ONE SMALL STEP FOR TRANSVESTITE RABBIT
I’m not sure when exactly it happened, but I do seem to have
lost my mind. Let me see if I can
retrace my steps.
been bothering me lately that I, like many Americans, go to a special
place called “the gym,” where I perform bizarre and unnatural actions in
order to exercise my body, while diligently avoiding performing any
purposeful work that would naturally exercise my body.
grass needs to be cut.
- I had
the radical notion that I could cut the grass myself, the old-fashioned
way, and wind up with a.) cut grass, and b.) an exercised body.
bought an old-fashioned push mower.
mowed down 2/3 of the back yard today.
- It was
really hard work.
- I have
to do the rest tomorrow, before the #$%^ grass gets any taller.
- The gym
is looking better and better, as is the Asian landscaping guy who spoke
English in a way I could understand if I bent my ear just the right way
and watched his gestures.
- On a
positive note, it was a relief to go to work today, because once there I
pretty much only had to move my fingers.
Lately I’ve been amused by the ads that appear at the top of
my site in response to the content of my posts.
Last time, for example, I mentioned Neil Armstrong, the first man on the
moon. This resulted in an ad for a
British entertainment agency that represents “The Armstrongs,” though I’m not
clear on what they do. Perhaps they
clomp around in space suits and make proclamations about mankind.
This post will probably bring on ads for lawn mowers and ads
for gyms. I shudder to imagine what ads
the phrase “bizarre and unnatural actions” will draw.