kidmorlock

I am a kid of television. Of movies. A kid made of Dragonlance novels, Magnum P.I., and 1940's Universal horror movies. Ephemera.

Basically, I think in media. I relate to it, sometimes more than I can relate to people.

So it should come as no shocker that a 75 minute piece of television could affect me to the point of tears.



Of course, Six Feet Under.

It woke me the fuck up. Now I want to get my shit together, actually keep a checkbook as opposed to suffering through the -103.67 overdraft bill I currently own. It woke me up to the fact that I keep saying I want to write novels when I should be doing the writing of novels.

It made me want to park my car on that bridge over Fall Creek and Meridian during the 6pm ruch hour, stand on the hood and scream

"LIVE! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! LIVE, DAMN YOU!!!"

And most importantly, it made me want to chuck all the shit that doesn't matter (and believe you me, it's a sizeable mound of shit) out of my life. And I am not talking only of the tangible things. I also refer to my self hatred. My fear of silly things like large bodies of water. (I can't swim. Childhood trauma. Scared shitless.)

I quit smoking 7 weeks ago. It is a Hell I have never known. After watching the SFU finale, however, I am more determined.

I AM a non-smoking motherfucker, motherfucker! I'm the Guns of the Navarone! I'm Superfly TNT!

So it's cleaning day. Everything filed under D for Doesn't Matter must go!

It's Liquidation day, and long fucking overdue.


...Unfortunately, for me at this point in time, SuicideGirls is in the D file as well. Basically, I just don't care for this site anymore. I'm not rock and roll enough for SG.

And that's OK.

I was going to go Anonymous, but I think I will just let this stand and, well, whatever happens next, happens.

And I am going to be there to witness it.

See ya when I see ya.