April 29th, 2002 - 7:06 p.m.

Such tremendous laziness.

Such a lazy day. Ah, the eerie glow of television. The shopping channel. The Martha Stewart show, peddling her merchandise. The blatant sexual innuendo of cooking shows; like soft porn with the adult contemporary-esque music and intruding close ups. The condensed pop culture that is music videos. The silly cleverness of commercials. I had forgotten about all that. And it makes me laugh.

One of these days, television will be a fully commercial experience. You will settle down to watch your favorite sit com and you will think: "Hmm, that is a great coffee mug she is holding. Oh! And just look at that table!" Then, you will take your controls, click on the mug and the table, a separate window will come up directing you to the Williams Sinoma website for the mug, and to the Ikea website for the table. Your credit card number and shipping information is pre-programmed, all you need is give voice identification. All the while, you will still be watching the show. Ah, that is the great commercial dream. The good capitalist way. I cannot wait. Though I will not see it, I will not have a television. I will visit a friend's house, and marvel at the artificial brightness of the colours, the millions of things one can purchase, "made by the indigenous peoples of where ever".

Still cannot shake this crippling back ache. I think I need sex and chocolate.

N.

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