH longer break than anticipated. We found ourselves, after eating a wonderful cream-of-broccoli soup dinner, mesmerized by the all-seeing eye of our television set. I may be the only one to have experienced this, but it seems as though once you start watching something, and after you've had a long day at work, your arms become lead weights and your brain shuts off and your just sit there and are . . . entertained!
The price you pay, of course, is lost time--time that has left you without any real memories, only who sang what song on American Idol, and what imaginary terrorist was thwarted on 24. When I'm an old man, maybe I'll remember myself as the one who sang to an audience of applauding terrorists and CIA agents. Then again, maybe not.
I had another interesting experience after the brain turned back on. I'm not sure if it's that I'm blogging now, or that I just haven't been using the writing part of my brain, but I get slightly panicky when I think about having to write these entries. That's probably why I keep slipping into the introspective (oops! there I go again! Bad Billy!) . . . Anyway, your patience as I work out this underused muscle is appreciated. And with that, I say, good night!
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
In the interest of consistency
ESPN.com: Page 2 : Delivering the mail
For those of you who don't read this columnist, and are unfamiliar with the work of the Boston Sports Guy, this is a good introduction to his work. What we have here is a breakdown of (according to him) a groundbreaking TV show, as it stacks up to its heir apparent.
I'm not all that familiar with The OC, but his stuff about 90210 is spot on.
While I'm on the topic, did anyone else who watched 90210 feel slightly guilty after or while watching it? I always felt like I needed to take a bath when the show ended. Looking back on some of those episodes now, that feeling is long gone, being as how I watched a fat man in a diaper high on LSD jump off a balcony and break his neck, only to choke on his own blood when his wife turned him over (the basic plot of last week's CSI). I guess it's really true that innocence, once lost, is lost for good.
On that morbid note--enjoy the column!
For those of you who don't read this columnist, and are unfamiliar with the work of the Boston Sports Guy, this is a good introduction to his work. What we have here is a breakdown of (according to him) a groundbreaking TV show, as it stacks up to its heir apparent.
I'm not all that familiar with The OC, but his stuff about 90210 is spot on.
While I'm on the topic, did anyone else who watched 90210 feel slightly guilty after or while watching it? I always felt like I needed to take a bath when the show ended. Looking back on some of those episodes now, that feeling is long gone, being as how I watched a fat man in a diaper high on LSD jump off a balcony and break his neck, only to choke on his own blood when his wife turned him over (the basic plot of last week's CSI). I guess it's really true that innocence, once lost, is lost for good.
On that morbid note--enjoy the column!
Monday, February 21, 2005
Let's Get Started
Something to be said for starting new works, and never finishing them. Something to be said for writing something that probably no one will see. Regardless, let us press ahead with a new endeavor, a new resolution.
Blink and you'll miss it. Yeah, sounds like a pretty good name. Random thoughts, little stories, and interesting comments from you, the reader. Enjoy--I know I will.
Bill
Blink and you'll miss it. Yeah, sounds like a pretty good name. Random thoughts, little stories, and interesting comments from you, the reader. Enjoy--I know I will.
Bill
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