Happiness ruins Tumblr.
I get some ideas for posts. Mostly negative things. Things I don’t like. NASCAR. Go sit on a fucking overpass in a wifebeater with a 30-pack of Bud Lights and a bag of sunflower seeds and have yourself a time. Normally, I could get a whole post out of that.
Star Trek? I’m old enough to have been there for Star Trek when it came on TV. No one fucking cared. No one. It was on for three years and basically got beaten senseless in the ratings by My Three Sons and Gomer Pyle and then was mercifully removed from the airwaves. It was a failed TV show. Not a lifestyle. If you’d get out of your mom’s basement, it would all become clear to you.
My Dish Network harddrive crashed about a week ago. Only one TV in the house works. I watch Giants games on it. I have no TV in my bedroom right now. Normally I would rail about that but right now, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal. I finally called yesterday to get a new one. I’ll have it in about a week. While I was on the phone, I cancelled about 457 channels and cut my bill in half. I told the nice woman from Bangalore (probably) that as it turns out, I only need one channel (the one that has the Giants) but in a cruel joke, I have to buy another 230 “basic” channels to get it. Basic? Basic is air, water, Giants baseball and a small amount of food. And Dylan. But I digress.
I’m finding it hard to blow up minor annoyances into full-blown rants. If I were Keith Moon right now, I’d tidy up a hotel room. If I were Chris Brown, I’d give Rihanna a footrub. If I were Dick Cheney, I’d not bomb a country full of brownish people.
I’m growing soft and complacent maybe. I’ll stop short of using the “L” word but my own sister accused me of being in it yesterday. My own sister.
And one of my kids and my mom and three people at work.
Just when you think it can’t happen.
It’s probably best to not overthink these things.
NASCAR is for morons.
