I watched two episodes of Survivor and lost interest. I was always stunned that fake reality could be thought of as entertaining. Folks...it is fake! I guess its appeal is similar to that of "professional" wrestling. You set aside your sense of true reality and enjoy it for the "kabuki" it is.
I'd rather pull weeds while listening to great music - or the birds. I'd actually rather watch paint dry - a dry martini would add to the excitement as the color of the wall slowly revealed its true self.
Bill you make me laugh. I'll have a good margarita and listen to good/real music. The insipid modern country that they were playing at the pool yesterday afternoon boors me to tears. I don't know how the session artists stay awake.
I watched two episodes of Survivor and lost interest. I was always stunned that fake reality could be thought of as entertaining. Folks...it is fake! I guess its appeal is similar to that of "professional" wrestling. You set aside your sense of true reality and enjoy it for the "kabuki" it is.
I'd rather pull weeds while listening to great music - or the birds. I'd actually rather watch paint dry - a dry martini would add to the excitement as the color of the wall slowly revealed its true self.
Bill you make me laugh. I'll have a good margarita and listen to good/real music. The insipid modern country that they were playing at the pool yesterday afternoon boors me to tears. I don't know how the session artists stay awake.