No doubt America is on the road to perdition. Today’s east coast earthquake proves that. But sometimes I feel I might be heading the same way and wonder what the fuss is all about.
When I am not out boozing and insulting women, I am wasting my time watching old movies. It really isn’t an unpleasant way to avoid more noble pursuits. Like this blog, for instance. (More on that in a moment.) Some people might even think staying in with a good movie is a smart way to spend the evening.
I have my doubts.
I don’t want to advertise for Netflix, however I have been devouring films and old television shows like never before in my life. I haven’t had cable television for years in large part because I watch so little television, but now I am watching films and television whenever I get a chance. It is film noir now. Earlier this month it was old science fiction. In July I enjoyed old French cinema. Sprinkled with these little film festivals I have watched plenty of old television…Andy Griffith, Star Trek, Sponge Bob, Julia Child…each educational in its own way.
Unfortunately, I am not getting anything done. Nothing. I do have a new blog in the works, but saying that only sounds empty. Whoopee. A new blog. Where is it? In fact this post is only here so I can look at today and say that I at least posted something on A Little Tour in Yellow. (This post is a space holder. A writing exercise. A mere formality.)
So let’s get back on it. Like America, I need to find my way. Let’s see who gets on track first. Me…or the United States of America!
First, I need a passion…