Monday, April 30, 2007

Broadcast Hurl

I don't watch the TV news a lot. They bother me.

Maybe it's from listening to my father bitch about the dumb TV anchors when I was a young one, but I have strong animosity for the TV news.

I won't go into the obvious about the sensational reports and constant mistakes, but I will go onto a problem I've been seeing more and more everyday-- tools.

I'm not sure if Carson Daly invented being a tool, but he made it popular.

My theory is that the newscasters in Central Ohio were big Carson Daly fans. It's really the only explanation for the total toolery on the TV at 6 p.m.

Where's my burrito?

I'm curious about how Chipotle makes their food so damn good. Seriously, I frighten myself when I think about all the things I'd do for one of their delicious burritos.... ahhhhhh, burrito.

I think I'd kick a stranger in the shins, paint nude Michael Moore and even chew gum off the sidewalk for one.

I'd probably even watch White Chicks.... scary.

Concerning recent events

I've recently been thinking about a job change (some many know what I mean) and I've decided to fore go the staplers and cubicles next time. Sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours a day just isn't for me and I'm beginning to think it's totally unnatural for all humans.
I'm thinking of something outdoors and in the sun. I'm not considering lawncare, but I am thinking about moving down to Key West, living on the beach and finding some skill I can sell on the street (not prostitution, get your mind out of the gutter).
Does anyone know how to create dinnerware from palm leaves? I've seen it done before, but I'm totally clueless on to do it.
I am concerned about a few things though.... I relish air conditioning, showers and indoor restrooms, but I can adapt, right?
The presence of bugs also bothers me. Yesterday I killed a centipede and this morning a spider that jumped at me the first time I swang at it. I've been looking over my shoulder for more ever since.
Maybe I'll sleep in my car instead of the beach. Will I die in the hot car?
Probably.
I don't know how dogs survive every summer when their owners "run into the store."
But on the bright side, that would solve my job conundrum.