OCD

Ok, so I've been thinking about Smallville and Naruto again. Oh Rob.
Anyways, in one of the later episodes of season 4, Lex and his father Lionel are having a little tete a tete (pretend there are accents). Lex knows that Lionel is being less than truthful about the stones from Krypton (that everyone is looking for in season 4) and Lionel tells Lex that there is a difference between finding all the answers and understanding what they mean, and just what does he hope to achieve (which is kinda pot calling the kettle black).
I think I can sort of understand what he means. I was a heck of a lot happier before I read a bunch of books, but I still don't stop reading books. I have stopped thinking, though, that I'll ever find all the answers out.
Then I was thinking how Sasuke from Naruto is just like that. He's obsessive, and he's pursuing something. Only his goal is revenge. He too was almost a good guy, and his teachers all told him or rather tried to convince him that getting revenge is just a big let down. And when he finally killed his brother and got his revenge, it totally was, a big let down that is, especially because he found out it was all part of his brother's plan to protect the village. But isn't it weird that the pursuit of knowledge and the pursuit of a foe can both drive people to obsessive lengths and ultimately don't result in any satisfaction, but the exact opposite? But then again, life is pretty dull without obsession.

ESPN

Well the results of the Farley Mowat poll are in. Funny there's no 1.5 votes.
I must be psychic or something, because about a week after the poll went up I finished The Boat Who Wouldn't Float, and then read Swamp Angel, as though to fulfill some destiny I may or may not have of reading mediocre Canadian writing.
Has Rob become a critic? Stay tuned. Or don't, the answer is 'no'.

TV in CC playing 10CC

It used to be that I only ever saw closed captioning in bars. It would be Hockey Night in Canada and the Leafs would undoubtedly be blowing another two goal lead. So I'd drink some more and try to read the scores of the other games flashing at the bottom of the screen. But I'd be having trouble catching all the scores because the words of Harry Neale kept getting in the way in the form of horizontal black blocks spreading across the screen. I would think: 'reading's for chumps'. I was biased though because I probably had about six or seven articles and a couple of books to read that week. So it followed. Obviously I had not yet discovered the real purpose of closed captioning: to ROCK.
It started while I was working up in Canada's Arctic. After a long day of work sucking, there's not much I liked doing more than plugging in my electric and playing loud punk songs way too loud in the little rooms I was too loud in. Loud. Then I'd probably watch TV. One day I got put in a house with another Northern worker who kept complaining about the last guy he lived with; how he'd watch Seinfeld DVDs with the sound off and play his guitar at the same time. What bothered my co-worker wasn't the guitar playing per se, but rather that the guy sucked, and he did this all the time. So I started doing the same. Nah, I actually waited until that co-worker was shipped off somewhere else.
I'd watch hockey games cause you don't really need sound except for Coach's Corner. It wasn't long before I'd turned on the closed captioning and was watching other things while playing my sweet Charvel. I recommend everybody try it. Some shows are better than others in close captioning accompanied by a trans-like blues riff you've been playing for 90 minutes. Most notably: CSI:Miami (Horatio is even more hilarious when you imagine his voice), Seinfeld is good for this(it helps if you've seen them all ten thousand times), and Sue Thomas FBI (I love the little music notes, also the irony). Of course there is a major drawback. Commercials generally don't have closed captioning. Luckily I watch enough TV while not playing the guitar to have seen most of the commercials elsewhere. Doesn't that last sentence sum it up though? Life is divided into time spent playing the guitar, and time spent not playing. Oh yeah, mowing the lawn and doing dishes too.