This Revolution Will Be Televised...

Witizens,

I go on T.V. diets every once and again. "T.V. Diets" are long stretches of time without watching the television. Or NO vegging in front of the T.V. This pretty much limits me to at most: one feature film, one sports program, or a series of sitcoms for no more than 1 1/2 hours. Only one of these a day, or for more strenuous days, no more than one a week. It seems like a sacrifice, but it totally feels great in the end. I tend to exercise my brain more in the process, so it's total fitness for the mind. I love it. Also, in the blackout days, I read way more and my imagination is like WOW!!! I don't feel so inundated with useless stuff, or feel so self conscious. I feel more real and less fake. I think more about my life, all life, and what I expect to come of it.

This diet is not for everyone... Most people have been waiting on this month for season premiers and come May there's the sweeps, the beloved holiday cartoons are right around the corner, football season just started.... The key is to start out light and slowly work your way to dumping more and more T.V. Some programs will be keepers ("Are You Ready For Some Football?!"), but an occasional indulgence is smiled upon. Over thinking is not the goal, and brief moments of not thinking is healthy. If one reality T.V. show is limited per season, fine... But no more than one! Those are too addictive to just occasionally watch; they must be bypassed. There is a weakness for us all. After all, I'd HAVE to see the next Harry Potter films released!

I have expressed a dislike of the television for a while now, and I think I've been misunderstood the whole time. I don't hate the television; it's very useful. I am more put off by the display of the masses for their dependency on it. I'm not suggesting smashing the poor thing... Just turn it off every once in awhile. Your brain will like it... Eventually, it will learn to.


Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo

T.G.I. Whatever

Witizens,

I've been looking forward to today, and now. It was my mantra. It's almost Friday, even since Tuesday. NOW! Ugh, whatever. Today was awful. I'm officially sick and after a restless night, went in to work (without eating) with a box of tissue, Dayquil, and Excedrine Migraine; skipped lunch for the bank, had my car towed during a break, dealt with Roadside Assistance and the dealership in training; forgot to pay my cell phone bill while I still had a fucking ride. U! G! H! I didn't want to be a baby by missing today, and it seemingly would be a easy, breezy day. Before it officially got here.

Not eating, filling up one cold medicine, and stressful dealings totally zapped my good vibes. I was snotty, snooty, and fucking blah today. I hate being sick because I'm so mean and unhappy. Just whatever, it's the weekend, I just sneezed onto my monitor, and I need to sleep for like a day.


Truthfully,

Not~So~Cosmo

Jena 6... Is This Really Happening?

Witizens,

Jena 6. I want to know, hear, and see more about Jena 6. And yet I haven't been all that informative because its just so, UGH! A modern day story of racism? Say it ain't so. I may be mocking myself a little, but I didn't know it was so blatant nowadays. Like maybe in those small southern towns that I am known to want to avoid (or perhaps the whole of Mississippi...); okay, so it's still blatant. I still feel shocked that 6 teenage boys may be getting up to 22 years for a school fight. I've seen a fight at school before. It was brutal and ugly, but no one went to prison. It was over something stupid and violent, what boys are prone to do. No one faced over 20 years of bondage. 16 years old sounds pretty friggin crazy to be locked up with some of America's most deadly criminals.

I want more background information. Am I being fed biased material? Won't I always? Am I only hearing uproar from the black side? Before I go screaming racism, I want to know the story and make it make sense. So far, what doesn't make sense is that for awhile, no one even knew... Or didn't think it out of the norm. And they didn't also think that thought was also out of the norm. Is there that much racial tension that I've been unaware of, and is it building in high schoolers and am I the only one that thinks it is so sad and melancholy?

What the hell is Jena 6 all about? Is it a fight that got out of hand, or is it just fucking out of hand?

Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo

Why Women Wednesday

Witizens:

Why do women find it offensive to be asked their age? I don't find it off-putting; it's just a question. I've seen women fret at being called "Ma'am", but want to be treated like ladies. What's wrong with "ma'am" or being older or being wiser or just being a woman? Why worry about being old while you're still a young girl at heart?

I like being my age. Twenty-seven (1/2), and growing.


Not~So~Cosmo

Tueday

Witizens,

Too long, yes indeed, too long had I been out of touch and "work" with my blogographies. As you all know by faithfully awaiting new posts , I have not been as faithful at delivering said material. My apologies. Coincidentally, I was not employed at that time. Just when one stops to think that "with all that 'free time' so much more should have been written" ... Alas, nothing. My nothing lead to more nothingness. Isn't that funny. When every day is spent like a week's end, where is that TGIF feeling? When your whole life is a vacation, you need a vacation from it. Even more of a coincidence, now that I've began to work, the floodgates of my mind have opened, and my mind isn't so dormant. My doing something has lead to somethingness. I appreciate the free time so much more, and see the real value of freedom... Because having to work fucking sucks! And more so, because... you have to.

Today, as I was chatting with some random coworkers that I'd never ordinarily chat it up with, when I began to think, "This job and these people aren't soooooo bad". (Hating one or two coworkers does make it more tolerable.) I thought that it wasn't the job as much the necessity that I simply loathed so much. I know I'm not the only one that thinks like this; the masses hate their jobs. Perhaps having to have that job is where the real hate lies. That feeling of having to wake up with that alarm. The feeling of having to give one more fake and/or sinister smile is going to crack your face. Having to do what I wouldn't choose to do. And still, now I don't hate it so much. When I was given the freedom of choosing what ever it was I wanted. I chose nothing. I think the long vacation was enough for me, perhaps even too long. Not having to do anything I didn't want to do made me complacent. I grew weary of that noncommittal feeling. It became kind of empty; or I became kind of empty. I can't really explain it as clearly and openly as I'd like, but it wasn't pleasant after awhile. I wasn't pleasant. Not having to do something can be a drag, but so can having not to do something.

My sister will always say in a old school, southern voice, "Everyday ain't Tuesday". No, every day isn't Tuesday. Thank God for that.