And then, speaking of useless things. I found this site and wondered why I found it so fascinating mylifeforsale.com. Why, when save me, I can't write a thing, I am scrolling down an "items sold" list, reading about happy customers purchasing "John's Bag of 24 Spoons". How pleased they are to be a part of John's project to sell everything he owns on ebay, down to his latest $436 electric bill. And how they wait for some evening news camera to come knocking on their door, over this wacky .com. The thought dulls the mind, that they are probably right, and they should leave a pot of coffee brewing 24-7. How did clever but boring become such a novelty?
Green Day is the first that comes to mind, but that's not fair, I don't even know the music, but it sounds like clever boring to me. Salad spinners, ahhh yes very clever, for I enjoy spinning my lettuce into unimaginable G-forces, but very boring, it still sits for weeks unused. Ali McBeal, nuf said, ahhh HTML code, very clever, verrrrry boring. I don't like clever and boring anymore, in fact I think it's going to stick out for me from now on like a Survivor episode, like a Weakest-Link-Greed-Who-Wants-to-be-a-Millionaire-Hell-that-it-is. I am tired of people thinking they can be famous, I am tired of a lot of rock stars thinking they are rock stars. And maybe it is because it is 3:30 in the morning, but why on earth am I compelled to the discrete? Hungering for the artist who wears a three piece suit while he works, hats off inside, zoom in on his face when he wiggles his hips. Watching 10 minutes of "Ice Storm" yesterday, there's this scene on a platform, all men, all wearing brown trench coats, waiting for the same train, all going to the city to work. I was engrossed, thank you Ang Lee, for taking me to Connecticut, and wall papering my insides with Montego Bay. I want to see uniform, not individuality walking down the streets, I mean really why does everyone have to be SOOO... unique! I can see it coming, Spring 2002, Jean Paul Gaultier cat walk of 36 paper thins all strutting the same outfit, one after the other. This image may strike some Soilent Green nausea, to the faint of heart, but at least nausea isn't boring, or clever!

Now for your enjoyment, and in the spirit of "The Ice Storm", my favorite Hiku of all times, by Mason.

I didn't notice
Were you called basketball tits?
Christina Ricci