It seems like I've hit a brick-wall in terms of motivation and inspiration for blogging. As a result, a little mini-rant about nothing in particular:
I'd like to know who started the new trend at work, where rather than actually put mail in the mailbox people started taping notes to the outside. Apparently they think that this technique will make me pay more attention, but the only problem with this is that just about everyone's box is covered by these inane notes, and you can't even see the mailboxes anymore. The visual clutter alone is enough to make me avoid the area. Besides, if it's really important I'll get it on e-mail or stumble upon it on our intra-net.
So David Vitter visits with prostitutes, and his marriage is "stronger every day"? Wow, all this time I've been going about things the wrong way.
Why do I refuse to turn off the TV even when it seems like there is a crapfest being broadcast? After my initial disappointed reaction to HBO's John From Cincinnati, I kept watching in the hope it would get better. That hasn't happened, but it did get weirdly interesting and somehow got me hooked. I still don't know what the f' is going on, but now I feel compelled to find out. I just hope that the entire town and cast of Deadwood doesn't wind up turning up before it's all said and done. And let's hope we can avoid an ending with a Soprano's style disappointment.
Speaking of TV shows that I'm obsessed with, you've gotta' love the trailer for the fictional Medellin: The Film from Entourage.
And speaking of walls, here's a few.