Case of the Mondays

Every Monday night it is a struggle to crank out news, whilst a show that I watch weekly comes on.

A couple of months ago it was 24. The last couple of weeks it has been Gotham, a show that is a portrayal of Bruce Wayne growing up without his parents that were killed in a robbery.

For those who don’t know (spoiler alert) Wayne ultimately becomes the caped crusader affectionately named Batman.

After the first two episodes, I have got to say, I didn’t expect the show to be so dark, but I love the plot, which shows James Gordon a new cop in Gotham trying to clean up the corruption.

Literally five minutes after I got done watching Gotham, I flipped through the five or six channels on my television set and noticed, it was easy to get back to work.

While trying to watch a random music show called iHeart radio, I was re-introduced to the crappy world of pop music cultivated by a brand new Will.i.am. song entitled “Born to Get Wild.”

It started with a less than simple verse of about ten words and the chorus over and over again was yodeled, “we were born to get wild.”

And those in the crowd were going crazy.

Dumbest thing I ever saw and heard.

Millions of our kids will buy the album… Oh, America.

Singers and pop tarts are a dime a dozen and the generation of music contest shows annoys me, which is one reason I dislike American Idol and The Voice.

I’M SICK OF ALL THE YODELING!!! GET OFF OF MY TELEVISION!!!

I then changed the channel to Sleepy Hollow, which seems like a good show for those into Science Fiction but it wasn’t my cup of tea. I could tell because if a decent show is on, I won’t be able to work until the commercial comes on.

Those that know me know that I may or may not have a serious case of attention deficit, while others are focused on the task at hand, I can get distracted by anything.

The thing I get most distracted by are flying insects.

If I see or hear a fly in my office I will cover my cup of coffee with a piece of paper and will not get back to work until that fly (or mosquito) is vanquished.

I hate bugs, especially ones that suck your blood. I know it’s their thing to suck blood, but my train of thought is, what gives them the right?

I secretly am becoming more in love with the idea of winter only because those turds will freeze and I will live bite free.

There is nothing like having peace of mind and you can’t have that while ten Culex mosquitoes are chomping on your arm in unison.

I bought a pair of shorts, which in Phillips County is a terrible idea, because you invite every mosquito to a buffet.

Might as well wear them this winter. Don’t judge me, we are not on the Voice.

One of these days instead of complaining about pop culture and it’s crappy shows, I will break down and get satellite. Then and only then will I be reunited with my third love… ESPN. And my fourth love, the NFL Network. Then I can complain more about how pro athletes are overpaid.