No TV Please

I noticed something only a few minutes ago. I went to visit some friends who live in the same building as me. I had just wanted to ask a question and to see what they were up to. I walked in and they were all sitting around watching the moving picture box. I stood at one end of the room and asked the question, I was looking for a ride to the soccer game tomorrow, and they dident have a difinitive answer, but they all kept right on looking at the moving picture box. As I left I felt that I would have spent more time there had the moving picture box been off, or if it had not been the center of attention. Now I realize that I wade into this debate that has raged for decades and I come with a history of not having the moving picture box, so I think that I might be a little biased, but I stand by the fact that I also enjoy watching moving picture box shows on my computer. I do not however enjoy watching the moving picture box while too many people are in the room. I love talking to friends. Infact earlier this eve I chatted with some friends for a few hours and in the course of that chatting I learned how to use a straight razor. Hows that for informative conversation. And yes we did learn this by huddling around a computer screen, but we conversed and we then decided to learn this age old art of straight razoring. Back to my original beef with the moving picture box. Walking into a room full of good friends to have them half stare back at you and half watch the moving picture box was a little surreal, but I guess thats where we live. I myself refuse to own a moving picture box, but have toyed with the idea of getting a projector in the hopes that films and other such informative media will be shown on it. On a side note, I have rediscovered my love of documentry films. Back to the original thought, I think I would have to credit my parents with my unusual distaste for the moving picture box. We never had one in our house, except for some Christmas breaks, and some birthdays, but we would only rent it for a short period of time. So what would I do instead of watching such shows as Home Improvement and Inspector Gadget, which I watched at others houses? I would often catch myself in my own little world enjoying the beauty of a vibrant and wild imagination. I will now credit a great deal of my imagination to Adventures in Odyssey the famed young adults show from Focus on the Family. I would wander the streets and ride my bike all the time in search of new and exciting adventures. Without the moving picture box I found ways of filling my life, and one of them was reading. Its a good thing I was/am a slow reader because it can fill so much of my life without me having nothing to read. In conclusion I feel that I will never own a moving picture box, but may own a projector with with I will watch shows and films of consequence. Now for a second observation. This I noticed the other day. I was walking home from my job at a major telecom company and was walking near a LRT station (LRT = Light Rail Transit) when I noticed that the new concrete they had just put in was actually painted white. When I say white I really mean to say that it was white, it is now a gross kinda browngreyesque color that really is nothing close to the original white. I can see how they must have thought that the white would be great, but in reality, it was the worst choice they could have made. Normal concrete does look horrible after a while, but it is a greyesque color to begin with so really it does't matter that much. I feel as though those making decisions for the building should think ahead and not about how it will look when done, but what it will look like in the future. And those is my concerns on this eve of glorious weather in Cowtown. Did you know that weather records were broken a few days ago with the amazing warm front that is perched upon Calgary, I do enjoy the beauty of clear skys, but I welcome the onset of winter and the cozy warmth that can be found admist the cold that will be here in a few days I am sure. Good night, good warmth, and good tidings.