I am a child of television. Fortunately, there is no real way to determine how many hours of my life I have spent sitting in front of a glowing box, being pummeled by the old cathode rays. I am afraid that if I knew how many moments were wasted watching shitty sitcoms rather than taking in a sunset while walking along the beach, I would be incredibly disappointed with myself… Well, that is a total lie, but it sure does make it sound like I have more depth. Continue Reading


















