June 9th, 2008


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Cosmetic flaws on TV are scarce. Do you recall those old westerns, Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid, in which falling off horses and being knocked down in a brawl never seemed to result in a hair out of place, or a sombrero that had fallen?

Sex on TV: was it good for you?

by Joshua Alston, Newsweek 6/9/8 P.58

New shows like Swingtown and The secret diary of a call girl seem to be expected to make strides in ratings. I can barely afford HBO, recalling those days when all I would hear peeps talk about was The Sopranos, or Sex and the city, which I didn't get, and now that I have my HBO (and my HDTV) everyone else is watching Showtime. Swingtown was originally intended for HBO viewers, but the powers that be declined on it. According to Alston's article, because the line up on HBO was already crammed with drama filled relationship plots. Um, the only one I know of is Big love and I haven't seen a single episode of that because… I been busy.

Is TV really overcoming their conservative position on sexuality? What about strong language? I think I'm not alone when I say that rekindling lost love is mushier than porridge and a healthy relationship, regardless of it's mushiness, can only exist with the arguments, swearing, hateful name calling and object flinging that come with the ups and downs of true love. Geez, I can't wait until Ramirez gets released.


Bringing back Halloween for the children

Here's a google ad that I just couldn't detract my eyes from. elections 2008

I added Edgar's picture. Just as the democratic election was nearing it's end, I would hear people call into their fav radio show and say that if Hill didn't win, they wouldn't vote at all, or if they did drag their asses to the voting polls, they would cast one for McCain. Is that the same logic as, for instance, saying that when neither one of the candidates are favorable, vote for the GREATER of two evils?

screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate

Sadistic chores

Today's blanket sin

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illustr/lettering by Henry (76534329@N00)

Growing up on the ranch, as I like to call it, was quite depressing. From time to time, I was handed the responsibility of mowing the lawn. With that little task came weeding the two palm trees of grass, a job I detested because that area was always prime for passing dogs.

Probably the worst thing I had to do, which I often postponed until my dad would lend a helping hand, was to trim the holly tree. I don't care how thick and leathery the gloves I wore were, the thorny leaves always managed to pierce through them. And I hated pain too.

I may have uploaded a short rhyming passage about falling leaves and how I find myself waving arms at them like a lunatic trying to catch them before they hit the ground. It isn't as if I hang out under tall trees waiting for a leaf to fall. I just spot them sometimes as I happen to be walking by, a quirk developed from butterflies that sometimes seem to have an attack regimen in their flight path, and if barely caught through the side of your eyes, might appear to be a bat or a gigantic bumblebee. Leaves falling in front of your path are less stressful.

Would I still feel the same about trying to catch a falling holly leaf? Hell no! Those dried up leaves can become stiff as an iron plate. And the thorns on them are a precise as needles. Why would I want to catch one of those? For pain? Oh yeah. Pain. Then, after I manage to puncture a bunch of tiny holes in my hand, I can draw on the pavement a smiley face.