The problem with the internets is...And Important Aspects of Life in the Modern World Part 2

The problem with the internets is that beauty is the eye of the beholder. Or, instead, I have to actively look for stuff to look at. I can't just passively wait for something to appear in front of my eyes that I find interesting. Unless I use stumbler but has anyone noticed that there is a lot of repetition? I find that stumbler keeps throwing up the same sites for me to look at over and over again. With a practically infinite number of things on the internets I find this statistically abnormal. I want to rely on other people to find good things for me to look at and read every day but the others are not following up on their end of my one sided selfish deal. What is up with that, yo?

That being said, today I wasted almost 2 solid hours reading recaps of television programs on Television Without Pity. I have linked to this page on my side bar to your left. And my left, as it happens. I read the last couple Studio 60 recaps so that I can be told why this show sucks even though I enjoy it (while knowing that it sucks). I also like to read the american idol recaps. Today I read recaps of My So Called Life which was one of those adolescent things that I've never let go of because it was so fantastic and I was so crazy. So who am I kidding? Do I really need more things to look at so that I can waste more time? That depends on what you think of as a waste of time. Maybe in the long run, not in the eternal sense of the long run of course, but in the next 10 - 20 years, maybe I will be better off having extensive contemporary culture knowledge (my new term of choice rather than pop culture). I remember when I was young and was obsessed with Jeopardy and watched it every single day with my parents and sometimes with my older siblings. I was always frustrated at my parents knowledge of past events. They paid attention to stuff when they were young. They read magazines and newspapers and watched tv. My mom always read trashy magazines and my dad made fun of her. But guess who got all the entertainment and arts questions right all the time? My mom. Sure, it would have been nice if they'd have been able to answer any of the sciency/mathy questions but I was angry that they new all this history by virtue only of them having been alive. It wasn't fair. It often led to explanations, however, so I learned a lot playing jeopardy with my parents. They would tell me stories about trivial things that happened when they were kids, reminded of them by trivia questions.

To sum up, as I could go on for days about jeopardy and my childhood, knowing what is happening now, whether it is Brittney shaving her head or the president deciding that he can actually read all of our mail with his particular interpretation of the constitution, knowing these things is preemtively knowing history. And that is what I will tell all the stupid people who I hate who say they don't read newspapers or watch tv or pay attention to popular culture because it is "all bad news" or they like to "make up my own mind about issues." This very smart girl in one of my classes admitted proudly today that she likes to live in a bubble and never watches t.v., never reads newspapers, never listens to the radio. Screw her. Someday her kids will say, "mommy, what was life like when you were a girl?" and she'll say, "sorry dear, I was in a bubble. But the bubble was very shiny and pretty and colorful!"

There was a murder/suicide in Yreka the other day. I spent a couple days not knowing if I knew the dead people because their names were not being released but I did know that they were around my age, the woman being in her late 20s and the man in his early thirties. The man shot the woman in their house, with their children at home, then called 911, then drove under a nearbye overpass and shot himself in his car. Turns out I don't know them. So that's kind of good, I guess.

Also, fuck the beatles. I'm finally sick of them.