Besides pornography and music, what good is a high speed internet connection anyway? I'm asking because I'm not sure I'm sold on the whole high speed thing for the home. And I was just kidding about the 'pornography' -- I used that as a GRABBER to get people to read the old diary. Did it work? You decide.

I think I'm going to start shooting my TV, you know, like Elvis used to do.

I don't have a photo of Elvis shooting his TV.

So, here's Johnny Cash giving the finger,
classic.
TV upsets me now. I know the simple answer is to turn it off but I find that I'm addicted to it. I was in the laundry mat a weekend ago and that E celebrity "stalking" show was on. I'd like to shoot the TV when that thing comes on. But I do have to admit, it was hard to keep my nose in the magazine I was reading. I don't want to watch but I can't help it - It's like crack. Not that I know what that's like but I'm guessing it's pretty bad.

And I'm so tired about this whole Janet thing. Remember when singers used to sing? They had great songs, sang live and went on tour. Now it's about shocking the people. It's sad. This is why Ronnie James Dio will always be #1 in my book. The guy's happy singing about dragons and warlocks. He doesn't need to 'moon' America to sell his wares. Don't buy the hype, the chick's got an album coming out, her brother is doing Lord knows what and this is her way of getting back in the public eye.

FOX 5 News in New York is THE WORST! I have it on in the background. GARBAGE! 'News' should be in quotes. I'd say that 90% of their broadcast is about some horrible buffet where the cold food is hot and the hot food is cold. Great hidden camera work though.

That's all I have today.

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Stay beautiful,

Bob

Does anybody remember laughter?