Updating a blog three times a day is entirely too much. At this rate I will run out of interesting things to say in exactly 7.2 days. I am not worried about this, however. After that point I intend to just make stuff up.
once said, ?All writers are liars.? I believe this. I feel that creative writing allows me to sublimate my natural gifts and talents for exaggeration. And I don?t consider what I do lying per se, but rather, ?creating personal mythology.?
Anyway, I braved the harsh, windswept tundra that is currently
Boston and went across the street to the gym. While there, I stared into the cruel, ontological mirror that is the treadmill (as I discussed previously) and while doing so I had the misfortune to watch both the ?Surreal Life? and MTV?s ?The Real World? (because it take a while to go four miles. Well, okay, it takes
me a while to go four miles).
All I can say is, I?m afraid for the future. There was a time when I really enjoyed reality TV, The Real World in particular. But now, I think I?m too old for the target demographic. All of the sex and squabbling and sophomoric behavior just makes me cringe and crank up the miles per minute. I feel this somehow compensates for the brain cells that commit Hare Kare to save themselves from that which is on the screen before them.
Let?s take, for example, an excerpt from the show:
Random blondish guy: OMG. My roommate is so *&*&@#* annoying. Like, she, whatever, *&*#$@*& always interrupts me. And, like, I really care what people think of me, but, like, she just never stops talking. She, like, totally doesn?t give a **$#@&& about what anyone else has to say.?
Other random blondish guy: Yeah, OM**&@*&$@*G. Totally. She totally interrupts.
Okay?here?s a wild idea?why doesn?t anyone ever just say, ?Hey, hard-bodied blond roommate, could you not interrupt?? Would it kill them? I mean, would it kill anyone?
See, this is why I need to run outside.
Well then, I?m off to bed. My wonderful husband is playing X-Box with our friend David. I tried to watch it and feign interest. But like the bard Meatloaf, ?I would do anything for love, but I won?t do that.?
Daily recap (I think I will do this at the end of the day, rather than the beginning. It makes more sense.)
Months to Marathon: 3
Miles run: 4
Letters of encouragement from
RDA: 0
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