What could I be doing?
Mowing the lawn?
I don’t mow the lawn that often. A) I don’t have a lot of time while I’m at the location where the lawn is to be mowed. B) It (in my opinion) unnecessarily uses gasoline for what result …. make the area look pretty? C) Who the “F” am I making this area pretty for? Certainly isn’t me. I couldn’t care less. It’s those other people (pssst … that I also don’t care about) and maybe property value. That I do kind of worry about. But not to the point of permanent drop in property value. The guy across the street and next to me mow all the time. Like multiple times in a week. But let me tell you, when it gets hot and their lawn is brown from water starvation, mine is long and … slightly less brown. It lives better. And speaking of living, D) the local wildlife love long grass. I saw rabbits a plenty, a fox (Man I wish I could have got a picture of that. It was right next to my mailbox, but it was 11pm and dark and I only saw it with the headlights of my car as it picked up it’s head and turned tail), and lightning bugs (or fireflies for you commies). Light pollution is killing lightning bugs and also our children’s sense of wonder about space. Can’t see nuttin’ out there.
Yeah … everybody has stinky, dirty clothes to wash every once in a while. Gotta make that trip down to the crick.
General Clean up around the house?
This is job for a couple of sticks of dynamite, assuming they only obliterated things I didn’t want. So much random toys, clothes that aren’t mine …. you know that old saying, “A place for everything, and everything in its place”. That is garbage. Nothing has a place anywhere except the space it is currently occupying. I need that dynamite.
What passes for entertainment on the rectangle box of death is laughable. Nothing is actually entertaining. All it does is make me sigh and doubt how humans exist at all. The genre of reality TV is a plague on society. It is the equivalent of being in the 1600s and watching a public execution, except that it’s constantly happening. Anyone who thinks “reality TV” is actually reality is an idiot. This is the only redeeming quality of reality TV: It’ll help us sort out the fucktards from normal people.
Play Video games?
At least it’s an escape into a another world not full of reality TV loving fools. Great, now I’m stuck on that.
Read a book?
Unfortunately for me, this requires complete silence (which never happens). My attention also wonders and I frequently have to re-read pages. Quite annoying. I prefer audio books.
What indeed, could I be doing? I went a little GIF crazy. Not in the future. Eats at my free WordPress space.