Reason # 4,679 that I love Deekoo
He didn't grow up in a house where there was a lot of TV watching - almost zero, and none while he was in his teens.
Looking through this list of discontinued food products I ran into, I realized with a heavy sigh how much of my brain is literally littered with stupid jingles associated with these products. Whereas being homeschooled by parents who cared about giving him things to learn about (and his supranormal capacity for information absorb and recall) he knows where all the nations of the world are, often knows what political situations in the past century have determined their particular governments and cultural factors, he identifies every plant and animal he runs across and if it's Arthropoda he will know what it eats, how it fucks, how long it lives and other totally weird stuff I'd never heard of in either high school or college. He understands the rudiments of physics and mathematics and often sees quite far past rudimentary. What for me? I was within my high school's top 12% but it ain't saying much. What exists in my memory banks? "Eat some now, save some for later", "You're soaking in it." , "Every single Pringle's potato chip/Is a perfect potato chip..." and even though I had no fucking reason at all to store this in my brain, or WANT to store it in my brain, I was forced to because my parents had a total of four fucking television sets in our house - FOUR of them - and it was only a three-bedroom one-storey house in which Bedroom III was a guest room - wherever I was in the house, at whatever time of day, 24/7/365, there was at least one and often more than one television set on in my house.
My parents were television addicts. They passed their addiction to me when I was a young teenager and even though I really wasn't that entertained by television I still watched it, though not all the time, only when particular shows were on, usually sitcoms. I watched All in the Family and Alice and Speed Racer, and all that Sid and Marty Krofft stuff when I was younger. And the nighttime Jap monster-suit movies. The thing was, I didn't leave it on as background noise. It wasn't a conscious thing, an awareness that TV being on would pollute my brain with unnecessary ads, it just was something I did and my folks didn't do - shut the fucking thing off when I wasn't watching it.
But I still had to hang out in the rest of the house and so here now, in 2004, living in the house we call Arcadia Hill in which a television is absent but for one serving as slave monitor to Deek's Playstation, I still sometimes at odd moments will find myself with one or another piece of commercial flotsam running through my brain and it makes me wonder what it would have been like if I'd had silence or music or talking with my family instead of this constant, constant stream of canned assembled-and-projected, least-common-denominator, sales-persuador-masquerading-as-entertainment CRAP all the time.
But no, I get "Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman." Since by all indications TV has declined with everything else in quality, I wonder what crap children of TV-addicts are getting now.
At least when you take drugs, you only put them in your own brain and not your family's.
Looking through this list of discontinued food products I ran into, I realized with a heavy sigh how much of my brain is literally littered with stupid jingles associated with these products. Whereas being homeschooled by parents who cared about giving him things to learn about (and his supranormal capacity for information absorb and recall) he knows where all the nations of the world are, often knows what political situations in the past century have determined their particular governments and cultural factors, he identifies every plant and animal he runs across and if it's Arthropoda he will know what it eats, how it fucks, how long it lives and other totally weird stuff I'd never heard of in either high school or college. He understands the rudiments of physics and mathematics and often sees quite far past rudimentary. What for me? I was within my high school's top 12% but it ain't saying much. What exists in my memory banks? "Eat some now, save some for later", "You're soaking in it." , "Every single Pringle's potato chip/Is a perfect potato chip..." and even though I had no fucking reason at all to store this in my brain, or WANT to store it in my brain, I was forced to because my parents had a total of four fucking television sets in our house - FOUR of them - and it was only a three-bedroom one-storey house in which Bedroom III was a guest room - wherever I was in the house, at whatever time of day, 24/7/365, there was at least one and often more than one television set on in my house.
My parents were television addicts. They passed their addiction to me when I was a young teenager and even though I really wasn't that entertained by television I still watched it, though not all the time, only when particular shows were on, usually sitcoms. I watched All in the Family and Alice and Speed Racer, and all that Sid and Marty Krofft stuff when I was younger. And the nighttime Jap monster-suit movies. The thing was, I didn't leave it on as background noise. It wasn't a conscious thing, an awareness that TV being on would pollute my brain with unnecessary ads, it just was something I did and my folks didn't do - shut the fucking thing off when I wasn't watching it.
But I still had to hang out in the rest of the house and so here now, in 2004, living in the house we call Arcadia Hill in which a television is absent but for one serving as slave monitor to Deek's Playstation, I still sometimes at odd moments will find myself with one or another piece of commercial flotsam running through my brain and it makes me wonder what it would have been like if I'd had silence or music or talking with my family instead of this constant, constant stream of canned assembled-and-projected, least-common-denominator, sales-persuador-masquerading-as-entertainment CRAP all the time.
But no, I get "Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman." Since by all indications TV has declined with everything else in quality, I wonder what crap children of TV-addicts are getting now.
At least when you take drugs, you only put them in your own brain and not your family's.