I'm talking about James Franco, who I really don't know much about because I hardly watch TV at all, and I don't think I've seen any of his movies either, but apparently he's selling ideas of things as if the ideas were actual art. Now I understand that the ideas of things--through the imagining of them--can be full of fascination and allure, but what about all the people out there who can't afford a bucket of chicken, and who can't figure out (like me) how to draw another red cent out of the semi-antogonistic ether of the universe? Me, I suppose I could get a part-time cleaning job, but why do that when there are people out there selling the ideas of things. There are people out there willing to buy up the invisible.

FOR SALE

semi-antagonistic ether (comes in handy with enemies, frenemies, ex-boyfriends, etc.)   ----$25/liter

FOR SALE

the idea of a genie in a bottle who will swirl out and dance on your kitchen table with long purple veils, and grant wishes just when you thought that life couldn't get anymore boring   ----$500 per genie, $35 for extra dances, negotiable payment plan for extra wishes

I know what I'm wishing for but I'm not telling anyone.

And now for my favorite Iggy Pop song.