Yikes!

I just turned on the television to the end of an episode of the show "COPS!" A 70-odd year old woman was speaking angrily with two police officers as her ~12 year old grandson--slumped in a chair, stroking a gray cat. This boy has been disrespectful to the point that the grandmother wants the police to quote "give his ass a good whippin," but must settle for the assurance from one of the cops that she has the right to do that herself.

The events of the episode are no what warrants the title of this post, but the fact that I recognized the episode tells me that I might be watching too much TV. I also noticed that there wasn't anything interesting on TV this evening, and yet I'm still watching. It just goes to show how TV runs our lives, at least in our free time. Ah well--I know I'll really be in trouble when I have to resort to watching "I Love New York" on VH1, but hopefully I'll have beaten myself unconscious out of boredom before that happens.

Pink Floyd, "Brain Damage"

"The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon"