Seeing this video immediately brought to mind this scene from Napoleon Dynamite:
Napoleon Dynamite: Well, nobody’s going to go out with *me*! Pedro: Have you asked anybody yet? Napoleon Dynamite: No, but who would? I don’t even have any good skills. Pedro: What do you mean? Napoleon Dynamite: You know, like nunchuku skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills… Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.
After my near brush with death on the highway yesterday, I think I’m just going to lie back and take a moment to contemplate the meaning of it all. Come on…let’s all get Zen together:
It always amazes me what we’re willing to do to ourselves all for the sake of vanity. From gym rats to liposuction queens, more than a large chunk of the populace endures our fair share of physical pain and financial hardship just so we can keep up the appearance of eternal, unflinching youth.
Take, for example, this following video. The technique is unique and interesting, but the questionable and cringeworthy bit at the 1:25 mark really makes me wonder why we do these sorts of things to ourselves.
Whatever makes you happy I guess, but when is enough enough? As the years fly by, is there such a thing as a “limit” for some people?
I feel as if I’ve hit my weekly quota of nouns, verbs, adjectives, and adverbs. I’m devoid of colorful metaphors, snappy catchphrases, and the odd melancholy retort. Lacking for tales, fables, and non-sequiturs, devoid of secrets, revelations, narratives and parables, I find myself bound in a straightjacket of plain vanilla monotony, unable to slip these dull shackles of disinterest. It pains me to have to concede that I have no points to make, opinions to inject, ideas to express, nor adventures to chronicle. In light of this sad circumstance, please accept my sincere apologies for my current depth of mediocrity.
I hope that this cat video brings you more enjoyment than today’s post:
See ya on Monday, when we’ll cover a strange combination of classic literature and the ballad of Mr. T.
