People suck and that's my contention

First of all, and most importantly, the cable is still out here at the BC dot C Coprorate Headquarters. Fisher, who I haven't seen in 6 years now, apparently showed up at some point last week (him and his new Puerto Rican child, in matching suits) and told D-COY that we could have it turned back on, except... not only do we owe them for just, you know, the past month, but pretty much the entire time we've been living here. Shit.

Fortunately though, for the 5 or 6 people who are still interested, I'm going to go over to my parents' house and actually watch this week's episode of the Real World and write about it rather than just watching a little bit of it and going off on some drunken, tangential screed the way I did last week, even though this week's episode probably won't be worth watching either.

Also, I've been toying around with the idea of having each week here at the BC dot C revolve around some general idea or topic from now on. So where as last week was Make An Example out of Somebody Week, this week I'm going to be focusing on the dark poetry of the one and only Bill Hicks. It won't be nearly as amusing as last week, but it should be educational for the youth, and that's really what it's all about anyway, right? I pulled out some of my old copies of his albums, which I'll be reviewing provided they still work and I'll try to find some other interesting shit to write about the man, depending on how motivated I'm feeling. Should be good times.