#244

Reading through the Sinfest archive again. So formative. My brain was but a freshly pubescent embryo when I started reading the sinfests, just a couple years after the first Sinfest strip heralded the new millennium (how many days after the new millennium did it begin, you ask? why, seventeen! it's been awhile, but never forget: we love the number seventeen.). 

Sinfest is old enough to drink now, and the archive is a better, more informative public record than the stewed pork times, in my humble op. ed. 

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Ezra and I have been watching huge amounts of PBS streamed directly into our television. In the year 2000, televisions were inert boxes that only displayed broadcast programming. Heavy boxes, full of tubes and stuff. Now you can't find a box, they're all flat rectangles. In five years televisions will be transparent wafers, and in ten no one will bother because you'll be able to project lossless, electron-precise images onto a charged neutron "screen", anywhere, anytime. Because hardlight sculptures will dance for you, and you will be able to walk through and explore hardlight sets, and fuck and be fucked by hardlight puppets. Because your retinal implant will beam the images into the back of your eye. Because you will never dream naturally again; just keep watching whatever you want (or whatever you get) as you "sleep", the chip nestled in your brainstem singing quietly but eternally. 

Or finally because the shaman's drugs have made you believe, believe completely.

Anyway my dudes, public television is the bee's knees. PBS and HBO are good, and the cartoons on the cartoon stations are good.

I'm not kidding when I say that everything else is shit-ass god damned useless fucking garbage.

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Ok. BET. Some stuff on BET is good. I guess Jeopardy is all right too. I can make an exception also for Home Improvement because as an immigrant child in the nineties, that program really helped me understand the American psyche and its material continuum. 3rd Rock from the Sun too, actually.

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I mean, watch whatever TV you fuckin want, at the end of the day. However you choose to dispose of your time in half-hour increments, with whatever advertising load you choose to tolerate, it's all good.

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Today I finish The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy! How exciting and sad. Then I begin Native Son, by Richard Wright. Sad and exciting. 

Bam! Boom! Bingo! Watched all the Sam Raimi Spidermans and the Marc Webb Spidermens, and I guess we'll watch the newest Spidey's when we're ready for a break from Nova and Nature and Eons.

peace mother fuckerz yeeeeeeeeeeeah

--JL