So it's a full moon tonight.
I love writing when the moon is full. For some reason, it makes me feel like it. I can take my laptop outside and sit on the deck, watching the moon turn the woods into silver threads against the horizon and always--always--a new story nudges its way into my brain.
Probably not tonight though.
I think I have lost ten IQ points inthe last hour. Why, oh why, did I let my husband convince me to watch "I Survived A Japanese Game Show???" Holy crap--it just makes me cringe to see these people making fools of themselves like that. Tonight they played a game called "Big Chicken Butt Scramble."
How do you look at yourselves in the morning after LOSING a game called that?
"Big Chicken Butt Scramble." Somewhere over in Japan, World War II vets are sitting together pissed off.
"We lost to people like that?"
Yeah, hate to admit it to you, but--you did. Your bad.
I just don't get this new urge for self-humiliation, for public spectacle, and for lubing yourself down with oil, rolling in feathers, and then trying to sit on big balloons to burst the egg filling out of them! And on top of it, these people are taking this 'game' seriously!
The $250,000 prize money probably has something to do with it.
*sigh* I guess I'll never be able to survive a Japanese game show. Unfortunately, neither will my Muse--at least not tonight.