Shut Up And Listen 50 A Week In The Life Of . . . It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m trying to think of what to write about this week. It is a beautiful day out as I sit in my day-old inflatable chair in my room, laptop on my lap, listening to OK Computer by Radiohead. This week hasn’t been that eventful, really. Same old, same old, really. On Monday it was rather warm for February: about 5-10°C. Add that it was a “dress down” day at school (no uniforms), it was pretty cool. Tubby Bitch, Mr. Anarchy, Psycho Niner Chick and I went to KFC for lunch, where I got some tasty popcorn chicken. The lovely couple acted like a typical couple, except where most couples are lovey-dovey, they hit each other. Oh, that’s right, I never mentioned that Mr. Anarchy and Psycho Niner Chick are going out. They are. Most days they don’t seem like anything more than friends, but on Monday you could tell they were a couple. Love was in the air. Springtime, when a guy’s friendship turns to spilling potato salad on his girlfriend in a KFC restaurant. Went home that night and wrote one of my most well-received Let Me Tell You columns—which you can read at the Forum, hint, hint—while watching TV. Boston Public was interesting, as it dealt with the word “nigger” and its use. What some of the characters were talking about on the show, using the word in a flattering manner to take away the stigma and such is something I’ve been advocating for swearing. I hate people who get pissed off because I use the word fuck or shit or any of them. At one point I thought of them as “dirty words” too, but do you know why I don’t anymore? Do you know why I see them as just words? Because I’ve been exposed to them enough to know that. I must hear swear words an uncountable amount of times in any given day, so they mean nothing to me other than what they are. On Tuesday nothing happened that I can remember, except I finished issue one of The Atlantians. The Atlantians is the comic that I submitted a proposal for to Com.X Comics back in January. Two days after sending it via e-mail I got a response from them asking for the first arc planned out, character descriptions for the first arc and ten pages of script. I sent that in a few weeks back. Haven’t heard whether or not they’re going to do it, but they’ve been busy there, or so I read on Newsarama this week. The highlight of Wednesday was the combination of a shorter schoolday and the presentation I was supposed to have in drama. Oh, and I decided to enter a playwriting contest that could land me a clean hundred bucks and my play published. Ten minutes (ten pages) and to enter all I have to be is a high school student. So I spent most of my second period spare debating what to write about. I narrowed it down to three options: one of the stories I plan to put in my graphic novel What A Good Boy: The Story Of A Teenager In Like; a play I started a while ago called Requited; or an adaptation of Am I Evil? The only condition is that I have to make the main character a teenager, which I think could work pretty damn well. Thursday got me thinking about TV. Fox pisses me off. I watched two reruns of Family Guy (not that I’m complaining) when I could have been watching a rerun of Family Guy and a rerun of The Tick. The Tick, if you are not aware, was the live action adaptation of the comic book of the same name. It was a satirical look at superheroes and was funny as hell. It starred Puddy from Seinfeld, too, as The Tick. But Fox, being the geniuses they are, put it on at 8:30 on Thursday nights. Is it a surprise its ratings weren’t that good? Now The Tick has been cancelled because of their mistake. This isn’t the first show Fox has made and then decided to kill. They’ve tried repeatedly to kill Family Guy, but because of viewer demand for this cartoon that makes The Simpsons look like crap it has been brought back to some shitty time slot in an effort to kill it for good. Futurama is the latest victim of that practice, except it may not return. Fox has no ordered any new shows for next season because of who knows what. The show must get good ratings for its time slot in Fox’s Sunday night line-up that dominates the evening without question (why do other networks even try?). No, this show, which is also better than The Simpsons currently, is being killed because of Fox’s incompetence. The show is the only one that is consistently pre-empted for football. No wonder some people have stopped tuning in. Essentially Fox has itself to blame for its problems, but its us, the viewers that suffer. Friday was a great day, as I didn’t go to school. Only had Algebra & Geometry, and really didn’t feel like getting up for it. Instead I woke up at nine, went online, had a shower, watched Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back on the comp and ate lunch, cleaned the bathroom, and then received a cool gift from my mom: an inflatable chair to replace my broken leather one. It was rather uncomfortable at first, but I think I’ve broken it in and now I love it. Hell, writing feels more like writing now that I have it and have my laptop on my lap. And, finally, today I got my hair cut. Same old, same old.