So, I spent all day vomiting yesterday.
What reall sucks about this is that I also threw up in the corner of my room. And… it smells putrid. My dear friend brought his steam cleaner over and I go to try to clean it up, but because it was in the corner it’s been a complete pain in the arse. I think I’m going to try to get a professional clean-up-vomit-in-the-corner company to come clean it up. I hope that doesn’t cost too much.
Anyways, enough of my vomit. I have recently been introduced to two wonderful shows that I think I’m the last person in the world know about: Red Dwarf and Twin Peaks. I’m sure most people out there are scoffing at me for one or both of those.. whether in a good way or a bad way, I don’t care. You -must- get your hands on the tapes of these shows and watch them. I have been seriously so inspired by these that I may take my hand at writing something up for a TV series. I have high doubts of doing anything with it, but it would be a grand ole experience.
As I was sitting here trying to hold my solid food down and not feel like my intestines were trying to crawl their way out of my abdomen, I really am saddened, again, by the state of art and creation in America today. I watch something like Twin Peaks or Red Dwarf and I am amazed at how wonderful it is… but it is because they did not hold back. Both of those shows took risks and had neat, interesting, and while cooky and crazy, -real- characters. Even Agent Cooper.
Why do we allow art to be forsaken for consumption?