Saturday, December 10, 2005

Firefly

Sci-fi. Space opera. Western?

Of course it got cancelled. Of course. See, I actually loved it.

So it got cancelled. Just one of those moments when you realize that you don't really have that much in common with most people. That on a daily basis you look at what this junk-eating, gun-toting, bible-thumping, SUV-driving, fake-polite, material-possession-crazy, ignorant, petty, scared, mindboggingly boring, narcissistic world you live in dishes out and you try to make sense of it. You try to go "well... yeah... I get it... sort of. Heh-heh?". And then smile. Like an idiot. Even if you just do not get it. And hopefully never will. Even if you don't know who 'Nick and Jess' are, you don't want to know, and you certainly do not want to hear any more about their stupid divorce. Even if you do think that racking up obscene amounts of deficits for your children to pay off is stupid. Even if you don't think the president knows what the hell he is talking about. Even if you always thought attacking Iraq was a stupid, just plainly insane thing to do. Even still. You go through the motions. Play your part. Every. Single. Day. Alternating your own fake smile and fake 'excuse me', plus the even fakeier 'how are you', with no real question mark attached to it.

I'm just an alien. And I pray I will never, ever, ever never ever belong.

Take me out
to the black.
Tell 'em I ain't comin' back.
Burn the land and boil the sea.
You can't take the sky from me.

Friday, December 9, 2005

Lights, music, action

Merry Christmas.

Gotta love this country. Wacky, but in a sincere way.