n'est pas

Hours of depressing television last night, relentless I tell you, by one am they were outlining the way the world ends and by that time I wanted to say like elvis costello hurry-down-doomsday cause we're just one giant mess of genocide and drugs and fossil fuels and natural disasters but instead I started one of the david foster wallace short stories and I really like his tangents on nothing.
This is all to say that I have not smiled since around eight pm last night and maybe it's all that imagery or maybe it's because I was asked why I kept smiling and even if it was sarcasm maybe it was thrown around too haphazardly for me. Oh ok it's sandwich time.
Control Room was really informative, especially if you know very little about Al Jazeera.