>I sure hate when I’m lame — or lazy — and get so far behind on updating this thing. It’s not that I don’t think about it, I think about it all the time. I’m constantly bookmarking interesting articles that I want to wax opinionated on, saving random images, etc. Next thing I know a week or two has passed, and a lot of it is no longer relevant. Nonetheless, I’m going to try and catch up. Today I’m going to take this opportunity to just clear out some random stuff.
I’ve mentioned before that we don’t have TV in the house. Not that we don’t have a set, but we don’t get cable and don’t bother with rabbit ears. That’s been our status for at least two or three years now, and it is probably one of the top two or three best changes we’ve made in our lives. I’m a pretty strong advocate of getting rid of the TV, but I’ve never thought of myself as being a “snob” about it, though recent reflection has shown me that maybe I need to think twice about how my stance could be perceived. As an example to illustrate my point, I urge you to read this article from Time that was written by a former writer for The Simpsons. It’s great stuff, and it’s short, so click on over. Here’s a taste:
Okay, look, I’m fine with people never watching TV. They’re lying, but I understand. I don’t watch that much TV myself. But why do people at parties feel such smug delight at telling you (okay, me), without hesitation, that they don’t watch TV? If you met a dentist at a party, would you announce that you don’t brush your teeth? Would you tell a structural engineer that you don’t ride in elevators?
I get it. The TV consciencious objector is just establishing intellectual superiority over my highly paid dumb thing. Yeah, I’m no stranger to “I don’t watch TV.” But this time, as an experiment, I swallowed my annoyance.
I sure don’t mean to be exerting “intellectual superiority” over people when I say I don’t watch TV. For me/us, it is the removal of the ad culture of television that has been most refreshing, and the time sink it can be. Yeah, it boggles my mind that people make some of the utter shit I’ve seen so popular (reality shows, sit coms, crap like True Blood), but who am I to judge: plenty folks would think I’m a moron for loving comic books (those people can kindly fuck off though, thank you).
I have to admit I miss watching international soccer. Sometimes I hear about programs I’d like to see on the various specialty channels; if I could pick and choose just certain channels without paying for all the other stuff, I might do it. Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way. What we do do, is rent DVDs of shows I hear are good. We didn’t make it out of the first season of Lost before deciding it wasn’t for us. Same with Weeds. Julia got through all of the first season of True Blood; I actually got pissed I hated it so much (please, the sex scenes aren’t that great and Anna Pacquin isn’t hot enough to overcome her awful, gawdawful acting). We loved Deadwood. I liked most of Battlestar Galactica but it got too lame for me and I didn’t finish it — Julia did. Right now, though, we are totally hooked on the HBO show The Wire. A lot of crime writers I admire have namedropped this show, so I wanted to check it out. We are still in the first season, and every episode has been fantastic. This scene alone, where one of the main characters explains the rules of chess to a couple of his underlings is worth the time I’ve spent so far. Dig it:
I think I’m going to try and be more careful about how I present my television views. I don’t want to seem like one of those people.
Speaking of Intellectual Superiority
This picture speaks for itself.
Orly (aka The King, aka El Rey, aka The Little Warrior, aka Orliss, aka Cornholio, aka The Destroyer, and, most recently aka Bonecrusher and/or Little Blunderbuss) has had a rough summer. We thought he had allergies because he was having a very bad sneezing problem. Then he had an altercation that was unwitnessed but left the top of his mighty little skull lacerated. We took him into the vet and he was on some antibiotics for his cut, and it seemed to help his sneeze — the vet said sometimes they snort things up into their noses that have to work themselves out. A couple weeks later he was back sneezing and seeming to have problems. His mood, cantankerous at best, was not what it should be. We feared a tumor of some kind. Turns out one of his canines was hugely infected, and a week ago he had surgery to remove it. The vet said it was the worst he’s ever seen. He also said he’s never seen a dog snap out of the anaesthesia so fast either, and was amazed at how tough the little guy is. Well, duh? He’s the friggin’ BONECRUSHER, Doc! (Julia and I both commented on how ludicrous it feels to be prideful over the toughness of a pet dog, but there you go). Anyway, he seems to be on the mend. He’s thundering around the house like a little chariot (which has led me to refer to him as Ben Hur a couple times, though that name hasn’t reached the regular rotation), and even as I type I can hear him in the backyard powerfully voicing his disagreement with something intruding on his territory. This little guy will probably outlive all of us — he’s something like 13 or 14 now, I think.
I’ve been obsessed lately with crime books and movies. I’ve never really pursued that genre, which makes it new. I blame Darwyn Cooke and the door his recent work opened. Hell, I even wrote my first crime-based short story for my short fiction workshop. I renewed my NetFlix account and filled my queue with old crime/cop dramas from the 70s. I’ve been enjoying the hell out of it.
I’ll be hitting this topic more in the coming days and weeks, but this mention is just to put in context this next bit: the pending release of BLACK DYNAMITE, which will be hands down the coolest thing any of you will see this year.
I can’t wait.