IDLE
It had
to happen. In between downloading a bunch of files for an old IBM
Thinkpad, that my hardware counterpart is rebuilding, fiddling with
trying to get appointments to Dermatologists that will take my
half-assed medical supplemental insurance, getting prescriptions
refilled, so I won't take hostages and trying to decide if I'm
cooking, or can I squeeze out another night of “yay, sandwiches!”
my give a damn broke and I decided to be idle, indolent, but not
indigent.
I was homeless once; sometimes the food was this bad. But hey! It was food.
So, idle
is okay for a while. But it's not idyllic, unless I have something to
occupy my brain with. I have total monkey brain. If it isn't going 90
mph ALL THE TIME I'm awake, it gets really, really unhappy. I have to
keep it amused. Doesn't really matter with what, just so long as it's
interesting. I enjoy learning, but I understand our brains are built
for that, so that's not surprising. I can't imagine stagnating in
front of the TV, although I can stagnate pretty well in front of a
computer.
Okay, "Gangnam Style" has been played on YouTube a sum total of 3,000 years, according to Buzzfeed. So, Jesus wouldn't have been around when PSY started. I just live for stuff like this!
I like
mysteries and puzzles and I like math for the same reason, but I can
also curl up with a good book and read. I'm reading the latest Alex
Delaware novel “Victims” right now. Fun and idle. I don't do
passive very well. I have more fun getting into trouble on the
internet, committing cyber-vandalism. Saying silly things on people's
Facebook pages. Whiling away the time, which is pretty much what this
post is. Actually, this post is so slight, it's more of a
place-holder, for the letter “I”
