Like Peter Cook in “Bedazzled”. “Slowth” Not “slawth“. It just sounds better that way. So once again, Austin Ray and I are on some weird wavelength. See his entry Sloth is the Mind Killer for context. Also, he owes some of you a long email but don’t hold your breath. But we seem to be […]
Like Peter Cook in “Bedazzled”.
It just sounds better that way.
But we seem to be sharing a saturday alone, 1800 miles apart.
A saturday alone. This is one of those ideas that should be wonderful for the harried (ahem) head-of-household. Images of beer and ballgames, puttering around in the garage, hanging out with the buddies. Or catching up on work. Or something productive. A day of time spent usefully, or in satisfying uselessness.
So what did I do? Hell I’m not sure. I certainly didn’t achieve anything, no matter how much I felt like I was doing stuff all day. I had visions of doing a lot of writing, but that didn’t happen. Not even blog writing until now, near midnight. I had visions of errands I was going to run (new turn signal for the one I broke off my Triumph – stupid parking-lot drop, I hate that.) But I didn’t ever actually leave the house until 8pm when I got hungry, and then realized I had nothing in the house but booze and kippers. Actually if I’d started on the booze the kippers would have been fine, but I had enough booze last night for at least one weekend, maybe enough for a couple.
I had this vague plan about things I would do with friends; but timing sometimes seems against me. I was thinking of seeing a band, but that just sort of didn’t happen. And I can’t even blame Orkut for my lack of productivity this time, since my favored account is in orkut jail and I’m not using the old-just-released one on the assumption that they’ll figure out I have two and re-delete that one at any moment.
So what the hell did I do? Well, I watched a really great documentary on hip-hop DJ’s and turntablists called Scratch, which I gottta say, made me wanna go get a couple of 1200’s and a mixer and call myself DJ Freaky E. Ok, so really it just made me wanna play with the gear, but still. Even if you’re not a hip-hop fan it’s a brilliant documentary, and if you’re at all interested in hip-hop or DJ’ing, do not miss it.
Still, it’s an annoying feeling, when you intend to be productive, and instead do nothing. I guess I should have planned to do nothing, and then doing anything would seem like and achievement. It’s all about setting expectations.
At least my people far away are having a good time, but I’d rather have been with them, all things considered.
But I still wanna be DJ Freaky E. Word up, y’all.