out of work clowns

There's an entire industry blossoming around the working man, the non-working man, the bored stale man. It's an entertainment industry, a vehicle built to occupy us while we bore away the hours doing nothing in our seemingly pointless jobs.

I've only recently noticed this as it's come into glaring focus. I have less time of late to browse the various outcroppings of this industry. As a result, I have no idea what's going on at lonestarrunner, I'm seriously behind on reading any blogs and I've barely touched the tsn website this week.

This industry consists mostly of websites geared to distract you from the volume of grey surrounding you. Something to keep your gaze so you don't notice your life crawling by your cube on all fours. It's a tv in the minivan driving you to your midlife crisis.

"Oh, I love this movie, how thoughtful of you to have a tv in the minivan, where are we headed again?"

"Next stop is your midlife crisis."

"That's great."

"Sorry, we do have to make a stop or two on the way. Nothing serious, divorce, misery, alcoholism again, and I believe two stops for death."

"Is this the one with Julia Roberts in it? Ocean's something?"

"Ocean's Twelve, yes."

"Great, thanks."