What blogging is like

Blogging, too, is for the lonely, the bored, and the desperate.

In addition, it's for the narcisstically deranged and for all those who despise responsibility.

Lack of emotional commitment as a philosophy of life.

"I'll tell you what and you can tell me what, and if I feel inclined I will answer to you, and if I don't, what the heck and if I don't feel like it I will stop blogging anyway."

What Television Is Like

Watching television is for the lonely, the bored - and the desperate.

It is a surrogate like ersatz coffee: no caffeine, no flavor; only a notion of the real thing if you have ever tasted it before. It's like cheese without fat, candy without sugar.

Like mating with a crumpled tissue.

Way back in my school days our biology teacher told us about an experiment carried out with birds. The scientists wanted to find out what happens to a bird's mating instinct if it cannot be carried out.
They took a male white dove and presented it a female white dove. The male performed his usual "dance" trying to impress the girl. But before the girl could agree they put the male back in a cage, so he couldn't get to the "real thing".
I think they repeated this procedure a few times and then they experimented a little on the mating selection of the "horny" male. It turned out that the hornier he was the more declined he was to mate with someone or something that resembled remotely a female white dove - such as a crumpled tissue.

I don't usually feel sorry for males who can't handle their sexual frustration. But with this bird I did feel sorry. I mean, he was abused, wasn't he?

It's the most pathetic and pitiful thing - trying to mate with a crumpled tissue in lack of someone real.

In a way watching television is like this.