The Classics
I've had a very frustrating morning having to do with work stuff, but I don't want to talk about it. Instead I'm going to try to write a rant about TV (just for the heck of it), sort of in the style of Holden Caulfield in Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger. I just read it again, so here goes.

You know what kills me? The goddam television. I mean the television kills me. I wouldn't pay for cable if you gave it to me. The goddam regular TV is bad enough. It's all full of phonies trying to act like real people doing real stuff and all, and then there's always some stiff with an english accent around to keep things moving. I wouldn't watch it if you paid me. I mean it. There's nothing but goddam lawyers on TV anyway. Why the hell does everyone want to look at lawyers all the time? I mean it. You got a whole goddam building full of hotshot lawyers, everybody talking all sexy all the time and all, or they always get in arguments about everything. Lawyers! You know what kills me? Nobody says goodbye when they hang up the phone. I'm not talking about lawyers, nobody on TV says goodbye when they hang up the phone. Some babe will be on the phone to God knows who, maybe talking to her mother for God's sake, talking and then when she's done she just hangs up the phone without saying goodbye. It kills me, it really does. And if you don't want somebody around anymore you just give him a sock on the jaw, and they're gone. Like goddam magic they're gone. Some hotshot space captain can give some tough guy a sock on the jaw, and then start working the controls with some babe, while the tough guy is lying on the floor like he's in a goddam coma! It kills me. I wouldn't watch it if you paid me.

I feel better now.