A beautiful day; some sort of balancing out for the delayed springtime. A low self-esteem; some sort of yingyang for the flood of things done. Alliteration, assonance, similes tripping off the tongue like yowls from a cat in heat. Speaking of whom, she sits there, watching the birds, stalking them from the window, waiting to burst through the screen and plummet to the ground, unless she can grab hold of a particularly strong finch who will keep her aloft...

How much TV really is worth watching? How much can we be entertained by other people's lives? And you start to realize; we are the punch-line. And there is no drama more poignant than real life. Even without the laughtrack and the soundtrack and the 30-second tugs at our wallets every 7 minutes or so. What is it that makes us susceptible to television? Or are we simply afraid of having too many moments in life without a script? Have all the thinkers and dreamers and madmen gone away, or are we just too glued to the screen to notice them?

Concepts to sell: Rainbow kleenex (the kids'll love it). Picture frames that allow you to insert a page of text or whatever in the background. Waterproof paper holders for showers, so you can wash and read at the same time (great for last minute studying). I have a wind-up mouse. I want a wind-up squirrel that twitches its tail. How about fan blade art? Looks good just sitting there, and can also be fun to watch when it is spinning. College texts (novels, for instance) with more extra space in the margins for taking notes.

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