Blogging = Jogging = Internet Dating = Working

"If you don't gosub a program loop you'll never get a sub-routine".

Howdy doodily doo.

The admirable Kryten probably didn't know quite how accurate the mechanoid erm, race, were with this saying. In sum, I suppose it translates as "Nothing ventured, nothing gained" and to take it further "It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees".

Ok. Enough of the Red Dwarf quotes (there are much better ones but these are currently apt).

I should probably give the synergies between them and then explain. Or not explain.

They are all visceral, soul destroying processes

They all provide a need to look at things a bit differently

They all require enough input to make it worthwhile

They are all areas I have l found recent comfort

They all make me ache the next day

Let me say Internet dating (or “dating” as its probably known these days) has been a massive confidence booster for me. A person who, at the moment, deserves to remain nameless (I owe it to her to preserve her confidentiality), has restored my confidence in the female-woman gender. 

Running has made me a stronger person (in many ways). 

Blogging has helped me formulate thoughts and words ‘n tha’ that probably makes me an insufferable person to talk to. I’ve enjoyed it so much I have started a sister-blog which is actually more of a forum. I’m not going to tell you about it yet. Need to wait a bit until I’m confident enough to show it to actual people I may know. It’s very popular, though.  Right now 96 views in less than 24 hours.

What I have learned over the last 6 months and few years is that it is never too late. Just get involved.

Would anyone like any toast?

GRRRRRRRRRR

Ho hum. Internet Dating seems to be synonymous with Bi-polar disorder. Yes. Like the idiot that I am I have signed up for something or other. My first experience was greeted with a massively harsh rejection. From a conversation that she pretty much started I was rejected because I asked if she "wanted to chat".

Mental.

Oh well. All good fodder for the blog, I suppose.

And the nonsense continues....

Could this BE any more of a Bazinga

"On a long enough timeline the survival rate for everyone drops to zero". This is also apparently true of sitcoms.

When The Big Bang Theory started it was considered (by me, at least) to be a quite niche and hilarious comedy. Its appeal came from an inventive and almost unique array of characters, interactions and comedy that you felt that only you and a few others were privy to. The personal feeling was, of course, not true and it soon  became apparent when it became a global hit.

The curse-phrase for any t.v show is "Jumping the Shark" (after The Fonz in Happy Days highlighted the shows' nadir by literally jumping a shark). It seems ironic and counter-intuitive that a successful show has stumbled upon this by morphing into one of the most successful shows ever. Friends.

OK. I get it. All tv shows, especially in the U.S. are basically a punt and when they become profitable (usually around the 100 episode mark) they kick back and relax. But it seems that the TBBT staff got to this point and started to crap themselves. Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady turned into David Crane and Marta Kaufman.

I have evidence.

In no particular order:

In one episode, Howard becomes more effeminate due to an Oestrogen cream and gets offended at the assumption he is "male". This is mirrored by Chandler's use of subliminal tapes to help him quit smoking. What he was actually was listening to was a tape telling him to be a "...strong, confident woman".

In another, Penny pulls out a box of meaningless crap which demonstrates how romantic she actually is. When Ross and Rachel had one of their big splits guess what happens, Rachel pulls out a box of meaningless crap that proves she's romantic.

In the latest shocker Penny finds out she is actually inadvertently married and needs to get it annulled. Sound familar? Ross? Rachel? Vegas?

I have tonnes more but you get the point. Jumping the Shark is synonymous with breaking even. As soon as the producers realise they have something to lose they lose all sense of identity and start pandering to "what the public want". A show, secure in its cult status gets handed a ticket to the Premier League and bottles it on arrival.  

I've wanted to make this post for a while but, after Thursday's episode, The Thanksgiving Decoupling, I felt something needed to be said.

Not annoyed, TBBT, just disappointed (and that's the worst of all).

I'd like to say I had to research any part of this post but, unfortunately, its just in my head. 10, 15 years on.