Lou's Blog

Just a stream o' consciousness entry for tonight.

It's only barely still Friday; as I type the clock on the cable box insists on moving forward. Twelve minutes and change and then it's time for Saturday. I'm simultaneously sipping a glass of Yellow Tail Cabernet, channel surfing, and writing this blog entry. That commercial is on where a couple of anthropomorphized suburban turtles are complaining that Comcast internet is too fast for them, they prefer pokey DSL access. Clever, I suppose, in a vast-corporation-trying-to-win-my-money sort of way. Good voice actors, anyway.

The Sci-fi channel redux of Flash Gordon is on. Unfortunately it's not making the grade for me. I haven't given it much of a chance, I suppose. I'll say that the shows that I really enjoy manage to grab hold of me in a matter of seconds and don't let go: Battlestar Galactica, Buffy, a few others. Maybe it only takes a few seconds to learn how engaged the writers and actors are (or aren't). This new Flash Gordon is the TV equivalent of a candy bar that fails to satisfy: it looks sweet and indulgent but once the wrapper's off there's nothing inside, yet my tummy's just a little bigger as punishment for the effort. Not every show on television is required to be life-changing; they can indeed just be brain bubble gum, easy entertainment. Yet personally I have so little free time these days, I hate to waste it on bad television.

I was catching up on my reading last night, and Jack of Fables #13 was top of the pile (and #14 is due next Wednesday). Bill Willingham's writing is outstanding and Tony Akins' art told the story as well as the words did, and in some cases better. My favorite line from the book, when the current female lead is insulted by the self-aggrandizing Jack, who indicated she wasn't "hot": “I am too hot. I'm so hot I should be continued on the next girl.” Few lines make me laugh out loud, but that one did — I just didn't see it coming.

I spent a couple of hours tonight playing guitar, an activity which has not taken enough of my time lately. Tomorrow we'll spend the day in S's basement studio, bringing our indie album another step closer to completion. My fingers hurt after only two hours of playing, so I'm glad I've put in time the last few nights.

Well, although only a few paragraphs have passed for you readers, I'm well into Saturday now, and in a few short hours my daughter will playfully shout “Boo!” from the foot of our bed to ensure we're as awake as she is. I'm going to divert this stream of consciousness to dream time for a couple of hours before that happens.

Hasta, and thanks for reading.