Interception of last-minute memo telling me to progress (I perform a surgical operation on myself)

I have a new technology. I have a new found love for things like this. I try to live and breathe it. The system is called "U-verse" and it's an optical signal that streams into my home that not only provides me with this online capability, but also the ability to draw from a seemingly infinite pool of programming. Great.

Last night I sat down to watch Vision Quest. It reminded me that all quests in the present have become much to complex and suffer from multiple distractions. There's too much information available. In '85, you could grab a tape player, pop a Red Rider tape in it, and do just about any god damned thing you set your mind to, or so the movie makes it seem. Isolated from all information, you could have the ultimate Vision Quest experience. Now this is all but impossible. Nonetheless, I'm purchasing a rubber suit today, running at least 10 miles, and will start searching for someone named "Shoot" that will wrestle me. Guys named Shoot are hard to come by in this locale, but I bet if/when I find one, he'll be interested in an ultimate showdown. Listening to Journey's "Only the Young," will be my only distraction.

Currently I participate in creating a potential distraction to someone currently on a vision quest. I don't apologize. Fuck you in fact. If you've seen the movie, you know that temptation will stand before you. Indeed, it's part of the quest. Conquer it. Me, I prefer now to delve into my own universe, away from the rotting, swelling, and bloody information pools that haunt me. Facebook, Twitter, blogger.com, all must will be eliminated from my focus tree. I'm turning back the clock and returning to casting my energy onto paper, where porn pop-ups and funny kitten videos don't lunge at me. Goodbye.