I am severely depressed today.

I may have to double post for the next couple of days or retroactively post. :(

Dashing and daring, courageous and caring.

I hate my job.

What is it about people that, upon entering a store, they become helpless, stupid, frantic, entitled, and angry children?  The entire idea behind retail, food service, anything that's at the bottom of the supply chain is that it's supposed to be foolproof, easy, and efficient.  The rational players that I read about and grew to love in Economics are nowhere to be found in America's stores.  People whine, people yell, people barter, all in the hopes of making me crack, which sucks for them, because I really don't, unless I find it more hurtful to the company that doles out such a piss-poor wage.  I'm really not paid enough to care about their petty problems and, while I definitely could, I'm not technically trained to deal with them, so I have what I consider to be a pretty valid excuse.
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In lighter news, I have just finished the second season of Dexter, at the behest of my roommate and since my newfound Internet interests don't take up as much time as I'd like, I'd thought I'd kill the spare moments with the show about a serial killer who kills serial killers.  To her credit, I watched my first episode over at my friend Alex's house.  The thing I love the most about this show and wish to talk about right now, is the amazing use of dramatic irony.  Through the mismatch between Dexter's inner monologue and the external dialogue arises some of the funniest moments in the show.  Also Debra.  Debra is freaking hilarious.
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Tomorrow, I will talk about how bad I suck at relationships.

It's log! It's log! It's big, it's heavy, it's wood.

The 90's were my golden age, but it was my childhood, so I suppose that would be true for anybody, unless you're having the best adulthood, which I am not, but I'm happy for you.  Anyway, this was, incidentally, the Silver Age of Cartoons (definitely for Disney and WB and Hanna-Barbera; I'm probably forgetting others), probably the Golden Age for Nickelodeon, with their institution of "Nicktoons".  Elsewhere, you had the emergence of the Disney Channel and Disney Afternoon shows, with a good blend of original material and movie-based TV shows, few of which were ever allowed to last more than 65 episodes, in an effort to keep the big D fresh and innovative.  Warner Brothers was making its return with its own channel as well, giving us kids "Tiny Toon Adventures", "Animaniacs", and "Freakazoid".  Cartoon Network debuted giving us this wonderful library of classics in addition to its "World Premiere Toons", which later became "What a Cartoon!", which later became "Cartoon Cartoons", most of which now air on "Boomerang".  In spite of what I may say in later posts, it was probably the happiest time in my life and most of the reason why I spend my days off streaming any number of these classic shows.  Also, I'm going to apologize for my horrendous use of commas.  I did learn the 18 rules in the 7th grade, but that hasn't stopped me from overusing and misusing them, like Charlie in "Flowers for Algernon".

Why did I write this?  Ah, yes!  My eternally futile quest for happiness always seems to send me to anything that possibly made me crack a smile at least once before and I suppose I like spouting off random facts about the 90's, pretending that I'm the voice or the echo of the Millenial generation, although most would agree that today's shows are pretty awful.  The members of Generation Y can safely say this without ironic retribution from previous generations, because we also have a fond appreciation of the classics.

I'll try and plan better blogs and avoid the semi-stream-of-consciousness style.

Do female androids use iPads?

Hi, my name is James R. Murray.  It is my sincere hope that, in the short term and the long run, that you find my blog entertaining, emotionally moving, and thought provoking.  If, in the end, nothing has made you laugh, cry, or think, then I haven't done my job, which I'm not paid to do, but still hope to accomplish to the best of my ability.

I look forward to hearing everything you have to say, breaking it down, discerning the various patterns, recompiling it and helping you (whoever you are: the person, the entity, the world) move forward.  I only ask that you keep me accountable.  I need to be told to do this daily and I need to be criticized so that I can continue to grow as a person and an artist.

Without any further adieu, ladies and gentlemen, my blog.