Yup

S: I didn't do my kick counts.

M: Don't worry about it, at least you fed her paint fumes all night.

Friday nights aren't quite what they used to be. Admittedly, I'm not certain that Friday's were ever my night so shine. However, a part of revolts at the idea that we spent our evening painting our kitchen.

S: I'm not sure about the color. Do you like it?

M: It looks a little bit like Gumby.



Is there something wrong with me that I find something almost repugnant about spending an evening painting a kitchen? In short, yes. I'd include a clip here from Arrested Development where Michael starts to explain the concept of a job to his lazy siblings, but I can't find it immediately, so I give up. Here is a video someone recorded off their television. YouTube at its best.


As usual I'm going to blame being a bit educated as it set me up to want to have a job that gave me meaning. The whole thing breaks down as Randall points out in the movie Clerks because as he aptly puts it, we'd have no janitors because no one wants to clean up shi- for a living. The clip below is unrelated to that one but almost directly related to the whole job vs. meaning debate if you extrapolate a bit.



It probably deserves some more thought vis a vi the life of the mind vs. the life of the body and laziness vs. what I'll call moral rigor. The two terms can be used, in my case, pretty much synonymously, as I'll often accuse certain house projects of ours as lacking in a sort of morality. When the reality is, were I not working on the painting or whatever, I'd probably be watching television, which doesn't exactly scream intellectual at work solving the words problems. It's a sort of classic X generation trick, poking holes in the actions and ideas of others without providing any reasonable alternative. Tonight I proposed that a better use of our time would have been to get more informed about our local candidates before voting in the primaries. However, that ship had already sailed (and one could reasonably argue, barring some 1 vote off election that I haven't heard of besides second grade class secretary, that your vote, though it counts, is mostly meaningless in the scope of deciding the election) and so I made the reasonable suggestion that we watch a movie instead. A request that was met with a roller. Oh well.