Wizard needs food badly

A. Once upon a time, I rather liked Dilbert. I thought it was generally pretty funny and even applicable to me, who had never inhabited a cubicle. Yet slowly, like the, uh..."rainy miasma that darkens my soul," a haze of lousiness crept over it and made it not-funny.
Likewise, I recently watched via YouTube part of a recent Simpsons episode. For ten long minutes I stared at the screen, having little else to do. The animation was pretty good; I don't usually notice such things, but it's as good as it's ever been. The voice actors were familiar and I felt like I should laugh. However, IT WAS AS FUNNY AS A WEEKEND TRAVEL PACKAGE TO THE GULAG. Anyways, my point is that things deteriorate.
But not always. MST3K managed to stay funny until the end, probably thanks a lot to Mike Nelson. Futurama? Heck yeah. I haven't seen an unfunny episode of Space Ghost, though I have seen plenty that are outright malicious toward the viewer. And to complement Dilbert, we have the excellent Calvin and Hobbes.
Maybe the constant theme is that of dropping out or getting canceled before you grow stale.

2. Having listened to some songs recently (namely, "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand and "At Least I'm Not Like All Those Other Old Guys" by Five Iron Frenzy), I suddenly have a burning desire to write a bunch of music that combines disco beats with rock vocals and guitars. This, friends, would most likely be awesome.
Is there any other examples like this? First off, I'd like to listen to more of this stuff, and also I don't want to make the raddest record in the world, then look in the papers and see that everybody's already jumped on the disco rock bandwagon.

3. I'm going to Las Vegas tomorrow. It's been a while since I last went, so I'm kind of excited. It's good to see my dad, anyways; I don't like the city itself that much.
I love all of you. Except Murray.

It's not unusual...

So uh, how's everybody doing? I have a Tom Jones song (or rather, a cover by Five Iron Frenzy) in my head right now...This is cause for rejoicing.

I just finished Catcher in the Rye today, so I'm whiny and unfocused like Holden Caulfield. This brings me to my next point: I knew a fellow who would often wear an MIT sweater. He wasn't Mormon, or even Christian (I think), so it irked him somewhat when people asked him if it meant "Missionary In Training." In my imagination, it's always some gray-haired patriarchal type guy that asks this, pretty close to retirement from his high-powered company where he meets with high-powered clients to discuss high-powered business deals over high-powered lunch. Despite bein' 60ish, though, he's got some booming voice and always dresses sharply, even when he jogs.

Anyways (not to take attention away from Father Abraham), I later learned that MIT sweater fella was gay. Uh, is gay. So, to use my amazing logic powers, wearing an MIT sweater means you're gay. Everybody at MIT wears MIT sweaters. Therefore, everybody at MIT is gay. So it's good that I didn't get accepted there!!!! Because I'm homophobic!!!!

In other news, I saw my good friend Genghis Khan yesterday. He just got back from his mission; were he to wear something that said MIT on it, it really would have meant "Missionary In Training." He's just as I remember him, though; he hasn't changed much since 5th grade, when we first became friends. I guess nobody changes too much, but rather they grow. And grow he has.

Have I grown? It's been six months and change* since I returned from my own mission. And six months ago, I would have unequivocally said "Yeaaaaaaahhh!!!" But now I'm not so sure; I have to wonder if I have regressed a bit. For one thing, I tried to make myself a lot more emotionally open and honest, particularly when I was about to return. However, somehow or other I've thrown up my walls, and it's difficult to communicate again. At least I've figured some stuff out, and figuring some stuff out is fifty percent of the conflict!!!! Wahahaha!

Thank you for your read my rambling blog entry.

P.S.: I hope somebody's computer gets fixed way soon.

*Specifically, $47.59.