Losing My Way

As television expands to more and more channels, it is producing more crap. In the old days, there was a certain amount of crap, due to the fact that a lot of people enjoy crap, but since there was only so much time to fill, only the best of the crap could be produced. Nowadays, though, shows that would have been shot down after the pilot episode get put on, and the critics actually give them praise, because, obviously, the critics have been bought and paid for. The vehement critics of the '60s and '70s do not have any counterparts today, even in national publications, so they praise stupid programs: dramas with holes in their plots large enough to build a golf course in; comedies that are not even funny enough to be considered droll, and would make 'Leave It To Beaver' seem like the Marx Brothers in comparison. Yet, I see it as an opportunity: the expansion of the market shows no sign of abating, so I am sure I should be able to find someone willing to put my ideas o

I have not had a sexual thought for many weeks now. I am in love with a couple of women, after so many years of wanting men, but in my circumstances I know better than to expect anything to come of those feelings. So many times I have confused a woman's natural friendliness with something deeper, only to be disappointed, or worse. Perhaps it is a biological urge: I feel I must reproduce; that something in my genetic material must be preserved for the good of the Human Race, since I know I haven't taken full advantage of what goodness I have been given. First I need money, then I can be polygamous, because I think if a man can have more than one woman, then he should. After all, a man can spread his seed far and wide, whereas once a woman is impregnated, then it doesn't matter how often she has sex; her role has been fulfilled. I know this is old-fashioned thinking, but there's a reson why it's best to be old-fashioned: it's the way it's been for thousands

Everybody wants to profit from phony apps. PCH makes me watch ads for phony apps that I know will never pay off. Very sad.

Some people, especially uptight fools, claim that rock & roll is the Devil's music, but I can tell you, with no uncertainty on my part, that the Devil hates rock & roll. That's why he tries to destroy it by purchasing the souls of lame performers and getting them recording contracts, and saturating our fragile culture with the most insipid music possible. There are too many examples to list in one blog entry: to list them all would take a coffee table book. First of all, the Devil hates freedom, and isn't that what rock & roll is really all about? But the Devil is sly, and he knows how stupid most people are. Often, the difference between what is ordinary and what is magical can be subtle; after all, there's a reason Beethoven is still loved today whereas most of his contemporaries are not worth listening to. Truly great music is timeless, and most music should be treated like dead fish; toss it in the trash. The other day, I went out for pizza, and on the

Can world domination be fun and profitable? I certainly hope so.

It was time to kill./ Who and where and how he did not know/ and did not care why/ but he knew when. NOW!// He walked down the street/ and saw a face in a store window;/ his sworn enemy, come to mock him./ "You won't escape me this time./ You won't escape!" he screamed,/ then he attacked.// When next they met in the astral plane,/ his sworn enemy asked/ "Wkat just happened?"/ "I don't remember," he replied,/ "but I'm keeping an eye on you.

The horror makes me laugh out loud./ The agony gets me higher than cocaine/ and I never come down/ I never come down.// What a wonderful world in which we dwell/ Misery enough for everyone!/ I pity those who do not suffer/ I want to make them hurt/ so they can really live/ so they know what it's like to live.// Each step I take is happiness/ my aching bones sing Hosanna/ Thank you Lord for the misery/ I'm so glad you care about me.