Catholic note: I like the Catholic idea of giving up something important for Lent. On my dorm floor one year, where the ratio of atheists/agnostics to practicing Catholics was approximately 3:1, most of us tried to give something up for Lent. I failed miserably in my endeavor to give up unhealthy foods, but it was an interesting experience.
In that spirit, Kim and I are giving up television for Lent.
Yes, really.
Well, kinda really. The details are still being worked out, but the current plan is to allow each of us to watch about three hours/week, which will be taken up mostly by a) "The West Wing," b) "Friends," c) "Ally" (for her), and d) "King of the Hill" and "The Weekenders" (for me; I'm going to write a full-length love letter to "The Weekenders" on this blog someday). Nintendo and videos/DVDs may also be limited, though we haven't worked that out yet. Perhaps this will be an impetus for me to read the 1088-page Infinite Jest I've had around for months.
Related Non-Catholic note: Kim will be out tonight. I was going to go and rent some stupid comedy that I've almost wanted to see but not really (either Pootie Tang or Freddy Gets Fingered), but instead I will eschew film for a higher calling: I will write a short story. I consistently mean to take a couple hours and write one, but I don't. Today, I will.
You, dear reader (note the use of the singular), can help to shape this story. This story, set in modern-day North Dakota, has four protagonists. The first is a talking mule named Josephine who can see into the immediate near-future; that is, she knows what will happen five seconds from now, but her forward-looking vision goes no further. The second is Billy, a six-year-old who uses poop jokes to dispense important wisdom. You, dear reader, by sending your characters to me by 5:00 Eastern/4:00 Central, can see them immortalized in my story.
Think.
Think hard.
Think hard now.
Think hard now, you.
Think hard now, you jerk.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
