Writer on a Rant

I couldn’t think of a topic for tonight’s blog post.  I’m not in a particularly good mood again – I blame it on my nine-five job.  It’s slowly sucking out my will to live. 

I have a few very minor things to do to the manuscript per my agent’s request – things that should take me one evening if I had enough brain power left after the end of my work day to do it. 

So I can’t think of a blog post and I’m stalling on working on the manuscript so instead I start flipping through channels on television.  Ostensibly I’m looking for the typical action movie for my back ground music.  Now I’m pissing and moaning because there’s nothing on television.  How come we pay for expanded cable and HBO and there’s nothing on?  I cycle through again.  Still nothing.  Now I’m seething. 

I pause at the local news station.  I don’t know why I do this.  I know, as hostile as I already am, I have no business watching local news.  I linger there for a few minutes – there’s a “live and up to the minute” story on a shooting followed by a story on bad mannered bicyclists.  Between the horrible and tasteless puns and the moronic banter between the talking heads – I just can’t stand it.  There’s nothing stupider than a reporter standing in a dark street with a lone police car in the back ground.  Why do they do this?  It’s totally asinine.  Yesterday, they were standing outside the dark, closed voting polls.  What exactly were we supposed to glean from that?  I’m giving myself chest pains.

My Honey has run off to bed.  I’m sure he just doesn’t want to sit here and listen to me yelling at the television anymore.  Apparently, it’s annoying.

I finally settle on Lethal Weapon on CMTV for a movie.  It’s unsatisfying with all the swearing edited out.  But it’s a far site better than local news.  I’m certain anyone with any intelligence could be effectively tortured into giving up any amount of information if bodily forced to watch extended versions of local news.

The longer I rant – the more I realize I desperately need a vacation.  On an island.  Shhhhhhh – was that Greece I hear calling?