June 08, 2004

A Few Things To Do If You're Bored Outta Your Gourd! Just a Touch of Passive/Aggressive Behavior Makes An Otherwise Empty Day Fly Right By...

People Lookin' At You? Feelin like you Stepped in a Bucket of Baaaad Mojo? Minimal Access to Firearms? Then come right this way!

posted by anonymous 20 years ago
  • that's so cool/amusing/satisfyingly weird. "everything that [is] directly lived has moved away into a representation" and THAT is puzzling as hell.
  • Eat in Slow Motion. See if this is easier while dining alone. I actually forced myself to do this, after a period when what I did wasn't eating, but rather devouring, engulfing food, and I wasn't even enjoying its flavor. Stress-related, and now I can gauge my tension levels by how fast do I eat. And what's with keeping the pajamas under street clothes? Doesn't everybody do it...?
  • everyone is naked underneath their clothes, flagpole.
  • heh... you said 'pole'. heh.
  • That's good enough to be a koan, Sidedish. /flagpole: "note to self: remove Tigger pajamas before putting on pants tomorrow".
  • Good grief, SideDish! Don't tell Flagpole that. He thought he was born in that grey pinstripe.
  • Mystery Aid
    Sneak into a friend's house...     Not recommended activity on premises of the gun-toting and paranoid.
  • SD-- At the risk of embarrassing myself, I think the inherent truth underlying 'Everything that (is) directly lived has moved away into a representation' is the Pervasive Theming Of Experience. We could explore the headwaters of the Nile, or visit Japan, but instead we'll spend our time and dreams at DisneyWorld-- they've got that cool "Jungle Cruise Adventure", and the freshwater pearl gift-kiosk at Epcot was surrounded by cherry trees! We could go for some Italian food, (but what if it is too, you know, spicy; I'm scared!) but they've got unlimited BreadStix at the Olive Garden, where you can "have a dining experience" and pretend to "be one of the Family". Fear and loss are the slippery twin avatars of the Pervasive Theming of American life. Raise it to nth degree and all you see are little dweebs with mini-cams in Castle-themed Super-Buffets,, unwilling even to engage the ersatz. They can't touch themselves; how the hell are they gonna be touched at all?
  • Wait, we can't touch ourselves anymore? When did that happen?
  • Didn't you get the Ashcroft Addendum to the Patriot Act, #3674457-c? says right here--"Un-Godly touching, fondling or rubbing of One's Self, Another Self, or Family Pet or Intern is punishable by two consecutive weekends at the Marv Albert Wholesomeness Centre nearest you."