I ran three miles today! I haven’t run that much since I was trying to miscarry the fetus that is now the baby that rules my life. Feels good, people, feels good.
The internet is a legitimate addiction, as dangerous as gambling and sex. How many hours have I lost doing important things. Like this website, like the other one I write for, like doing “research” and “business.” I’ve never been to Ireland, never been to Japan. Those are my top two dream countries, followed by Australia and South Africa. Or some place in Africa with a zebra. And Russia, when it gets safer. So never. But you know where I have been? Twenty thousand websites. Will my obituary list how many times I refreshed Drudge? The 24 hour news cycle has ruined me. Even now, while writing this tiny paragraph, I checked my email twice.
You can read about internet addiction right here, on the internet. Insidious. Television goes hand in hand with the internet. Its like booze and cigarettes. Except drinkers are often out, and smokers at least see the outdoors because they’re forced to smoke there. But TV, well… that’s another demon. I write about TV on the internet, I talk about TV on TV, I have written for TV and would like to again. So, I have to be aware of what’s on TV. And there are hundreds of channels, and lots of TV shows are actually good. So I don’t even feel guilty. But still, is that a life? Is that what I want my son to see and emulate?
It is not.
