Why am I writing this? Blogging. Something that nobody else wants to read, yet here I am going on about myself. A blog about why I'm writing a blog.
Today the man does not require my services. This is not just any day off, but a Wednesday. My job being for the state, and today being some esoteric battle only this state could care about known as San Jacinto, only I have this day off. That leaves me with not only free time, but free time that nobody else is sharing with me. Selfish not-taking-work-off-to-be-with-Mark bastards.
It is quite easy to fill a weekend's free time. All sorts of events or friends are inviting me to activities. It is especially great when an event invites me to itself. Or, in the absence of such events from others, I am inviting them to frolic around town in a drunken stupor enjoying music, sports, or musical sports.
So this day I am forced to entertain myself. I'd like to think of myself as a “carpe diem” personality. I stay pretty busy most of the time. It's not that I don't enjoy TV or video games. It's just that the opportunity cost of those events is the size of, well, not Rick's mom. Think more Jimmie's penis. Those will be around to do any time I wish, but Eeyore's Birthday Party or a moving-in celebration where everyone dresses of the opposite gender will not happen again. Okay, to be honest, in my circle of friends there will be a second and third cross-dressing party, but that PARTICULAR one won't happen again. Much is lost if I skip such an event. Then, the person I didn't meet at that party is inviting other party-goers to his boat on Lake Travis, whereat those people meet more people, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
So, given the crazy boat times I could miss out on, I always find the party and skip the video game or TV show. Nevertheless, that was a long explanation as to how today, San Jacinto Day, is one of those days where there is no party. Indeed, today I can do those video games/tv shows/books/etcetera that I don't normally find time for. Yet I typically find myself waking up late, browsing the interwebs too much, and wasting the day away. I did bike to the library, get a little bit of sun, and finish a book I've been reading today, but those activities hardly add up to the 8 hours of productive time that work thinks I give it each day.
So what is this about you're asking by now? You've probably been asking it the whole time. I am of the opinion that most of you failed to read this note at all, and most of those that did threw their hands up in exasperation and gave up in paragraph two. But I could be wrong. You could be the one who was bored, yet skipped ahead to this point so as not to miss the tofu of my topic. I am not prone to writing notes or even writing in general. I have few artistic bones. Let the rambling end.
I am listening to Douglas Adam's right now. Salmon something or other. You might ask why I don't google that title to write what I'm listening to. Firstly, to you, I say that this is writing and not being so accurate and thorough adds a certain flavor and personality to my writing. Secondly, and I am surprised this did not come up earlier in my ramblings, but I have no internet today. Indeed, had I internet, it is most likely that I'd be browsing it now instead of writing something I hope is witty and entertaining to you.
Douglas Adams, like Chuck Palahniuk and a few others, is one of those writers who inspire me to desire to write. He makes me want to engage in the practice of being witty and entertaining. He seems to view the world as this great drama instead of the boring repetition of daily goings on. It has inspired me write this anyway. I shall find similar authors and hope for more inspiration in the future. I also hope this will inspire you. If not to write, then to work out, play video games, drink way too much coffee, or whatever it is you do. Ideally this inspires you to come to the events I host more often. Not because anything I've written is related to said events (though you'll get to enjoy my ramblings in person, which I hear is 42 times better than in print), but because I desire your company. Let us go tubing, taste wine, climb the hill country, hike the green belt, kayak the lake, or just whittle away an evening making up games and stories that are too ridiculous to be funny outside that tipsy moment at Spiderhouse. Carpe diem.
Oh yeah, the neighbors have internet. I can steal that and post this, so here you go you insensitive pricks (if you're friends with me I have to assume you fit that label).
