Yesterday, or the day before, or maybe the day before that, I don't know, I realized that I can watch television on my computer. Not only does this mean I can sit in my living room and watch three separate television shows (there's a tiny TV in my kitchen which faces the living room), but I found I can also watch shows that don't suck.
I didn't watch Arrested Development while it was on the TV, but I can see why everyone was all "why they gotta cancel our favorite show?" In my opinion Ron Howard has finally redeemed himself for ... I want to say I had some reason to hate Ron Howard ... stealing all the attention from his massively talented brother ... fuck it. But I like the show. Or liked the show.
What I notice about life: stupidity redeems people. I don't mean stupidity excuses our vice and selfishness, but I think it keeps us from enjoying our ill-gotten gains and allows us to thwart our own dark aspirations. It's an idea I had.
I just saw a pretty lady get shot. I'm watching CNN, and a Georgian reporter was grazed by a bullet on camera. Whatever chore of a network anchor is covering the story read, I'm assuming from the bottom of the screen, that a reporter had been shot and I said, in an internal, possibly wry monotone, "huh... that sucks." Then they showed their footage, as apparently it happened on camera, and I noticed something, namely that the reporter was a very attractive woman. And I became instantly concerned -- maybe twelve times as concerned. But yeah, that was weird... I didn't expect to see a pretty lady get shot today.
Anyway.
Here's something I know. I hate dogs. More to the point, I hate my dogs. There are two of them in this house. They won't shut up. I should preface this by pointing out I like to sleep at strange times. If it's say, six o'clock in the morning I'm probably asleep. So if it's six o'clock in the morning and the dogs I'm supposed to be watching start barking at joggers, or birds, or whatever the fuck it is dogs bark at when it's six in the morning, I start to hate them.
But it's not just the dogs. It's also the phone. Apparently when one's family is moving one's morning must be laced with phone calls from moving companies, utilities types, parent's friends, and a dozen or so other callers who I chose to ignore because I feel answering the phone only encourages these people.
Also, when moving one finds oneself in the regrettable position of being hungry and having no food with which to sate that hunger. In short, I can't buy food that I won't be eating in the next few days. But, as I'm far too hungry to leave the house, I find myself unable to procure foodstuffs with which to stave off my inevitable demise.
