All the good names are taken. It's true. The proliferation of the blogs is sucking up all the high minded and clever names leaving me with something that sounds ominous and dreadful when really it's just an admition. On admition that for all my political bullshit and addiction to the game I am still a total pop culture weenie; my TiVO runs a lot for thoroughly non news related programing, I read books on the toilet (comic books on Wednesdays), love movies, worship George Lucas and Joss Whedon as if their respective oeuvres are true examples of modern popular art, I even use the word oeuvre when speaking about Star Wars movies and Buffy re-runs. And for all those AP articles I read at work all day about the BIG ISSUES and whatnot I am unashamed to say that I love the Entertainment hooey too. I'll even go as far as to say that I prefer the popular culture to this political fuss, but one does what one must for THE CAUSE, and if you want to hear more about that you can go to the other blog I work on, a little something called the WNY Progress Report. It's also a fine radio show, about stuff me and my good friends believe to be important, because it is damnit. But it's also fun so check it out if you want to talk policy.
But I still have other crap to say about things that are important, but a different kind of important... of the meaningless but not entirely without meaning variety. Things that have nothing to do with the WNY Coalition for Progress, a fine group of which I am a member and officer. This folks, is my other crap.
I'm talking about trends that clearly speak of the decline of western civilization (those Axe Body spray ads with the poles and the girls clinging to the pole, you know the one I am talking about fellas); the life, death and life of rock music (my cd collection is ridiculous, and I like vinyl); to quote the Talking Heads I will tell you about the books I read and the tv shows I watch; I will occasionally get sentimental and weird, and I will make snap judgments about many, many things. Life isn't just about saving the world or beating on the heads of your coworkers to be good democrats; it's about checking out what's going on around you, listening to Howard Stern, busting on your coworker for getting a little too excited about that dance off between the former Playmate (ha cha cha) and J Peterman, and it's about turning up your 5.1 surround sound (6.1 for Star Wars and the Lord of the Rings!) for maximum sensory overload.
And speaking of sensory overloads, welcome to the ongoing chronicle of mine.
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