Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Nothing to report in my balloon here, kids

Except that this might be the luckiest man alive, or the start of a new summer sport:


Okay, so I lied. The balloon boy thing -- yes, that balloon boy, the one with the mysterious flying saucer, a mysterious falling (or not) box, and a mysterious appearance on a tv show after the hoax was all but exposed (including on-cue projectile vomiting).


Now, all I'm going to say is that if you feed the animals (in this case the food is late-20th century narcissism via the construct of the reality tv show. To pull an out-of-context quote from an article in this month's Atlantic: "Is it possible that being on television was not good for these people?").


Ahem -- that parenthetical was too long, so I'll restart the thought: If you feed the animals, don't be surprised when you can't get rid of them. It's a lesson to us all.

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