The womanfolk is leaving me alone in Wilmington this weekend, and taking the car to boot. This leaves me largely confined to the apartment from sometime Saturday morning until Sunday afternoon. I have precious few responsibilities (feed cats, pet cats, feed self, pet self), so a lot of free time and my indecisive nature are staring across the aisle of my brain at each other, daring the other to blink. As ever with hard choices, I will simply abstain and leave the decision making to you. My options, so far as I see them, are as follows:
1.) Watch episodes 5-22 (or however many there are) of Heroes Season 1, interspersed with football score checks and playing my PSP.
2.) Do something like this. I actually own maybe 3-4 of these movies, am looking forward to Audition, and could find one or two of the other ones at the local video store I assume. However, I would be much more likely to simply replace the good Italian stuff with far assier films that every network is showing this week before Halloween. Think The Hills Have Eyes (and its sequel) or Hostel II. So, basically, Zobies Puking in Gutters XIX: The Revenge of the Gutters.
3.) Watch sports. Project the hate for myself onto the kittens and take away their toys. Damn kittens.
I demand a preferential ballot and reasons behind your rankings. That is all….until I get bored and blog later.
—skates
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In reverse order of preference (for dramatic purposes):
3) Horror movies: you’ll want to kill yourself anyway after this weekend of dumbness, but if you watch hours of horror movies, your impending suicide will seem almost justified… which is a cop out.
2) HEROES: you’ll definately want to kill yourself after this marathon of nothing-happening-ness. Still, the minor feeling of accomplishment you’ll get after having actually DONE something (watch a popular TV series: akin to the satisfaction of advancing to a new level in a video game) gives it a somewhat redeeming quality.
1) SPORTS ALL DAY: Perfect choice. No redeeming value. No sense of “accomplishment” (both Heroes and horror movies will remain unwatched and unfinished) AND you’ll definately want to kill yourself when you realize how depressing football is. Plus, after 48 hours you’ll swear off sports FOREVER, only to immediately cave and watch them again next week. So nothing redeeming, nothing fun, and a masochistic thrill. 3 for 3.
Posted Friday, October 26, 2007 at 11:00 am | Permalink
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