29 November 2004

I’m not commenting the movies I see anymore, or 24 (which sucks more and more each year), or Alias, or Nip/Tuck, Jeremiah or the Absolutely Fabulous seasons I had never seen; I don’t even feel like writing about Hedwig and the Angry Inch or Angels in America. Seems like my lack of blogging these days isn’t just because I have nothing to tell; I have reached another level, another evolutionary step, where information as well as sentiment can be synthesized to a couple sentences, a link and a picture. I’m beyond blogging. And fuck all the inferior lifeforms in this ecosystem.