Sunday Funday

My dear people, this weekend has been one of serious and intense laziness.  But before I go into the highly interesting details of all that: the food I ate today.

Firstly, half of a homemade chocolate-chip cookie.  Excellent and cakey.  Second, much later in the day and comprising of both my breakfast and lunch, an onion bagel with regular spread cream cheese and half an avocado.  Pretty freaking delicious.  Thirdly, a dinner of Farfalle pasta, grilled chicken, and pesto.  All combined and lathered with healthy amounts of olive oil. Finger licking good. (Which is odd because we didn't eat it with our hands...)

Just trying to live up to my previous post.

So a week has gone by and I've thought of precisely one good topic to blog about, which I'm not actually going to do here.  That idea was Oprah--her life, her legacy, her inexplicable ego and buildup of final shows, and the giant hole she is going to bury all her money in. I'll do that soon, after some extensive Wikipedia research.

For now, I think I am going to ease right back into this.  I got a pretty radical sunburn on Friday and have since then commenced the lazing about.  I am waiting to hear back from a job, and have taken the hopefully pleasant news of no more free time to heart, utilizing the last of my aimless hours watching Lost and strumming my acoustic.  Now, don't get me wrong, this is not entirely different from what I have been doing all week, but somehow, in the sight of a possible new life, it seems all the more sacred and important now.

I will say this about Lost.  Just finished it.  The whole thing.  And man am I a sucker. Loved it, hated it, whatever you feel about the legacy of Lost, you have to admit it was ballsy.  To cover such universal and contemplative topics so openly, with the intention of subliminally inching the masses of America towards true realization of the meaning of existence, is quite something.  Most may have missed these obvious motifs: good versus evil at the core does not work because human beings have free will; we all really need to let go; a fat man stranded on an island can retain his weight if motivated to do so; and we all have a choice.

Now, I realize I'm about a year off from all the hype that this show ended with.  Oh well.

This is all for now, I am a little lost myself.  Slowly heating up the fog that surrounds.

p.s. I have to wear glasses at night to read the computer screen these days.  Old man come and take me away.