Life as an Extreme Sport

set the machine to scan for irony

I was chitchatting with Michael earlier, and we had the following conversation. What he’s “I told you so”ing me about isn’t really important – just look at how nice the “I told you so” is! So creative, so supportive… no wonder I have the friends I do.

Michael: Well yes I could have told you you’d fail at that months ago.
Kelly: and yet you didn’t – nice of you 
Michael: … I think I did. I’d have to check
Kelly: LOL
Michael: Maybe I just thought it loudly.
Kelly: it would have been in December, when I was spitting mad
Michael: I think that was the time of, “Ok, go with Kelly’s mood and be the unconditionally supportive friend. Except if she’s being a total idiot.”

wistful desire

If you don’t swallow your TV and digest it and taste it with your salty and sweet and bitter and whatever parts of your tongue, it doesn’t matter what you watch. Two hours of Big Brother is equal to sixteen hours of the History Channel or a single episode of Laguna Beach, if you look at it right. If you want to see war strategy in action. Whether it’s the nightly news or a sci-fi show, a show is not brainless if you engage with it; the quality of the entertainment is always directly dependent on the quality of the viewer, how much you are willing to risk in engagement. It’s about intimacy, interaction, the quality of how you choose to spend your time, and what you do with the information. It’s about intimacy.
Jacob discussing, deconstructing, analyzing, and recapping an episode of Doctor Who for Television Without Pity

Isn’t that just… amazing? I wish I could be even half that.