back off the mic when I spit

It's a new year and about time for a fresh start here in this vast existance we call the universe. I'm going to make a concerted effort to post at least once a week here. For reals. I'm gonna do it. Just you watch. Thanks to the random strangers for your words of support. Apparently, the only way people see this blog is by random chance. That's cool I guess. It makes it more indie or something.

So, it looks like Abramhoff is going to talk and bring down a big ugly stack of jokers. I bet he is watching his ass everytime he walks outside. If I were him, I'd go hide in Cheney's bunker. We should just have PPV death matches between all the crooked fucks in DC. Who doesn't win in this scenario? I would convert to digtal cable and get the season pass. They could make millions.

All I do now is go to work, come home, read fark.com, go back to sleep, then back to work. The only daylight I see is on the drive to work. Is this healthy?

OK here's a rant:

I was in a "deep meditative state" a few weeks ago while watching shitty television at about 6am. I caught a show I had never seen before called Bosom Buddies, with Tom Hanks and the other guy. I believe the episode title was The Re-write. It seemed to me at the time, that the charecters were making fun of the audience the entire show, with veiled references about the stupidity of television. It was almost as if the characters in the television program could see into the living rooms of their viewers. It got me thinking about the existance of a sort of measurable consciousness that can be manipulated in such a way as to completely individualize televsion viewing. Sort of like, the themes of the shows you watch are messages from a cosmic source telling you a direction to go in life. In this instance, the message was to turn off the TV. I don't think I'm getting my point across clearly. It was probably all just part of that "meditative" state.

I don't know how to make that a cut so I'm gonna leave it dirty like this for now.