So I was sitting at dinner tonight, after the Easter play, and I started listening to our waiter reference his Zodiac sign in some kind of context.
“I’m going to wrIte about that subject,” I said. Everyone sitting there knew straight away–I have an epic rant about it somewhere in me–some cosmological tirade waiting to come out.
And you know, I do. But I also have one about the recent spate of divergent razors I’ve purchased lately. I had no idea that shaving technology could have so many qualitative chasms between them. But I was wrong. The tourniquet on my carotid artery from this morning proves it.
Of course, there is always the default category–and the one that is likely to win–mainly because I think we carry a collective-consciousness from Rome. We like coliseum fights. We like conflict. We like bloodletting. We like to stop at traffic accidents and point.
And unless, I actually slice my carotid artery on video here, I have a feeling that the polls could skew heavily for the subject of “de-friending people from Facebook.” Especially from those here that actually have come to appreciate the way I peel forth with a vengeance on subjects with such creative latitude baked right into them. I mean, the calculus is: I define bad people, zero in on bad people, and then make a public and colorful tirade about launching bad people into the ether.
Even more paradoxical–maybe I’m a bad person. So there is a risk index.
Of course I’m funny when I do that stuff. To this day, not a single post I have made has superseded the deluge I experienced when I took the sanctimonious loadie to task for pretending to care about the medicinal effects of marijuana. But I bet I could get close with a well-crafted tirade about FaceBook malevolence, too.
Anyway, please weigh it out. I’m liable to write about all this anyway, but I thought I’d prime the pumps, and allow for a tiny bit of interactive input, too.