Yes, Hell must be inches deep in powder right now. And farmers worldwide are struggling with the challenge of putting roofs on their pig pens. Trees are falling in the forest and making a hell of a racket and horses, having been led to water, are drinking till the pop.
I now have cable television.
That’s right. The pipeline has been hooked up and the pictures are flying fast and furious at me. Remember, I’m a guy who firmly believes that, as Bill Hicks says with such vehemence, watching television is like taking black paint to your third eye. So this is big news.
And the reason for this insanity?
As if I just didn’t have enough distractions. I’m on page 70 of the new script. I can’t afford to be sucked into this. But it’s the World Cup and it only happens every four years and I love it, so leave me alone.
Here’s how the setup looks, clockwise from bottom: crappy television, lava lamp, demon box.