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Monday, September 19, 2005
Two things that don't relate to each other

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That's Kevin's gift for me and I now share it with you. I think the reason why Kevin, Mike, myself and others enjoy that All-Star book so much is becuase Miller is utilizing the comedy you can get out of Batman. It's been a long time since I've read a Batman comic where the star makes me laugh, too damn long.

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Want to know when I knew I was the spoiled product of an upper-middle class lifestyle? I came into my dorm room at 9:00 tonight only to think to myself "holy eyeballs, I missed the season premiere of Arrested Development!" I had no Digital Video Recorder to have the show waiting for me and firewalls on campus prevent me from downloading it.

It hit me: if I want to watch something on TV I'll have to make sure I'm in front of a TV at the exact hour and exact day that show is on. A sudden sense of disapointment fell over me. That seems so old fashioned, like I'm watching TV in some bygone era far more barbaric than ours.

So that's when I figured I was spoiled by growing up around sattelite telvision and file-trading. I am at the mercy of television programmers who I will never meet and don't give a damn about me or anyone else watching their networks. I suppose I should suck it up and remind myself how good I've got it that I can even watch TV at all.

That almost makes me feel better.

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