I don’t know what to think of MSG’s. Are they binding my money and I to their cheeseburgers? Part of me likes to think that evil people are hiding information of uber-import from me. Then I can throw my anger at them and feel victimized because, after all, victimization is a voonderbar (pardon my German) excuse to be lazy. And I really, really just can’t do ANYTHING about my poor lumpy belly cause I’m just so addicted to MSGs. Sniff.

Too bad for that pesky remote.

I think TV is responsible for approximately 75% of my stupidity. It crams zillions of separate frames of unreality into my sorry little noggin and all the while I could be defeating real dragons or maybe hitting real golf balls. And I ain’t no victim even when my roommates worship the LCD goddess like it is the air on a leaky space shuttle.

Hey Josh! Why don’t you go take a walk in the park and worship what is pure.