Home Is Where The Heart Is

Of course, I love The Selby. As predictable as I am, you should have figured it'd be on the top of my RSS list.

You should also know by now, i'm slow on the uptake. I like to discover things in my own time.

If something becomes a phenomenon, I turn up my nose and turn a blind eye. It's a habit. I'm not a snob, i promise. It's an involuntary reaction.

I don't think i got to rebel enough as a child, having been reared by wolves. I mean hippies. Our lines of communication were wide open and thus, nothing was ever hidden, and there was no opportunity for revolution.

And so, as an adult, my adolescence is only now kicking in. For months and months friends have been ranting about Vampires and Where The Wild Things Are and, well, you know...All those fads that seem to be widespread and growing vehemently like ivy.

And. I have a confession.

I spent yesterday evening holed up in the dark, watching half of season 1 of True Blood. And i liked it.

I don't know why. I mean, look. I watched it on my macbook, because I don't own a television, so it wasn't dynamic.

The acting, whilst hypnotic, isn't that great. And hell, it's about Vampires.

But i'm hooked.

I'm still in a little bit of shock. Oh god. I know. Delete my RSS if you're as appalled as I am. I understand. But do consider for a minute, how easy it is to become obsessed over things.

Go on. Admit it. A TV show. A t-shirt. A band. A website. A person. Another person... It can happen to you.

And that is why it's surreal and exponentially more exciting when two obsessions combine.

Here, my obsession for The Selby, and my obsession for the divine Natalie Wood mutated in one, blood sucking, feverishly grand hit.

Fangs for listening.

...Sorry. I couldn't help it.