I admit that I've been out of the loop lately. Part of the reason is that I've just been so damn busy, both with work and Inara, that there hasn't really been time available to dedicate to my little experiment. I do promise that this will change soon. There's certainly an ebb and flow to the way things work around here these days.
That said, the other reason I've neglected my duties to you nice folks and haven't provided the kind of acerbic commentary you've come to expect is this: I'm just fucking exhausted by what I'm seeing out there right now.
Case in point: I watch this kind of surreal insanity, this unbridled ridiculousness, this absolutely mind-numbing absurdity, and I think to myself that there's no way that one voice -- my voice, anyone's voice -- could possibly put so much as a fucking dent in it.
It wears me down and makes me feel like I need to grab my kid, run inside, lock the doors and enjoy a life lived safely behind the walls of a self-made bunker of Nick Jr. and Sandra Boynton books.
A bukkake of stupid this overpowering just makes me want to throw in the towel. It's too daunting to imagine doing anything else.