The first thing you are going to notice is that there is no blip posted today. The power supply for my Powerbook died on me. No access to my digital camera, no access to my photo library, so no blip. I have ordered a replacement. Believe it or not, something so small and vital has to be shipped from Taiwan. Isn’t that just amazing? Seriously, it’s just a wire and a transformer. It makes my laptop go. At this very moment, it’s on an airplane, somewhere over the Pacific ocean.
It’s a big week at the station. We are working like mad to get this new audio console installed by this Saturday night. It’s already been an adventure. In the theory of post-traumatic stress syndrome, there is an event in your life that can cause emotional trauma, leading to things like stress, anxiety, or depression. Further more, you suffer flashbacks. Certain things in everyday life can send you back to those moments that caused the stress in the first place. Every time I bump my head, pinch my finger, get a scrape on my skin, or sneeze uncontrollably from dust, I’m taken back to the days of moving KRUI. I was out of my mind, doing something I had never done before, and put that equipment back together on a wing and a prayer. I also learned a lot. I have a better idea of what I’m doing. I also know what it is that I need not to do.
Last night, I watched Single in Las Vegas. As most reality television shows do, this just made me ill. Sure, it is on the Women’s Entertainment network, and I have really no qualms with watching the said channel. It’s the people on there. Obviously, these programs look for a particular breed of human for these types of shows. In essence, it’s not true reality. At the start, you see one person as a true human being that, by some chance, you can relate to. They suck you in. At this point, as the viewer, you are one of two types. Viewer one is entranced, caught in the lie that they are watching something of merit and value in terms of entertainment. He or she can watch these people and see it as truth or simple entertainment. Like an addict, they’ll tune in next time for more. Viewer type two is able to say, “What the hell is this crap?” He or she is able to understand that there is no reality to this at all. Shaky camera footage, no sound stages, and people looking for a quick fix of fame since they can’t be an actor on stage or screen, perhaps a mid-life crisis of something they never took a chance on and wish they could have when they should really just stick to being a lawyer or doctor. Reality television. Not my bag.
Got my taxes back and will be mailing those in today. The return amount makes me very happy. It’s the one time in the year that I absolutely love the federal government. It’ll be nice to get those return checks back in the mail.