Indifference may not wreck a man’s life at any one turn, but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.
I awoke this morning with a couple lists in my head, tentatively hashed out the evening prior over a Blooming Onion at Outback while having dinner with my wife. Crammed with tasks bifurcated under the headings arduous and mundane, these itemized responsibilities turned on me, haunted my sleep, teased me like jocks on a playground threatening to jump me after school on my long journey home. Tossing and turning as I prioritized each list, I valiantly fought back, hunting for subtle threads that could be used to weave each chore together into a grand masterpiece of proficiency and productivity.
Plan your work. Work your plan.
Whatever! As of this late-night writing, I accomplished nothing on either list.
I did however . . .
1. Drive my daughter and a neighbor kid to school early for choir practice.
2. Have a catch with my son.
3. Watch 30 Rock. The entire first season.
I know. I’m so yesterday. But, by the hammer of Thor, I swear I haven’t laughed that much in one day in a very long time. On what other show can a moronic, washed-up actor glean an analogy for a transitive binary relation by astutely noticing who-beat-who-beat-who in a game of Halo?
My lists can wait until Tuesday morning. While I tackle them, here are a couple of lists for you . . .
1. Megan Fox
3. Tina Fey
Or . . .
1. Brad Pitt
Pick your list and play some “Marry, Boff, Kill” in the comments. (Clicking on the link takes to you a clip of the show where the writers play the game, but first you have to endure a little ad from Comcast, so please be patient . . . ) This should be very interesting. And possibly distracting . . .