Emotional Hangover Fatwa #20 For My Friends

....lord knows how i still have any at all, much less two. stay with me a little longer; i can be better.
meantime, hey: i'm an asshole, but i'm your asshole.

and let's face it: maybe blogging is a consumption of mental real estate, but so is all the shit already discussed here. what right does dorito's or "extreme antiquing" have to consume actual physical space in my neurons? you are right to be irked by all of this, because the answer is obviously, none whatsoever. in fact, i'll reiterate what i've said for years: every time an ad jingle or sitcom teaser or catchphrase enters your head without your permission, using up real storage space and vital neurotransmitters (some of the body's most expensive chemicals to manufacture), they owe you rent. i'll say it again: GEICO OWES YOU RENT.

this is getting into another topic, but it's still relevant to my apology because it is, in short, part of why i was wrong, why talking about this stuff is not totally useless. first step, diagnosis: our mental environment is now almost entirely owned. maybe this was always true to some extent, but quantitative differences can become qualitative, and we now live in an economy built on the idea that, like public school students watching "channel 1," we should sit in our seats and consume what's on the screen, be sent to the principal's office if we try to remix the pizza hut ads or turn off the tv.

but i digress: bless my friends, that i have any at all. you are magnificent, noble sunsabitches. let's face it: you've kinda had to be, all these years.

and regarding the mental real estate issue, on to #21.