blergging in the blog

So. I feel compelled to speak out in defense of the mundane.

I enjoy fast food. I love the deep-fried goodness of french fries from somewhere socially, morally, and nutritionally unredeemable.

I love movie popcorn with an almost religious ferver. And I don't just love the movie popcorn. I will sit in a dark theater and watch all manner of crap just for the experience of, well, nothing more than just that.

I love having the same thing for breakfast every morning, and picking it up on my way to work. I have a coffee maker. I have a toaster. I have sugar, and milk, and cream cheese. I have bagels. But I love that morning ritual of stopping, and getting my coffee and bagel from the magic little window in the wall next to my car.

I watch way too much tv. I do the work I bring home in front of the tv. I just like having it on, and it's often on from the time I get home until the time we go to bed. I feel so fine and upstanding when I do something else instead...but, boy oh boy, the shiny moving people in the box are fun to watch.

I read trashy magazines with gusto. No, not the super-duper trashy kind...just the kind with tips on making the most of your less-than-runway-ready butt and figuring out just how compatible you are with your significant other. I also love the ones with long analytical articles about the plots (and subplots) of prime-time television shows: Two guilty pleasures in one! And I think that magazines with literary pretentions are just a waste of a perfectly good genre. If I want to think, I'll read an actual book.

ok. enough gazing at my navel.