Reconciled with football. After 15+years of avoidance because of the mindless aspect of spectatoring, football jumped to the A list thanks to the epileptic-like mental state the DVR fast forwarding has been inducing. So the old excitement of 1st downs, scores, great runs and catches is back - - but the mofo commercials !! Tradeoff; epileptic seizure or watching the Nissan stretch one more time. Solution: mute the commercials and have a brief but savory conversation until the game is back. Concept: those glasses that are really HD monitors wirelessly connected to Google TV and when the commercials come on, switch imput to cakefart.com or whatever puts the goo in your gucci. As this pap bursts from my mind I wonder when I will ever curl up with a can't put down novel again. My soul has been long time psychedelicized and now it's also digitized. Thank God for tactile and texture, walking on a cloud of bulbous sweater puppies feeling them squish through the toes. Time and more time with my beige boudoir buddy, skirting scandal, relishing Barbara Mandrell doing a Kwell commercial muted, courtesy of Archie Bell and the Drells. When the going gets tough break out the Jujubes and take it from "football's back" to appreciate how different the stream is before the 1st sip of shiraz. No blisters on these fingers!