slackurday
I woke up early this morning, but after I checked CNN's time, I decided against going back to sleep. I mean, I was already up and wanted to cram as much weekend into my weekend as possible. Sleeping in, I could do tomorrow, what with the daylight savings hour and all. So I poured myself a glass of Coke, grabbed the paper from out in the hall, and wandered back into bed so I could relax while multitasking my way through caffeine and current events.
Once I got tired of CNN, I searched the channels for something else--and found an episode of The Real Ghostbusters that involved Cthulhu. Cthulhu! In a mid-80s Saturday morning cartoon that was done by Dic and aired on ABC! So not only am I revelling in the joy of rediscovering something from my childhood, I'm also impressed by it as an adult. Then again, it wasn't until this morning that I was able to peg Venknan's voice as being done by Lorenzo Music, the same guy who did Garfield. (If you're anything like me, right about now is when you think, "...and Bill Murray, who played Venkman in the movies, did the voice of Garfield in the movie of the same name. Hee!" And then you try to remember the names of the two Ghostbusters who aren't Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman, and have to rely on Wikipedia for help. Then you lose a few hours thinking of stuff, then looking it up in Wikipedia. But this digression has gone on long enough.) So I'm a little slow. Besides, I was eight--I thought of Peter Venkman as being Peter Venkman. End of scene.
It's also the end of the cartoon, which means either I watch the animated version of Beetlejuice or take a shower. I pick the shower. After all, the sooner I get dressed, the sooner I can cram as much weekend into my weekend as I can. So I do that, and then I turn on my computer.
Goodbye, Saturday.
It's as if I'm dying of thirst and have just been handed a hose. But in reality, I'm really just tired and in need of a little nothingness. No catching up on email. No writing. Just wasting time reading blogs and my friends list, playing that stupid mcdonalds flash game, and getting caught in Wikipedia. It's actually as close to sleep as I can get without actually being asleep--or worse, watching Saturday TV. So I decide to abandon my list of things to do and just hang out online all day until dinner, breaking only for food, drink, and taking care of business. Sure, I feel guilty--my apartment's a mess, dishes are undone, and there are other things to do, too--but that's only because it's my second weekend of nothingness. Besides, just because I feel guilty doesn't mean that it doesn't feel good.
Once I got tired of CNN, I searched the channels for something else--and found an episode of The Real Ghostbusters that involved Cthulhu. Cthulhu! In a mid-80s Saturday morning cartoon that was done by Dic and aired on ABC! So not only am I revelling in the joy of rediscovering something from my childhood, I'm also impressed by it as an adult. Then again, it wasn't until this morning that I was able to peg Venknan's voice as being done by Lorenzo Music, the same guy who did Garfield. (If you're anything like me, right about now is when you think, "...and Bill Murray, who played Venkman in the movies, did the voice of Garfield in the movie of the same name. Hee!" And then you try to remember the names of the two Ghostbusters who aren't Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman, and have to rely on Wikipedia for help. Then you lose a few hours thinking of stuff, then looking it up in Wikipedia. But this digression has gone on long enough.) So I'm a little slow. Besides, I was eight--I thought of Peter Venkman as being Peter Venkman. End of scene.
It's also the end of the cartoon, which means either I watch the animated version of Beetlejuice or take a shower. I pick the shower. After all, the sooner I get dressed, the sooner I can cram as much weekend into my weekend as I can. So I do that, and then I turn on my computer.
Goodbye, Saturday.
It's as if I'm dying of thirst and have just been handed a hose. But in reality, I'm really just tired and in need of a little nothingness. No catching up on email. No writing. Just wasting time reading blogs and my friends list, playing that stupid mcdonalds flash game, and getting caught in Wikipedia. It's actually as close to sleep as I can get without actually being asleep--or worse, watching Saturday TV. So I decide to abandon my list of things to do and just hang out online all day until dinner, breaking only for food, drink, and taking care of business. Sure, I feel guilty--my apartment's a mess, dishes are undone, and there are other things to do, too--but that's only because it's my second weekend of nothingness. Besides, just because I feel guilty doesn't mean that it doesn't feel good.