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Friday, March 18th, 2005
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10:50a - wow
Congress has times for everything these days. I mean, considering how well the country is being run, I'm not surprised. In fact, I am just thrilled as punch to see the Congress investigating steroid use in Baseball and the rights of that woman in Florida stuck in a vegetative state.
Because these are the pressing issues, my friends. The soldiers in Iraq, the budget crisis, the intelligence failures, social security, those are really back-burner issues compared to whether Sosa juiced up.
Please don't get me wrong. I don't condone steroid use. I really think that the thrill of competition is an even playing field from which prodigies emerge. If records are broken by enhanced players, the new triumphs are a bit tainted to say the least. It sort of spoils the game. Not just baseball, curling as well.
And please, my sympathies go out to this woman and her family as well. It's a tough situation all around that I don't know the right answer to, nor does anyone except the family and the doctors...
Why? Because it's none of our fucking business. If there's one thing I'd like to be able to count on from a Republican Congress, it's smaller government. So, why is this smaller government suddenly getting involved in more and more aspects of personal issues? And why isn't MLB handling their own poop?
I think it's diversionary, consciously or not. People, constituents, are tired of the crap and want Congress to clean something. They want a bright shiny something from the shitstorm in D.C. And that, my friends, is baseball.
So, I am now asking Congress to set up a comission on the Jackson trial and an exploratory comittee to decide on the proper second wife for Scott Peterson (he's already had two proposals). Write to your reps and senators! Make your voice heard. Congress needs to decide everything for everyone! Ask them to tell you when you should take a shit!
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4:02p - Teri Schiavo
Not to beat a dead horse (too much), but before they were saying that this woman was a vegetable, now they're saying she's functioning at a low level, able to breathe and swallow on her own and responsive to familiar faces.
Congress wants her to come to the Hill as well.
This all seems pretty fucked up from my point of view. I thought she was in a coma. Her parents are talking about keeping her alive for 30-40 years on feeding tubes. But she's not in a coma. She has the brain power of an 11-12 month-old. So, you have to question it a little differently I think. What would happen if an infant required a feeding tube?
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4:16p
I started a new job today. It's a pretty light-hearted environment. I wish there was some music, even classical, playing in the background, but other than that, people are pretty pleasant and the view is nice.
As I stepped downstairs today, though, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of ennui. Maybe it's my desire to impress my supervisors, or my own fears of failure, but I feel much more distant from my goals as an actor here. I feel more like I'm playing the role of a good corporate automaton. I almost anticipate going home at 5 to my house in suburbia where I will be greeted by my wife, kids, and dog. It scares the shit out of me. It's like I've stumbled in front of a tunnel with no way to go but towards death and meaninglessness.
I usually run through this scenario in my head on the way to work, relax before I get in the elevator, and go about the rest of my evening in rehearsals or what have you. I know that I am impatient for the day when my passion can be a full time job that pays. I just feel like I'm whoring myself out to corporate America for the paltry price of health care.
I hope things ease up as I go on more auditions.
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