Monday night has become my TV night. My night to unwind and recover from the weekend. After 24, which was better than last week but still getting increasingly far-fetched, and not in the ways you might think, I watched the replay of General Hospital on SoapNet.
Robin has apparently caught the virus. Near the end of the episode, someone had sent a vial of the antidote to GH. They switched from them opening the package to a shot of someone in black gloves. With like a whole box of vials. Then, they showed her. I wasn't for sure who it was, but only one name came to mind. Could it be? It's been years. So I went here. Sure enough. It's her. Holly is back.
Since probably 98% of you have no idea who that is and/or don't care, I'll move on now and spare you my full three-page synopsis of yesterday's episode. I've been in a creative drought lately. I sit and stare at the blogger create-a-post screen. My mind is barren. Empty. Like the pages of Gary Coleman's little black book. Then when I do type, it ends up reading like the minutes from an Elks Lodge meeting. Boring.
I have enjoyed the johari/nohari windows from yesterday. Although I wonder why several people picked "embarrassed" as one of my weaknesses. Even though I also picked it for myself. Then I was wondering about calling myself modest. Is that some sort of paradox in itself?
Changing gears... Something I don't understand is all these impossible, cartoon-like truck commercials I've been seeing lately. Perhaps you've seen some of them. In one, a truck gets hit by a meteorite. In another, a truck gets washed out to sea. Then there's one where they dump a ton of trash on a truck. Completely bury it. And in all three cases, the trucks drive away.
First of all, they all start with some sort of message saying this is a dramatization, or this isn't real. So, basically, what they're saying is, "Our truck won't really do this. We just thought it was kinda cool lookin." Second of all, what planet are these people on that meteorites are such a concern to the prospective truck-buying public? And lastly, who are they marketing to? Although I'm sure there's some redneck watching, who has no idea what dramatization means, and thinks he's getting a meteor-proof truck.
I guess I just don't understand the purpose. Maybe I'm too logical. Whatever happened to horsepower? Payload capacity? Towing package? Miles per gallon? Cost? You don't see jeans commercials where some guy in a pair of Levis gets attacked by a pack of rabid wild dogs, then set on fire, finds himself in the middle of a gang war, gets shot in the leg. Yet escapes, gets home, and his jeans are like new.
Oh, and there's one more where this truck is getting slightly crushed from the front and back by two bulldozers. Yeah, thanks for that. If I ever find myself sandwiched between two bulldozers, each creeping towards me at 2 miles per hour, I hope I'll have enough swiftness (and incentive) to undo my seatbelt, remove my Hans device, and climb out the window.
Yep, it's NASCAR season...
"We took one more trip around the sun, but it was all make believe in the end. No, I can't say where she is today. I can't remember who I was back then..."