I understand the need (in a different
parallel universe of course) to find and create profligate amounts of
time to be happy; believe me there's nothing more i would find
happier than, for however brief the moment, been on a platform
watching the whole planet been sucked into a ravenous black-hole.
Knowing my luck however, the platform
would be on the facing side, as the planet was gripped in the
death-throes of the beasts itsy-bitsy maw.
So, you might wonder, what's prompted
this interlude of “fun”? It was a comment (which i'm still
pondering whether to allow) I received on a post to do with “hfo
and unprofessional ethics” . As i'm commenting on it I suppose
it'd be rude not to – saying that "it is the time to be
happy." Which is wonderful if that's what they really want. I
can only assume they'd failed to read any other post apart from that
one entry, and so missed the realisation that I'm happiest wallowing
in the miserableness which surrounds me like a pack of killer whales
spying a seal, obliviously basking on an ice-floe, thank you very
much. Weight goes up pants tighten, weight goes down pants fit, an
easy equation to jog through life by, especially considering that one
day none of it will matter.
If you do wish to visit the site the
unknown person mentioned, it is called www.nerdfitness.com.
It will make you like yourself, it will make you enjoy you're couch
potato lifestyle with some exercising and nutrition, enabling you to
become a truly productive member of society (what on earth for?), so
if that's your bag, then please do head over. On the other hand, if
you wish to endure depressing, lip-curdling rubbish, there's no need
to go any further. Indeed, have a stroll through the archives and
see if there's anything which has you reaching for the close-tab
icon, or preferably have you rip the telephone cable from the wall
socket to strangle next doors cat with, which has plopped one deposit
too many on your prize now-shrivelled hydrangeas!
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