Cheesed It
Saturday, January 23rd, 2010
Quote of the Day: “Silence propagates itself, and the longer talk has been suspended, the more difficult it is to find anything to say.”
- Samuel Johnson
I was supposed to do a 10 mile run this morning with a group of people but after a late night last night, it kinda didn’t happen.
I remember when “having a late night” meant I was out drinking but these days, at 41, it means I was over at family’s house and we just hung out until 2:00 in the morning. Since when did a late night that caused morning plans to go awry NOT involve alcohol?
I guess when you get old.
So what did I do today? Well, a whole lotta nothing.
Saturday used to be all about the cartoons. I would be the first one up in my family, grab my terrycloth blanket, and sit in the dark in front of the color test pattern with the sound way down waiting for the Bugs Bunny Road Runner Hour to start.
At that was just last year!
Actually, that was when I was a kid. Every Saturday, the same thing. The entire morning shot watching Bugs Bunny back when it wasn’t on 24/7.
In later years, I would still be getting up early but that was to get my papers delivered. Yes, I had a paper route…
… and every weekend morning was the same: wake up, deliver the papers, come back and eat junk for breakfast, and then go back to sleep until noonish.
As my life progressed, Saturday mornings turned into the “Long Run” day. I would spend a good portion of Friday night getting everything set up for the morning so I would be motivated to get my butt out of a warm, comfortable bed in the wee hours of Saturday morning, knowing the rest of the world would be enjoying many more hours of sleep. It wasn’t worth it until I was way out in the middle of nowhere and witness to the morning beauty and solitude only a long distance runner can truly appreciate.
I am trying to get back to those days of getting up for the run on Saturday mornings but lately, they have resembled the sleeping-in variety than anything else.
So since I don’t have much of anything else for you today, I will give you two damn-near-retarded finds from the Web. Happy giggling:
Paranormal Cattivity
Disco Curser
From Tosh.0:
I saw the above image on The Daily What.
…and I did. I did “join in.”
I moved my mouse on top of the picture. And I danced it around.
I did this, I’d say, for a solid 45 seconds. And at that moment, like achieving the highest level of enlightenment in Buddhism, I realized my life is inherently meaningless.
Free Advice for Today: “Contribute something to each Salvation Army kettle you pass during the holidays.”
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
