Questions for a sunny summer Sunday afternoon
July 2nd, 2006 by Bill
It’s sunny. It’s warm. It’s summer and it’s Sunday. And it’s a long weekend so I am untroubled by thoughts of work tomorrow.
I am sitting on my balcony taking advantage of my wireless connection. Below me, an industrious fellow is mowing the lawn. I live in a condo so collectively we pay some poor chump to do this for us because we’re all lazy bastards.
Although I may be the only one on his balcony, blogging and drinking beer.
While you may think I am untroubled on this fine day, that’s not the case. I’m bothered by minutia. For instance:
- Why does Aaron Neville sing like someone is licking his testicles?
- Why are bicycle helmets designed to make the wearer look like a poor representation of spermatozoa?
- Why am I troubling you with these concerns on such a lovely day?
- Where do cityfolk go on weekends such as this? (This place feels deserted.)
- Shall I get off my ass, grab my bike, and go for a ride?
So many questions. I hope I have sufficient beer to cogitate upon these properly.
(Note: this post relates to writing in that I wrote it. Beyond that, it falls in the “self-indulgence” category.)
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