Jump the Shark

by Dennis••0•Posted inJournal

I like the term “jump the shark.” It comes from the television world and it refers to a television show deviating from their original concept when their ratings are slumping and do something outrageous (and desperate) to revitalise things. The term original came from a 1977 episode of Happy Days where, due to declining viewership, the show had a storyline that culminated in Fonzie, literally, jumping over a shark while water-skiing. That was deemed such a blatantly sensationalist move that the term is still used. I like that term. There’s even a website called JumpTheShark.com,where they try to identify specific episodes of television series where they…jumped the shark. :)

JumpTheShark.com,where they try to identify specific episodes of television series where they…jumped the shark. :)]]>

Another Attack

by Dennis••0•Posted inJournal

Last night I got another attack around 23:00. My sister was there, and took good care of me. It was a short one, 25 minutes, and according to my sister rather violent. I am not suffering from the same anxieties as most clusterheads, simply because I don’t have to deal with it as often as most, or as long as most. Reading and communicating with some of them is…hard. Their stories are so incredibly depressing, yet their determination to fight “the beast,” as they dramatically call it, is an inspirational one. Some of these people have chronic CHs, experiencing up to 8 attacks a day. Eight K7+ attacks a day justifies the name “suicide headache.” I can’t even fathom it.

Letting Silence and Solitude Be My Teachers

by Dennis••0•Posted inJournal
Evan Tanner, 2008-08-16 wrote:
Today, I ran to the store to pick up a few things, and with the lonesome, quiet desert thoughts on my mind, I couldn’t help but be struck with their brutally stark contrast to my current surroundings, the amazing congestion in which we exist day to day. The landscape as far as I could see, crowded, choked, with me and the rest of the species, an almost writhing mass of organisms, fighting over space and resources,….on the highways, in the parking lots, on the sidewalks, and in the ailse of the stores. And to think, there are still places in the world where man has not been, where he has left no footprints, where the mysteries stand secure, untouched by human eyes. I want to go to these places, the quiet, timeless, ageless places, and sit, letting silence and solitude be my teachers.