So round, so plump,
I like you very much.
You help me out so.
If not for you,
I would be deformed.

I've got to admit that I probable watched at least 100 hours of television over the winter break. I enjoyed watching horror movies with my 3 year old niece. She loves monsters. My parents got the 300 channel cable things at some point and I'm a person who has had no cable for years so I don't' watch TV unless truly desperate to see moving humans without leaving my lair. I refuse to throw out my monitor. I need it to look at the Robin's World propaganda I make.
I kind of equate television with resting. I do think that its possible to learn useful information from TV. For instance, around a year or so ago I watched a documentary on scientists who were hooking people up to brain scanners and showing them video imagery. They showed a former crack addict moving pictures of nature then moving pictures of crack preparation. The area of his brain indicating craving lit up with energy when he watched the crack use. Seeing this inspired me to attempt to quite smoking cigarettes because of the wasted of brain energy but then after one miserable day I decided that if I just gave into my nicotine cravings immediately I wouldn't waste my brain energy on craving. Maybe that is stupid but I think its fascinating as well. I've got to admit that most of the interesting things I've learned over the years have not come from the passive intake of TV.
Look at the pretty picture of south campus. I wish the media studies department was there.

I am indeed slightly inebriated at the moment longing for sweet Mary Jane, she makes my heart sang. Teaching, what can I teach? I don't wanna teach for free.
Pay me, Damn it! I need money. Baubo is the Greek goddess of obscenity and belly laughter. I plan on bringing her to life through media pretty soon. She has no head her nipples are her eyes and her vagina is her mouth. That's my main area of interest at the moment, that and Dada I'll always love Dada especially Hugo Ball. I wanna fuck his skull.

P.S. Tony Conrad is the coolest dude ever in the world.

I just walked down the street and marveled at the majestic beauty of the snow. Then I thought about how my friend Skip Williamson told me that vaginas are like snowflakes no two are alike so then I started thinking about what it would look like if the streets were covered in vaginas. At first I thought it would be totally disgusting but then I thought about this Photoshop pussy picture I made where I took a video still of my cat (Oliver 2000-2003 RIP) and pasted a still of my vagina over his fur to make a pattern. It kind of looks like either flowers or brains. I have it hanging on my wall here. It's kind of disturbing but nice.

I'm back on Elmwood. I flew in today and stumbled up to my humble lair. Nothing had changed except my landlords left me a present of white wine inside the door. After assessing my situation and trying to nap but failing I decided to break out the vibrator and man oh man, I like that thing. From now on my vibrator travels with me, I don't care if I have a sex partner I still need my vibrator. What now? hmmm I should straighten up in here but... that's no fun so I'm writing this instead. Its a lot less scary here than I thought it would be, the weather, its not so bad. I'm happy to be off the couch and in my bed or chair or my whatever, I like these meager things I have. The only thing I have lots of is clothes, oh the displaced affection there, or here, my clothes that is.