lenny bruce, david brent, and rev. lovejoy

i've spent the better part of the afternoon doing two things--watching the office and listening to lenny bruce "live at carnegie hall" the snow has been steady and consistant. i have been thinking about a lot of things today, namely the concept of normal.

a couple of days ago i had company over to the apartment and they spent a good part of the time here taking in the living room. basically my living room is full of books, movies, and music--like a thrift store with a matching couch and chair. there are also comic books, posters on the walls, and simpsons action figures hanging out. i could tell whatever conversation we were having was almost secondary to the actual sensory processing going on. at the end of the night, jay and i were talking about it.

he understood the vibe i was getting, "hey somebody came over to our place when we first moved in and said my room reminded them of a little boy's room--not exactly what i was going for."

is it childish to be living like this? it never dawned on me that having these things out was odd or out of place, but i guess it is in a way. did i forget i was nerd? i mean, all my friends have shit like this out and about in their apartments--is it just a product of the subcultre i am a part of? how lame is that? and it's not a hipster-vibe i'm dropping here--i am not weezer-sheik at all. i've been this lame for years, even before it was a comercially viable path for up and coming rock bands. being dorky sans the irony. . .

i did learn an important lesson from this; however, whatever hole i've been living in culturally, i am going to stay in it. there is so much to be self-conscious about in the ever-encrouching march to maturity (bonus points for the catholic inertia) that having lionel hutz hanging near a lamp means nothing. it's like our version of pier one bric-a-brac, right?

there's no moral to the story here kids, just some awkward bastard rambling on--hell if you are reading a blog to find universal truths maybe you shouldn't be sitting at the big kids' table on christmas day.