Sloth, Maybe?

  It's been one year and seven days since my first blog involving a carpet and the long, winding history behind its design. Since then I've written about film, music, art, television, musicals, anime, cyborgs, artificial intelligence, quitting writing, resuming writing, meditation, contemplation, cogitation, good, evil, post-it notes... Oh, and Boba Fett.  I can't forget Boba Fett. You may have also checked out my other blog page, The Inanna-verse, which deals with everything involving my scripts, art, comedy, and YouTube videos dedicated to the Sumerian goddess.  I don't worship her.  I swear.  I don't worship anyone or anything.  Except perhaps my own overblown ego. I've even had my wife Susan write a few guest blogs.  There was one about the one season Cop Rock series and another about David Byrne's American Utopia on Broadway.  The last one had the most feedback on this page. Needless to say, I'm jealous of my wife. Oh, there is another a...

Streaming services is what some folk would call a godsend, to which I mostly agree I remember when I first caught Daredevil on Netflix some time ago.   I noticed in the first episode, so much time was granted to exposition and character growth.  For the life me I couldn't figure out why.  At  first. Then the realization hit me:  Daredevil was an hour long drama because it wasn't interrupted by any god damned commercials! As my wife can attest, commercials drive me nuts.  They drove me nuts ever since I watched TV as a kid.  I'm watching a show, say for example Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and for every five minutes of drama it would be abruptly be cut off for what seemed like a commercial break that ran for the same amount of time.  Suze, as many before me, calmly suggested that I simply mute the TV and take a whiz.   What they don't understand is when I feel rage, I am consumed by it.  I preferred to shout at the TV while it bomba...