One of my bipolar manic obsessions was listening to Air America over the Internet. Three years ago or so, Memo even bought me a satellite radio and subscription so I could enjoy Randi Rhodes and Al Franken. Well, I don't have to explain what happened to my interest in Air America after that...... Phucking "true to form" I dropped that obsession and moved on to the next....
It really does suck when I look back at all the games, gifts, and gotta-have-it grown-up toys that I have abandoned. Not that I have the attention span of a goldfish or anything like that but, after 6 months or even a year and a half of enjoying something or the other --- it just goes away. My freaking mood swings can be expensive. It can cost my relationships a great deal, too.
Memo once bought me a computer game called Silent Steel. It was one of the few things that I had on a Christmas Wish List that particular Christmas. He gave it for me, I installed it, and I maybe played with it for an hour. That was it. Somewhere in my brain some lame ass neuron shot its wad and the game no longer mattered to me. And, yes, I have felt guilty for wasting Billy's treasure and disappointing him.
Bipolar disorder sucks.
I am still a fan of Al Franken and Randi Rhodes. I have purchased and read a few of Al's books. And, if I had the money/time/attention span, I would support him in his bid to be the next Senator from Minnesota. Here's one of his political ads: