This is like being really stoned–like, too many brownies stoned– and picking apart your own mind, when a minute seems like an hour–besides a headache, you might also gain a new appreciation for rock music, or basketball, or time-travel. Pop-culture is the addiction that just keeps giving. Thank you Britney Spears, thank you Ralph Sampson, thank you Garth Brooks, thank you canned laughter. It’s all true and ironic and sarcastic and extended and a metaphor. All of it. This might best be read during a spell of insomnia…it’ll keep your mind circling around why you’re thinking the thoughts you’re thinking, and why you have thoughts, and why you answer questions, and why you talk to anyone, and why anyone talks to anyone and why anyone likes anything, and why anything anyone likes is popular, and how punk rockers are basically the same as cult-leaders, and what’s worth more than huge sums of money, and why we need icons to retain any sense of identity ourselves. This is like doing six-degrees of Kevin Bacon on thoughts. Have another cup of coffee, stay up all night. Traveling a few days into the future just might be what you need this weekend.