Friday, September 17, 2010

Exclusive News

You know how at the end of news reports when the newscasters sign off, the lights dim and the camera zooms out and the anchors turn to each other and start talking about things you can't hear? I hate that part cause they're totally shutting me out of the conversation. It makes me feel like they're talking about me or something...

This is how I imagine the conversation at the end of a news report to go:
"Hey, Stu, do you think those idiots bought it?"
"They always do, Tracy. And now we can talk about them all we want right in front of their faces and they wont even hear us."
"Suckers. Let's go egg all of their houses tonight."
"We can take the news-copter."

I just can't trust them when they do that. It's not like there's any way they could be talking about anything benign, because we can't hear them... Because of those secret ending conversations, I am under the distinct impression that news anchors really do know everything, but they refuse to tell it to us because they want all the power for themselves.
Those jerks.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


I honestly can't think of a thing to write about. Perhaps it's cause school started, but I really haven't thought about anything of significance for a couple weeks. I guess school's doing its job and crushing my soul like it's supposed to... Anyway, I don't want to let my readers down, though I'm not quite sure what NOT letting them down entails yet. I'll get back to you when I figure that out. In the meantime, please accept this unfinished song I wrote a while back about nothing in place of an actual post:
Got Nothin'

If I could write a song right now about a bird, a tree, the sky, I'd do it

Unfortunately all my inspiration's fled, I lost my chance, I blew it.

So what do I do now?

This song is about how...

I got nothin'

No words to fill this empty page

the blinking cursor on my screen is taunting, daring,

every teasing flash declaring the simple glaring fact

that I got nothin'

The words and meanings bounce around

out of my reach, but still inside my head, colliding,

fighting me, inciting my admission of the fact

that I got nothin'