Boredom, I Don't Get It

I often hear people complain that they are bored and i simply cannot grasp the concept. Boredom. What is it?

They have nothing to do? No, that can't be right -- there is always too much to do, for all of us, we can never do all that we want to in these fourscore years and ten or so. I am looking forward to the introduction of the 36-hour day, just for the added 12 hours of music-listening time!

They're not interested in what they are doing? No, that can't be right either: surely they wouldn't be doing it if they weren't interested in it. I mean, why bother?

I just don't understand it.

Maybe you have to be a boring person to be bored?

It's baffling.

Doomed To Repeat It

When will i ever learn: never go grocery shopping on a Sunday afternoon.

Off i trudged, through the wind and blowing snow, to the palace of consumerism that is my local grocery hypermarket, only to be confronted by the spatially-challenged (i.e. oblivious to the fact that they take up space) hordes who look upon shopping as a hobby.

When i go shopping, i generally know exactly what i want; and what i want is to zoom in, grab it, and zoom out as quickly as i can and then go on to something more interesting. On Sunday afternoons, more than at any other time, it seems, the grocery is full of people with nothing else to do and are just hangin' out, chatting with their neighbours and fondling the tomatoes in a desultory fashion and basically blocking the aisles. What is wrong with these people?

Are their lives really so empty?

Astrid

Astrid is the only woman i will ever love. I've suspected this for a long time (17 years) but it has only really just hit me, ripped my head off, reduced my soul to tiny little pieces -- all of which are devoted to her. I've suspected it for a long time, but now i know for sure.

And yet we are impossible. If we lived together we would drive each other crazy.

But there will never be anyone else. I am resigned to my fate: love is love. I have it.

Father Ted

Went to the video shop yesterday and bought the final DVD of the Father Ted series; my collection is now complete. And this stuff is amazing, quite absurd, and right up there with Monty Python, Fawlty Towers and The Goon Shows.... I was falling off the couch with laughter as i watched.

Not much can make me laugh out loud these days. The novels of Evelyn Waugh and Tom Sharpe can do it. Billy Connolly & Benny Hill can do it. Woody Allen can do it.

Astrid can make me laugh too, but that's an entirely different story -- we've only loved each other for 17 years.... Oh, right! People say, well, Freg doesn't have a girlfriend. Would these people mind very much if i don't mention this to Astrid? I mean, i think she'd be pretty annoyed.

Van der Graaf Generator

Regular readers of this blog (if i ever get any, la la) will learn that i am a huge fan of the music of Van der Graaf Generator and Peter Hammill. I had most of their stuff on CD, but have finally downloaded the remaining albums -- which i hitherto had only on vinyl (and no way to play it atm). To my surprise and delight, the digital version of the LP "H To He Who Am The Only One" ("H to He" being hydrogen to helium) has a longer version of the song "Lost." It's just an extended outro, but it was wonderful to hear it for the first time.

Nov. 25th

I'm listening to the Cardi's Club, Houston, 1985 Rory Gallagher bootleg atm, and it is so bloody good: this was the man at the peak of his powers, i just sit back in my chair, close my eyes and am moved to my soul.

Snow off and on all day -- again! And with the temperature hovering around the freezing mark, the streets have become -- to use a technical term in meteorology -- "yucky."

It'll get worse before it gets better, though. Welcome to Canada.

Nov. 24

My boots leak. It's winter in Canada and my boots leak. Terrific.

OK, i've been blogging for two days now; when do i get my first cheque? ROFL

Nov. 23

Right, well here we go. Post #1 -- although this isn't actually my first attempt at blogging: i have a Myspace blog (also called, coincidentally, Spriggsblog) -- but i haven't even looked at MySpace in at least a year.... Frankly, i rather hate all of this social networking stuff: fine for some, but not for me, thanks.

So this is the wonderful world of blogging -- my path to fame and fortune, apparently. Now, what do i blog about?

Well, it has stopped snowing after three days; i have only three more pay cheques until Christmas (quite a frightening thought!) and am atm listening to Jeff Wayne's "War Of The Worlds" album.

How the heck do i add an image to this? I just tried and all i added was code....