Searchin'...Searchin' every whiiiich waaay.....
(of course, that's a line from the song "Searchin'", a 50's hit by the Coasters...)

I don't know why I subject myself to all of the gloomy TV I watch, but I'm not the only one. I've been watching things like "Forensic Files" and "Cold Case Files" on such networks as Court TV and A&E...those networks seem to think that people will be morbidly fascinated with all of this true crime stuff. And it is fascinating, in a weird way. And, as proof, CBS has evidently noticed this tendency among viewers, and as such, "CSI: Miami" is one of the top shows on TV. Just lately, I watched a 5-hour "CSI marathon"...and the show is indeed pretty good. Shows such as the two I enumerated above often showcase crimes in which investigative activity gets suspended, because all of the detectives' leads have run out, and there's nowhere left to go. Then, maybe 5 or 10 or 20 years later, another detective will open those "Cold Cases", do some re-investigating, and perhaps succeed in solving the cases, what with new advances in DNA research or whatever. Some cases probably never get solved. But the search keeps going on, until some conclusion is arrived at.

Let's do a 360-degree shift and talk about baseball players. There have been some really great players down thru history who have never been on a World Series team, or on a team that never won the Division championship. A LOT of those players have been Seattle Mariners, and will continue to be unless some severe serendipity takes place. But these players just keep on chasing the dream, going back, going back, going back, season after season, hoping they'll realize their ultimate dreams of going all the way. Football can be the same way. Case in point: Dan Marino. A truly gifted quarterback, who played for the Miami Dolphins for a lot of years. Marino had one of the quickest releases and most powerful throwing arms in football. All for nada, because he never went to a Super Bowl. As a matter of fact, Marino himself only ran for about 35 yards in his whole career. That mystifies me...how can a long-time offensive player only run 35 yards total in all that time? And, another long-time player, Fran Tarkenton, that famous old quarterback, never won a Super Bowl.

So, dreams are difficult to realize, if we succeed in realizing them at all. We get up day after day, searching for some kind of ultimate realization in our dreary mundane lives, half the time not even knowing why we do what we do. Still, we keep on keepin' on. I guess it's a manifestation of the human condition. But, futility is not just limited to us human "beans", as is exemplified by the dog in the picture below...


One could say I've reached new 'heights' in my satire of www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/hbo fotos. Or not...

Little Snoopy. One of my favorite characters. While all of the "Peanuts" madness goes on around him, he revels in his "dogness" and tries his best to live his dreams. You might remember all of those Snoopy records by the Royal Guardsmen that were released in the 60's; in the last one, "Snoopy's Christmas", the Red Baron forces Snoopy to land behind enemy lines on Christmas. Snoopy thot he was done for, but instead, the Cursed Red Baron breaks out a bottle of champagne and they both drink a holiday toast. Snoopy then gets back in his plane and roars off...knowing that he and the Red Baron will meet again one day.
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My dream for this blog? That, maybe one day, I can get the whole thing to make some sort of sense; 'till then, I'll just keep shoving words together to see what happens.