It's raining outside, and I'm in that mood where my staff occurs for me alternately between annoying and needy. Still, I'm aware of how God has BLESSED my life, and for that I am grateful.
Although I need to establish some partnerships with folk who are willing and able to invest in this neighborhood. My concern is that we're not doing anything new and no one really wants to invest in maintaining the status quo.
In the time it took to write that sentence, my mind went to no less than a dozen different places. I don't for a minute claim ADHD; that's a crutch. I just have to learn to move the rest of my body as quickly as my mind moves.
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Now it's about 1on Thursday morning. Channel surfing, waiting for the cramps to stop and the Ambien to kick in (this is the downside to the total body blitz). But the Robin byrd show on Channel 35 is mysteriously umscrambled. Robin Byrd is the NYC pseudo soft porn video maven. This show is called Men for Men (i think. Mostly it's just ads).
But i have two observations:
1) I love the human form, but this stylized prancing around and pandering to people's fetishes and proclivities is not vaguely sexy, stimulating, or exciting. It's stilted, silly, and sad.
2) Someone should tell Robin that it's not sexy if your eyes don't both point the same way.
There is now this guy with a VERY hairy basketball but doing pelvic thrusts. There's nothing vaguely erotic about this -- I'm trying to figure out if the people are narcissistic and really think they look good, or if they're drug addicted or in some other situation and are prostituting themselves.
Whatever. It's boring enough that I can feel the sleep kicking in...
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