The Failings of Science..
The Failings of Science...
I've noted twice this morning the need for either a cloned version of me, or an identical android version of myself.
And while I'm unsure of the need of another procrastinating goof-off who won't throw his laundry into a hamper, who buys books he won't read for several years, who just has to be right all the time....
I sure would like the ability to go watch basketball today. I could send my clone/mandroid to work in my place. Give it the direction "Go be an asshole, and do my paperwork."
Not a ridiculous basketball fan. But I do love college basketball this time of year. And the first round of the tournament is one of my favorite days of the year. I like underdog stories, and I like single-elimination tournaments. I'm a man of simple tastes.
You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess. Work, work, work. Owing to that I like my foods and beers kept cold, and the interweb requires electricity to work. And I have not yet perfected my electricity-generating machine--I am sure my premise works...I just do not have enough 1988 Donruss baseball cards, and perhaps too much strapping tape.
Thank the heavens for telephones that tell you basketball scores.
I've noted twice this morning the need for either a cloned version of me, or an identical android version of myself.
And while I'm unsure of the need of another procrastinating goof-off who won't throw his laundry into a hamper, who buys books he won't read for several years, who just has to be right all the time....
I sure would like the ability to go watch basketball today. I could send my clone/mandroid to work in my place. Give it the direction "Go be an asshole, and do my paperwork."
Not a ridiculous basketball fan. But I do love college basketball this time of year. And the first round of the tournament is one of my favorite days of the year. I like underdog stories, and I like single-elimination tournaments. I'm a man of simple tastes.
You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess. Work, work, work. Owing to that I like my foods and beers kept cold, and the interweb requires electricity to work. And I have not yet perfected my electricity-generating machine--I am sure my premise works...I just do not have enough 1988 Donruss baseball cards, and perhaps too much strapping tape.
Thank the heavens for telephones that tell you basketball scores.
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