choices...

choices... there could be a lot more of these background tv entries, but sometimes i don't type what i am glancing up at... understating the obvious can get boring even for brilliant word-addicts, ya know?... sarcasm?...

tonight, after some more bad sciu-fi, i looked around the channels... there's top favorite sweet eye candy (milla j) and unrelenting perseverance (fsvorite qualities) of resident evil... practical philofophy of forrest gump... cute psych... has never been as good as the original snl... the first round of the nba playoffs... a few dozen other movies... food, comedy, history, science, or cartoon channel fare... many dozens of other channels... is it obvious that i lose interest in tv rather easily?...

random channel switching might occur between typing...

remembering snl

a long long time ago (and i don't mean american pie or even a linda ronstadt song), i found myself semi-wasted after a tour in the us army where drugs were easier to get than sex, but just barely, and both were a lot easier to get than arrested for carrying a gun on a white house tour, but that’s beside the point… where was i?... ah yes, remembering snl… i started this entry an hour and a half ago… and with jim carrey as the guest host, i decided to watch… a bit earlier i was on my way out to play games with friends when the jets-colts game got interesting so i decided to continue watching and by the time it was over, i decided to cook some dinner here and watch snl…

it was a long long time ago (is this where we came in?) when i was sitting home, or perhaps i was in pompano beach visiting friends, memory is not perfect and location was not as important as the memory of the feeling, the gleefully awakening of the feeling of revelation when something new emerges from the ether (or everything outside the head) as i watched the first episode of saturday night light… that first show was followed by week after week of the most different comedy i had ever seen on television and for almost two years i was drawn to watch every almost saturday night…

tonight was, as has been the case every year since those first shows, disappointing, but in that it rekindled memories of the original gleeful feeling, it was well worth staying home for… and here i am now, remembering another fond memory, lays barbecue potato chips, while eating the baked version thinking how lays baked barbecue potato chips taste much like pringles, which is quite disappointing as well… with each passing year everything seems to be more and more processed, less and less fresh, and i wonder how long the human race can continue like this…

and when will the next gleeful awakening feeling of revelation come? :)