Thursday, November 09, 2006

I'm green like the Hulk

As generally everyone around knows, I have smoked cigarettes throughout the past few years. It began with cloves and their taste of burning essence to a pack of Marb lights every so often. This is an addiction I need to stamp out of existence. It has now been 2 days and anyone that smokes can understand what I am about to say.

There are uncountable times in the past where the phrase "asshole" provides a near perfect description. It is never a good thing to concentrate all your thought upon a singular object. And I know despite all desires, the smoke is not worth it. But I just want it so bad.

It amazes me that people somehow think change will sweep across the country now that the Democrats hold a small majority in congress. The next two years are merely a highly structured cavalcade, to see whose image endears itself to the American public. Watch as two critical years pass by with only the facade of actual change.
We're stuck in a modern day Korea, Hilary Clinton the new Eisenhower. Not that I am endorsing anyone at the moment. Rather that we are stuck in Iraq at least until the next president comes to power. And Clinton's number's are surprisingly high.

I had to add this it's just too good not to:

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Blue or Red, The New Fall Colors are in

So the midterm elections have passed, and what have we learned. Nobody has a clue. The country is having a heart attack and doctor American prescribes some aspirin. It'll only slow the inevitable, or perhaps provide some desperate time. Which is worse, to be squashed by the elephant or wander the desert on an ass? And those of you who vote green, as soon as your party gets its act together I'll go green. Until then I will continue to espouse my discontent with the American electoral system. Public campaign finance is the pure essence of a republic.

Having finished Anansi Boys, I find myself in a quandary. As a writer I recognize that on the whole, it was a better book than American Gods. But I liked American Gods more. Anansi Boys had a flow and a feel that could not be denied, but American Gods felt more personal. Either way, I highly recommend both. Generally anything written by Neil Gaiman.

Sausage and an apple. What is, what I am having for breakfast Alex? I cannot battle sleep while the sun still shines. The most apparent remedy for such a malady is to provide my body with nutrition. I have never eaten breakfast, but those who do tell me it is a necessity. Like a caffeine addict drawn to the smell of arabica in the air. One venti please. No just shoot it straight into my veins.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Where art thou coherency?

One of the best shows to debut on national television in the past decade was LOST. However it appears that the writers have fallen into a miasma of self-induced confusion. There have been tales which float about the internet of which such men defend themselves from charges of being lost. Supposedly the story has been wholly completed, an idea I desperately hope to be true. But here two factors shrill the desire to continue watching the show.

First is the ability of the writers to kill off two of the more interesting characters. With the death of Eko, my faith in the show has fallen to levels of dismal proportions. Despite the somewhat multi-ethnic cast, the primary focus falls again upon the white characters. More importantly, Eko's death seems meaningless and his mysteries I fear will go unsolved for far too long. I want to trust, truly I do.

And it is the writers which are also my primary concern, namely that J.J. Abrams has written few LOST episodes since the first season. The allure and glitter of Hollywood has a desire that few can resist. With the guiding hand off directing little men of religious tomfoolery, his apprentices have become wound around characterization rather than story. Allow the backstory to explain the characters motivations as in the first season. Particularly good science fiction relies on the story to advance. And LOST is science fiction.

Gotta run. Jesus is pissed and he's looking for his bong.