There's nothing more for me to expound on. That's it, an honest to goodness question. I fail to see the appeal. It's not as if actually planting something is such a fucking impossibility even if you live in a city, even if you live in an apartment, even if you live in an efficiency. In all seriousness, if a wandering vagrant wanted to grow a plant, he or she could. They could get a dixie cup, pilfer some soil, and plant some seeds using public water fountains. We are not yet entirely inept; it's possible to do this in our own homes. Great indoor plants like ivy ring topiaries or braided ficus trees. Grow a moth orchid. They're practically indestructible. Grow some basil, make your own pesto. Or other herbs. Anything! Crikey, I think I'd rather take up studying horticulture than play this game. I'd rather stand by a fence and watch cows graze. I'm certain I'd rather watch a puddle of rain dry. Modernity astounds me. There's a point, a sad, somewhat pitiful point, where technology ceases to be helpful and simply makes a mockery of us.
Dovetailing from there, in further How Insipid Can We Get developments someone recently mentioned to me something about Tweet-Peat TV, which I had until that point thankfully never heard of, having given up TV altogether. As if the programs weren't mind-numbing enough to begin with, apparently some broadcasters - Fox being the pioneer here, that beacon of erudition and thought-provoking lineups - are going to integrate Twitter into their scheduling. Because that's exactly what television is lacking, twitter updates from cast members. On the other hand, I suppose I should be grateful. If anything this reaffirms my assertion that life is majestically enhanced without television.
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