We've all had those moments when you look around and suddenly realize where you are and what you are doing as if you had no control over how you got there, right? This has been happening a lot lately. And I blog when I have these epiphanies as a general rule, so let's play a game of
"You know you're a hopeless media junkie when:"
Your phone conversations include comments like: "Cause really, The Office is the whole point of Netflix." Also, I have seen all of those and it's time to stop.
You've been laying in your car singing Love on the Rocks on repeat. Cause Neil Diamond just isn't getting old, right?
You find yourself on Amazon seriously contemplating a purchase of The Complete Calvin and Hobbes Box Set.
You discover a website called Garfield minus Garfield, which is "dedicated to removing Garfield from the Garfield comic strips in order to reveal the existential angst of a young Mr. Arbuckle....and a journey deep into the mind of an isolated everyman battling loneliness and depression in a quiet American suburb." And we all know how much I love existentialism. (Even, maybe especially, when it's angsty.)
Also, you dream about Firefly and Star Wars in the same dream.
This could be a problem.
On the bright side, I've made a resolution to replace unproductive media time with less unproductive media time, aka pandora, which allows for double and triple tasking and also plays Michael Franti and Matisyahu and Sean Kingston. Which is probably healthy, cause I am a pretty tense person these days and nobody fixes that quite like the sound of sunshine, or The Coolest Song in the World according to Gabe, and definitely rap music.
(On that note, Take that, everyone who thinks I only listen to Beethoven! Aka Collin, who once didn't believe me when I told him I listened to rap music, who said in disbelief "Yeah? Name one. Who's your favorite?" His mouth dropped open a little bit when I promptly listed Sean Kingston and Akon. Seriously, how do I exhude such a goody two shoes Beethoven listening close-minded aura? feedback?)