Sometimes I think that people are following me. It's because I'm a natural leader--unless we're discussing a post-apocalypse where a band of scientists would follow me to Mexico, because I get lost.
I get LOST, that's for sure. The structure and the writing makes the aspiring writer in me want to cry. Sawyer, for god sake! A lot of other people my age like lost. Some people older or younger than me like lost, too. When I am taking questionnaires out of people's hands, it's a lot easier if I can relate to them. A typical conversation runs something like this:
"I like LOST, also."
"Excuse me," they often say. Or, "Me, too. I enjoy mass-market cultural memes that riff slightly on philosophy, literature, and the primacy of man."
"What are you listening to," I then say.
My camera is dead, but it has a movie camera and sometimes I take web video commentaries after watching episodes. Because I curse and don't wear pants, and because they are inevitably shot with my vintage Nazi Swastika flag, these videos are taken down by the web2.0 community.
I also wear a bondage mask, but "not because I like it". It's a statement.
Gary is an unusual name for a girl, but it's not strange at all. I met her on the 3rd St. promenade whilst observing up-and-coming soul singers with their guitars try to make a buck. As a blogger, I do not feel the need to donate. If they are good, I I feel the need not to donate. Inactivity is the defining characteristic of our generation. If we lived in England or Morocco or Sweden, we would not be inactive. We would have awesome accents and live with our parents in a government owned condominium, making y**tube commentaries behind our Nazi Swastika flags. Ha, Parents--they just don't understand!
Gary was listening to Maroon 5. It is her favorite band. Unfortunately, it is not my favorite band. My favorite band is up-and-coming. Is it wrong to want to listen to something different?
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