Bored Again

I just got out of the pub. We fled in fear because the talking lamp was babbling away in several corners, and we had each finished eating a chicken club sandwich and washed it down with a pint of fine Canadian beer.

The pub was a pretty good deal except for the talking lamp part. Nick dislikes the TV as much as I do, and Sass didn't want to watch because she would be "traumatized" by seeing an episode out of order. Geez.

Now that we're safely out of the pub, we are either staring at a computer konsole or a video game. Good thinking. I was compelled to muse about how humans think moths are pretty weird for banging their tiny noggins against anything that is brightly lit. We think we're so superior, and yet we can't look away from our televisions or monitors. At least we're not banging our heads.

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"I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forego their use."
-- Galileo Galilei