Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Monday, June 20, 2005

Head's all empty and I don't care

I don't follow anything, only catch snippets on the internet or maybe when I buy a newspaper once or twice a week. Not because I like reading this town's rag but because I can not stand to not have something to read when I'm alone at lunch.

So I know little, news, weather, sports. Next to nothing. And I don't care that I don't know and don't care that I have so little interest. US Open, NBA Finals, Formula 1 race, earthquake in Ankara, tropical storm in the Gulf, I just don't really care. Performance enhancing drugs in sports. You mean the same sports that advertize performance enhancing sex potions? Confused kids? Well don't be, just turn it off and go outside and have a catch like in Field of Dreams. You wouldn't like it though, the only special effects are ghosts playing baseball and James Earl Jone's voice.

This from someone who used to pour over every bit of information and whose need to know was massive. It simply doesn't matter to me. None of those things are important enough to be allowed into my air space. There is no room, I'm triaging what gets in. No room, no time.

I once lived sports. Not anymore. I keep a peripheral awareness. That's it. It all looks the same. I've seen it before. The hometown team goes to the finals or the Superbowl I'll jump on the bandwagon. Other than that, you can have it. Yesterday's NASCAR race? I'd sooner watch my deck mold. It's supposed to be nice all week, rain, snow, hail, I don't care. What does it matter if you don't have a picnic planned? Unless you live in Florida, you might want to watch so you get to Home Depot before they run out of plywood.

Let me guess, Iraq is still fucked up? We have thieving corporate executives with their hands in the till? Kids being abused by pedophiles, slaughtered, wives and girlfriends killed, beaten. Cities are broke, no money for education, munincipal employee is embezzeling? Meth rampant in rural areas, crack on the urban streets, booze in the burbs. I don't need to see anymore. I have seen it all before.

You hear about the girl missing in Aruba, the Utah guy who killed his wife cause she found out he was a liar, another celebrity gets away with murder or boy fucking or whatthefuckever. I DON'T CARE.

The earth is being raped, anally probed for fuel exploration, some murderous fuck gets a stay of execution cause he wouldn't have confessed if they hadn't asked him if he did it, there is another Batman movie. Which brings me to..............

Hey kids. Don't fucking take it anymore. Batman was on TV 40 years ago. 40. How long ago was the first movie. Superman, Spiderman, remakes. Don't go, tell the old pukes to fuck off. Make them give you new stuff. Make new stuff yourself.

Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, Beach Boys, retro anything. GO AWAY, you had your time, it's over. Fuck rehashing. Make new art, make new movies, new music. Hey, how about new clothes, cars....don't buy the PT Cruiser. It's over. Move over. Bring it on, push us aside......do it or you'll be watching Batman 20 and they'll roll Mick out in a wheelchair and that will be the only rolling he'll be doing and he won't even remember what satisfaction was or who drowned in the swimming pool.

Get pissed. Sign up for what you believe in, screw the rest, make the ones who sit in power send their kids. Fat fucking chance.

Be nice or leave, don't run from the cops, don't hit those you love, don't steal shit, careful with your excesses, have em, but be careful. Don't always have to be right, you aren't anyway, you might as well admit it. But quit worrying about who else is wrong, cut them some slack, it probably isn't that important anyway.

I'm out of breath. Before you think my ennui is all encompassing let me remind you how much I care about you. I can prove it. You are why I don't know or care who won the fucking golf tournament.

Tiger is fucking the blonde though right.