I’m supposed to go to my district convention tomorrow. I should have considered the timing a little further before volunteering because I’m not quite back to full speed yet. It’s funny how I was humming along on all cylinders in Miami and now I feel like simply sitting on my ass all day. Er, I guess I do that anyway, but you know what I mean.
Does the FCC really have nothing better to do than watch soaps and gripe about too many people taking their shirts off? Does this fear of a little bare flesh make sense in a world where every newspaper and news broadcast is plastered with images of charred bodies dangling from a bridge? A recent episode of South Park did a hilarious job of deconstructing the sex/violence dichotomy in American culture. I won’t summarize the plot except to say it’s the one where the kids get their hands on some way cool samurai weapons. The episode also does a great riff on Japanese anime.
Think I’ll go see Hellboy tomorrow. Elvis Mitchell in the NYT gave it a glowing review, which kind of surprised me. I’ve never read the comic, so I have no fanboy expectations going in.
Hey Mark, I just found your blog through a link on Katja’s brokenclay.org. I am mesmerized! Course it doesn’t hurt that you’re a damn good writer, have a dry wit, are as anti-Bushman as I, and a brother gimp. I’ll put you on my daily-reads list, and look forward to hearing more of your take on this thing called life.