when boredom sets in and you can't kick back
A zealot to the cause of keeping bums (literally and otherwise) trim and in shape, my friend cautioned me against the evils of watching TV.
"OMGWTF? You actually watched Lord of the Rings thrice in a row? The whole trilogy?" she sputtered in my face, while I did my best to keep a straight face - her face was as red as her perfectly pedicured toenails.
"Don't you know?" her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "Your bottom gets bigger, wider and flatter 432427834 times that way!" and she gave a good once-over at my derriere.
"Told ya!" she concluded with a triumph.
For all her good intentions, that bitch sure knows how to push all the right buttons.
This holidays, I struggled not to watch too much TV, remembering my friend's dire warnings.
So, I picked up a long-lost old habit of mine - Reading.
Read I did, and a good book I did read too!
-
Something From The Nightside by Simon R. Green
"It's always night in the Nightside. It's always three o' clock in the morning and the dawn never comes. People are always coming and going, drawn by needs that dare not speak their names, searching for pleasures and services unforgivable in the sane, daylight world. You can buy or sell anything in the Nightside, and no one asks questions. No one cares.
"There's a nightclub, where you can pay to see a fallen angel forever burning inside a pentacle drawn in baby's blood. Or a decapitated goat's head that can tell the future in enigmatic verses of perfect iambic pentameter. There's a room where silence is caged, and colours are forbidden, and another where a dead nun will show you her stigmata, for the right price. She didn't rise again after all, but she'll still let you stick your fingers in the blood-caked holes, if you want.
"Everything you ever feared or dreamed of is running loose in somewhere in the shifting streets of the Nightside, or waiting patiently for you in the expensive private rooms of patrons-only clubs. You can find anything in the Nightside, if it doesn't find you first. It's a sick, magical, dangerous place. You still want to go there?"
-
It's a brilliant novel.
So go read it, if you like such fantasy-tinged books.
It'll give you a hell of a rollercoaster ride.
-
[And you stumbled into our bored, bored lives, just like that]
Just because you can detect the really foul odour of shit, it doesn't mean you were the one who took a crap.
On second thought, keep thinking that way!
It provides yet another form of entertainment, and it appeals a lot to my sense of humour.
I sincerely applaud you for __________________________.
Go figure.
Or would it require you to think too much?
Then don't.
All of us must practise what we preach, don't we?
"OMGWTF? You actually watched Lord of the Rings thrice in a row? The whole trilogy?" she sputtered in my face, while I did my best to keep a straight face - her face was as red as her perfectly pedicured toenails.
"Don't you know?" her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "Your bottom gets bigger, wider and flatter 432427834 times that way!" and she gave a good once-over at my derriere.
"Told ya!" she concluded with a triumph.
For all her good intentions, that bitch sure knows how to push all the right buttons.
This holidays, I struggled not to watch too much TV, remembering my friend's dire warnings.
So, I picked up a long-lost old habit of mine - Reading.
Read I did, and a good book I did read too!
-
Something From The Nightside by Simon R. Green
"It's always night in the Nightside. It's always three o' clock in the morning and the dawn never comes. People are always coming and going, drawn by needs that dare not speak their names, searching for pleasures and services unforgivable in the sane, daylight world. You can buy or sell anything in the Nightside, and no one asks questions. No one cares.
"There's a nightclub, where you can pay to see a fallen angel forever burning inside a pentacle drawn in baby's blood. Or a decapitated goat's head that can tell the future in enigmatic verses of perfect iambic pentameter. There's a room where silence is caged, and colours are forbidden, and another where a dead nun will show you her stigmata, for the right price. She didn't rise again after all, but she'll still let you stick your fingers in the blood-caked holes, if you want.
"Everything you ever feared or dreamed of is running loose in somewhere in the shifting streets of the Nightside, or waiting patiently for you in the expensive private rooms of patrons-only clubs. You can find anything in the Nightside, if it doesn't find you first. It's a sick, magical, dangerous place. You still want to go there?"
-
It's a brilliant novel.
So go read it, if you like such fantasy-tinged books.
It'll give you a hell of a rollercoaster ride.
-
[And you stumbled into our bored, bored lives, just like that]
Just because you can detect the really foul odour of shit, it doesn't mean you were the one who took a crap.
On second thought, keep thinking that way!
It provides yet another form of entertainment, and it appeals a lot to my sense of humour.
I sincerely applaud you for __________________________.
Go figure.
Or would it require you to think too much?
Then don't.
All of us must practise what we preach, don't we?
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