My last post, almost 5 months ago, was about my love for Broad City. The second season premieres tonight. That’s why I had to wait so long to post again. Because I had to watch all the first season’s episodes a bunch of times. That doesn’t make sense. Whatever.
I won’t be able to see it tonight because I don’t have cable. But most likely I can buy the episode and watch it tomorrow, my birthday, so even better. Once again, I am killing it at life.
I have noticed (as have countless others whose books I have read) that I suffer due to the specific thoughts I am tormenting myself with. Regardless of how much I may be able to justify that these thoughts stem from me noticing “reality” the fact remains that it is often the thought more than the reality that is the direct cause of my suffering. So we are trying something new here, which is being called “Thought Control“. My first idea about how to implement better thoughts is to heap praise on myself for what I actually do as a substitute for being annoyed that the things I actually do prevent me from doing what I want to do. The latter definitely makes me feel bad.
It used to go like this:
Oh my Gawd! Why is it taking so long to research this hard drive? Why are all the reviews so bad? If I don’t get a hard drive today I can’t back up all the files and clear the space to edit the thing and then I won’t be able to stop working in time to make dinner and then I will stay up too late and be miserable tomorrow. Damn it!
Now it goes like this:
Oh my Gawd! You are researching the hell out of this hard drive! Way to go McCaleb. You are so conscientious! Once we find the right drive we are finally going to be able to clear space and work on that awesome project. I love working with you. You get so much done every day. Also, congratulations on going to the dentist and getting that plaque removed. You are my hero.
This new technique is way better at making me feel good. I have been working with it for a few weeks and I like it.
If any more useful rules come up, I will share them. Also, sooner or later we are going to try that Soylent that finally arrived in December (seven months after we ordered it!) and I am going to report on the experience. I am just waiting to get good and stressed enough.
This TV Show Put a Ring On It and You Are Invited to the Wedding
I have to write a dear Louie letter and even a dear Lena letter. I thought those relationships were going exceptionally well but there has been a game changer. I’m in love. If I could become monogamous with a tv show, this would be the one. Broad City.
I’m a little nervous to proclaim my love publicly as this show is super weird and I am not even recommending it unless you totally dig Louie and Girls. It has the former’s lack of formula (x3) and the latter’s emphasis on the female perspective. But what makes it awesome to me is the focus on female friendship. The two lead characters (who are also the writers/show creators) really like each other. The show is about their relationship, how they hang, what they do together, what they say to each other. This reminds me of who I was when I lived in NYC in my early 20s. I am thinking of you Schtoops.
At first, like most shows, Andy and I were watching one a night. After 
episode 3, we wanted to see the end of episode 2 again because something really funny happened. So we go to episode 2 and rather than skipping to the end, we watch it all again. And then we watch 3 all over, again. All in one night. That has never happened over here before now.
Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson are nuts. The supporting cast is more nuts. All episodes are free from Comedy Central. Here is a house favorite, Episode 6 – Stolen Phone.
http://on.cc.com/1uPnh8S via @ComedyCentral
Future Eraser – What a Waster
How did I waste my time before web surfing? I can’t remember. I’ve always read a lot so I probably just laid down and killed an hour in whatever book I was reading. Even if one hour was three hours, I was progressing through a singular creative endeavor. There was a beginning, middle and an end. Even an accomplishment of sorts, the number of books read in this lifetime went up a tick. Now I find myself unspooling yards of precious time ravenously consuming information; topical, political, gastronomical, self helpful, musical, criminal, reviewing, critiquing, criticizing, maligning, malignant and benign. A deeply unsatisfying hobby that never completes, never fulfills, makes me feel shitty and yet lures me like a cat stalking a laser pointer light. As long as I am there, I am nowhere else. Apparently I really really want that, if actions speak louder than words and what not. I can control it if I try but because I am on the computer all day, the e-portal to Future Oblivion is where I find myself when professional responsibilities end and domestic responsibilities begin. That intersection is a bitch for me. I have hard time going from virtual to physical. But wasting time web surfing is like leaving dog shit on the sidewalk of transition. The smelly remains of crap linger.
Sidewalk Face 