Laziness... Is it contagious?
As I sit around the Sluggo-compound, halfway through another 'vacation.' I am forced to ponder another of the universe's great mysteries. It's a classic. The Immovable Object Vs. The irresistible force.
Of course, because I don't have a multi-million dollar government grant to study this problem we will have to conduct this experiment with the materials readily available.
For our purposes, the Immovable Object will be my butt firmly planted in front of the computer playing Day of Defeat:Source (if you do not know what this is, you might be better off. It is an all-consuming way of life, but I digress.) The irresistible Force will be represented by Mrs. Sluggo and her ever-growing list of things to be done around the Sluggo compound.
So far, the immovable object has moved quite a few times in response to the irresistible force, but it was all in the name of intergalactic peace.
Stephan Hawking, where are you when I truly need you the most.
Of course, because I don't have a multi-million dollar government grant to study this problem we will have to conduct this experiment with the materials readily available.
For our purposes, the Immovable Object will be my butt firmly planted in front of the computer playing Day of Defeat:Source (if you do not know what this is, you might be better off. It is an all-consuming way of life, but I digress.) The irresistible Force will be represented by Mrs. Sluggo and her ever-growing list of things to be done around the Sluggo compound.
So far, the immovable object has moved quite a few times in response to the irresistible force, but it was all in the name of intergalactic peace.
Stephan Hawking, where are you when I truly need you the most.
posted by Sluggo at 3:30 PM
3 Comments:
Sort of sounds like how it is around my place! :) Such is the way when living with a humanoid of the female variety.
only halfway through? oh crap. another week of no information.
Umm, I won the medal of honor when I was on vacation and sent behind enemy lines to gather intelligence on a secret German atomic project. I rode shotgun with the British SAS, then went to North Africa with and fought Rommel's Afrika Korps, then helped Russian partisans and the Red Army on the eastern front, before joining US forces during the Battle of the Bulge.
I gained 10 pounds, didn't paint the bedroom or change the oil, but one 4 a.m. session woke everyone up with a "boo-yah!" when I broke through level 10.
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