My website has been down for the past four hours. It’s finally back up (after a marathon phone session with my hosting provider), but it’s nearly midnight and I’m mentally and physically spent. And because I’ve yet to win the lottery or write a best-selling novel I’m going to have to wake up in a few hours and drag myself into work.
So, my apologies for the lack of content today.
In the meantime, please enjoy this (unrelated) pic:
A friend of mine asked me this weekend if I could live forever, would I?
I replied, “No.”
The way I see it, I’m not independently wealthy, so that means that I’d have to work the rest of my life. I would forever be trying to make ends meet to afford food and shelter. If I became injured, lost a limb, went insane or was beset by any other similar calamity then I’d have to suffer with it until I died (read: never). If I ever committed a serious crime then the sentence of “life in prison” would take on a whole new meaning. And if everyone chose to live forever, how quickly would the planet become overpopulated? How could we grow enough food to support a population of immortals?
There are just too many factors to consider in this particular scenario. I believe that humans have just right amount of life in them to grow, learn, experience, multiply and eventually die. I myself am not anxious to leave this mortal coil, but I’m of the mind that there’s something else waiting for us beyond this life, and I’m quite curious to see what that is.
You’ll have to forgive me if it seems as if I’m phoning in these last couple of posts. With Thanksgiving fast approaching the shortened work week is making me feel a bit lax and languid. And as I write this post it’s 9pm and my Chargers have just trounced the Broncos. So I guess I’m feeling both elated and lazy at the same time.
Curse these feelings…
I guess the only thing left to do tonight is to jump online and get cracking on my Christmas shopping. Once that’s done then I need get busy making a ton of these things to attach to the gifts:
Oh, and if anyone wants to get me a present, here’s my wishlist:
This is for those times when you don’t feel like getting out of bed, doing the laundry, or starting an exercise program. For when you think your muse has left, the keyboard remains silent and the words fail to flow. This is for when all you receive in return for your work is negativity and egotistical distain. This is for when your plans go awry, your dreams go unfulfilled, and your will is lacking. This is for the rejection letter, the pink slip, and the word ‘no’. This is for the program you can’t wrap your head around, the promotion you failed to get, the painting that sits uncompleted, the souffle that collapsed, and the song you can’t complete. This is for all of those complicated little things that pin you down with their combined weight, leaving you breathless and insecure.
This is for all of those times when you think about giving up.
I was engrossed with the rescue of the Chilean miners that was being aired live on television last night, but alas it got late and I never found out if this guy managed to squeeze into that tiny tube:
I bet you this poor guy was doing jumping jacks up until the very second that they told him that it was his turn to be rescued. Call me cynical, but I also have a sneaking suspicion that he was voted last to go up.
Even from this vague angle I can clearly see the concern on his face…
