BY MICHAEL GOODPASTER
(FOUR) THE END OF REALITY TV
I do enjoy a few reality shows. I won’t lie. That damn Hell’s Kitchen will pull my ass right in still knowing its crappy television. I’d still trade off my own lame guilty pleasure for the entire existence of reality TV. This way I won’t have to be forced to see, read, and hear about ugly mongloids who have been in the shorts of more pro athletes than a jockstrap.
(THREE) MUSIC REVOLUTION
Music in 2011 sucks ass. It’s sad, but let’s face it… it’s true. Hip hop is a billionaire’s club lacking any grit or raw substance. Rock lost its balls completely. There is nothing to rebel against. Nothing to scream out for. Music is just sorta complacent in being just another entertainment avenue. It’s not. It’s music. I don’t think it’s crazy to think that music could still change the world. Without that kind of hope, what’s the point?
(TWO) MORE TIME
I find myself staying up later and later these days. It seems like I don’t go to sleep until 6 or 7 at the earliest anymore. I wake up around 10 or 11 and get right back to working on a project or five. I’d like to request a 30 hour day be created so I could get more done. I don’t quite understand how that’d work, but just do it. It’s my list, dammit.
(ONE) THE HEAD OF BILLY CRYSTAL
Since I can remember, I’ve always had this weird unknown hate towards actor/comedian Billy Crystal. I don’t know why or what it is. I just see him and get angry. It’s weird too because I remember being really excited to see Forget Paris when I was a kid. I thought it’d be more about basketball, but not the case. I don’t know when, but I was a young kid still making Christmas lists for Santa and my parents. My number one on these fantasy lists was always “The Head of Billy Crystal”. This “Mikey-isim” goes so long and deep that my friends still joke about it. I mean, I don’t want him dead or anything. I genuinely don’t wish him harm… but I still want his head.
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