Just Another Bitch Session

The Greedheads are ruining everything.  Not for themselves, of course, nor for their ilk, but for most people.  "Greed is good," became a catchphrase before most of you had internet, before you'd even heard, "You've got mail."  After that, you know what happened.  MBAs took over health care with one motive--maximize profit.  

I won't go through a history of corporate takeovers, though.  I'll just skip ahead.  How many streaming services do you subscribe to?  Remember the Golden Age of television?  It's gone.  The days of needing only HBO and Netflix is hardly a memory.  If there is anything at all I want to watch, I now have to subscribe to a new streaming app--Hulu, Peacock, Disney, Apple, Max. . . the list is long.  

I cut my cable awhile back, so I have not been able to watch March Madness.  This has probably saved me a lot of time, of course and isn't all bad, but my alma mater has made a run into the Final Four, and I would have liked to see that.  

I want to see "White Lotus."  Every Sunday, I get updates on what I have missed, but I have to wait until the last episode before I watch it on a one week free trial of Max.  Those who have Max, though, are pissed that they have to wait a week to watch the next episode.  What happened to Binge T.V.?

Gone.  There was more money to be made with the other model.  I think I'm ready to cut out t.v. altogether and join the ADHD Age to simply watch Instagram clips.  

Well. . . I have already begun.  

So there's my rant.  It sucks.  

I ran across this photo scrounging around on the internet.  This is precisely what I've been wanting to do.  No, not precisely.  I think that person is too obvious to photograph.  But I want to set up a backdrop someplace and take portraits like Disfarmer did in his studio.  I would love to do it at the Cafe Strange, but I've been too timid to ask.  It would, however, be, in the vernacular of "the kids," awesome.  

Spring is racing toward summer, and I wish I could do a series called "Spring Adolescence," but we all know that is never going to happen in the current climate.  I'd be butt raped by repressed incels for sure.  

Remember the scene in "On the Road" where Dean is chased by a group of boys with baseball bats for flirting with a teenage girl in some obscure playground?  Most people don't.  It is very subtly written.  

I ramble.  I just needed to keep the posts going without writing about my current condition.  Still, this ended up being another bitch session, didn't it?  

If I can scare up a smidgen of joy. . . you'll be among the first to know.