Wanderlust

Since I am not permitted to fly & my family panics when I speak of renting a car & driving any great distance, I feel I am under house arrest. I might as well have a monitoring ankle bracelet on, I'm imprisoned. Dr. "pulmonary pontificator" Goldstein says I have to be on oxygen 24/7 & should stay home-bound for at least 3 more weeks. This sucks. Normally I would stay for one week, then take off & pretend I misunderstood his wishes, but my son was there for the last appointment & is watching me like an Attica guard. I have no choice but to sit here sucking up O2 & staring out the window, sighing occasionally.

While serving my sentence, I have tried to find some sort of entertainment on Television. What a futile exercise that is, in the summer. Big Brother 8 is a total disappointment because they have put stupid people in the house who will look good in bikinis & become sexually attracted to each other.....not a Chicken George in sight. Don't they know that the diversity between interesting people makes for a much more interesting show? Apparently not, since they've followed the same moronic casting plan as The Real World. We get 5 weeks of dweebs flexing their muscles & females putting on lip gloss. I would like to see them deprive the housemates of food for a few weeks then, just as they're deciding who to eat first, throw Julie Chen in there for them to feast on. Now that would be entertaining.

I've watched a lot of very bad movies, too many to name. It is easier to name one of the few good ones.....Black Snake Moan. Catch a load of Samuel L. Jackson in that quirky little masterpiece, he rocks. There is a fascinating little film noir called The Dead Girl, an indie treat.

There is also good old faithful Hoyle Wordox for entertainment. It seems to be limping along nicely, with the same group of devotees. I like the graphics, I like the people, I like the format. I will make it through this period when medical science has temporarily clipped my wings & encaged me in a corn field. I could make a run for it, but I wouldn't get far while dragging a tank of air. My son is threatening to get a stun gun to keep me in line. In a week or so I will go insane & start speaking in tongues. I need mobility.....or at least better television.