half the time, I don't even know what the heck I'm talking about

The following program is brought to you by a distraction in the brainwave pattern caused by public television. Be warned that it's random. Very random. And change directions quickly.

I was watching NCIS last night and during the commercial brake, there was a picture of a perfect lettuce (unfortunately, overwhelm by the perfect lettuce, I have no idea what the commercial was about) sitting on a counter of some sort.

My brain told me that lettuce looks a lot like a brain. Except it would be like, vegan!brain. Not that the brain is a typical item for human oral consumption, but yeah. Lettuce. The vegetarian's brain. (which is not The Brain of a vegetarian, by the way)

What is the fascination with human anatomy on television? I mean look at all the show on primetime. You have doctor shows, forensic science shows and boobs flesh&skin shows. That's pretty much it. Now, you might argue that there are also war shows, but I consider that doctor show as well, due to injury wounds contents. Or should I say the treatment of the said injury wounds.

CSI, Criminal Minds, Numb3rs, etc. The six thousand creative ways to kill people and how they were caught. So, not only do I get to learn how to skin a cat, I also learn how to avoid cutting myself in the process, from the previous examples.

Do I seriously need that much information? No, I doubt it.

I don't know. I guess I feel a little mind-raped. I don't like gruesome images. It sticks in my brain. Unless, I went into the deal knowing what I'm about to see. Alright, brain, we are about to see zombie movie, all the rotten corpse are the great works of a team of make up artist. Oooh, look at how real the bone looked. Okay. I'm prepared. I can deal.

It's when there are trailers of creepy movies and stuff that flash sequence of images that – in my opinion, designed to stick in your brain and activate your imaginations – pops out during commercial brakes that agitate me. It's when I started to fill-in-the-blanks with the "worst case scenario" that the whole deal went south. After all, I know my own fear more than any advertisement dream-team can come up with. Their job – if succeed - is to open the door, and rushed in, all the boogiemen I've ever know.

This is the age of information. You can find practically anything on-line, via google or whichever search monkey of your favor. I think in the near future, some teenagers may be able to perform brain surgery at home via a guide on the internet.

Hmm, I wonder if I can find a comparison table of nutrients provided by lettuce vs. the brain.

Next time, spoil me rotten, or, how jumpy scenes scared me into psychotic state.

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Confused-us said, "The two ends of the spectrum are not opposite extremes but merely two things that link up to form a complete circle."

PS - Gorram, how I love my new icon! ::squeez::