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Sometimes Lost

It is interesting how personal preference, bias, taste (what beholder assumes to be one anyway) circumstance dictates what one can comprehend about the world they inhabit or tend to be lost in some cases.. Examples of me being lost - Oscar, Grammy, and other performing art category award recipients thanking their jillion or more family and work mates on live TV and in front of their peers. How is that relevant to anybody watching? Unless there is a surprise call out to a mystery candidate that helped shape the life of an otherwise forgotten cretin who has now made it to stardom.. that mention and corresponding applause would be worthy - not for the stereotypical father, mother and cast and crew. I mean it would be more interesting for them to actually call out the abnormalities one would think and say - I must point out that while working with the cast was a blast our director's tendency to let one out after lunch really soured the atmosphere in a manner of speaking..c'mon add some levity to it at least. Weathermen trying to be conversational about their obvious messages - get to the point and stay there - first of all get rid of all the people hired to show what is a numbers story. Same goes for traffic updates - while useful - what is all this 'and now we go to Derek Smythe in mobile 3'? Who cares if this person is an imbecile or mobile or staid in his pajamas eating expired cereal? Just tell me the spots on the wonderfully numbered road system to avoid and I will be on my way. Any decision by the Ways and Means committee - I remember hearing something to that effect on one newscast. I must admit I am not sure what it Means nor what Ways this discussion was going. Talk about cryptic nomenclature that a Prof Langdon type would need three episodes to crack. Examples of me getting it and being on cloud nine (not having experienced any other cloud based living it also could qualify for me being lost on the other ones) - Listening to the voice of Sir Jagjit Singh (I mean I have no understanding of Urdu which was typically the language of his lyrics) was like draping myself in velvet and getting a high (to paraphrase Castanza); Watching reruns of Seinfeld and its pithy humor in daily life situations (totally relatable and mood enhancing quality);
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