A FAMOUS TELEVISION PUNDIT confesses to us that hate and vitriol has become his way of life. He manifests a negativity that haunts his own mind. He wants sympathy. This is a story about energy.
TOMORROW I FLY TO DENVER where I am covering the Democratic National Convention as an Officially Credentialed Blogga. Yours truly will be hefting his videocamerasuavamente and like a cyberxicanistic Zorro, parrying his slim and svelte iPhone in hopes of capturing the Riot Cops using thier New Diarrhea Guns on the unruly. Then, on September 1, I’m off to St. Paul to cover the RNCC. Tap into this Neztronica. Here’s how.
WE IMAGINED THE TELESCREEN and got the Essence right. But the Symbol we did not. We didn’t see that we’d not have them as TVs, but as computers. And we imagined them bolted down. And we never imagined they wouldn’t be mandatory, but sought after as prizes and status symbols. And we didn’t imagine we’d not try to slip out of their sightline, as Winston did, but that we would strip down naked and dance in front of them at nearly every opportunity.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
