On a whim, I turned on the TV this morning when I was getting ready for work and caught part of Sesame Street. I’ve heard a lot of talk recently about the possibility of having an HIV positive muppet on the show…well, whatever. Not exactly sure how a muppet could contract anything let alone HIV… But not having seen the show since I was about 8, it was comforting to note that Big Bird is still as scary as ever, that Ernie still sings the same Rubber Ducky song (and that I remember the lyrics), and they’re still using some of the same ’70s and ’80s animations/segments for counting. Today’s number was 9, and there was a very interesting ’80s Stop-Motion segment with a guy holding numbers and moving all over town without moving his feet. How frightening! I was kind of interested in the fact that I still found myself drawn to the TV screen despite being far too old to be properly entertained by the show…

Ohhh, that’s how you’re supposed to do that…I finally found out what it takes to Be a Modern Artist. I’m not quite sure how exactly I’m supposed to grow a goatee, but I’ve heard that Testosterone therapy works wonders. Or steroids.

Oh yeah, and I noticed that GTA3 is easier to play when I’m slighly distracted. I must concentrate too hard on the game when my attention isn’t divided. I think I handle the vehicles better when I’ve had a few Zimas or when I’m chatting on the phone than when I’m fully sober and focused. Thank god it’s not like that in real life…