GaryKelly wrote:But, the more I think about it, the greater the ennui.
For example, I think I proved my own existence by the use of the contraction "I'm" for "I am." And, since I've used the words "I think" in the sentence above, therefore I am. And I must be, since I'm bored, and couldn't be unless I actually existed. And since my appeal to the great Himself has been answered by Himself (albeit through his intermediary Will O'B), God knows I'm bored, also proving both my existence and my state of boredom.
Perhaps, though, most tedious of all, is that I have no feathers.
Consequently, if my fossilized remains are found in some millions of years from now by future archeologists, there will be no 11-page discussion thread on the C&F forum of the future concerning either myself, God, or my boredom. It will be as though I never existed at all.
I can't even kill a giant rat (or a dwarf elephant) and arrange to have its remains found near to mine in the hope of generating some brief but topical interest in a few megayears' time.
God I'm depressed.
Ah... but not so... for you see, in coming to (loose) grips with your own existential angst, you have found the very crux of your bisquit - you have set up a chain of events that ensures a host of *un*bored folks in that hypothetical future where your unfeathered remains are discovered.... they can have many artists employed for short periods while they *un*boredly imagine the motled and colorful surface of what would have been your skin, and others will be trying to figure out the religious meaning of the interesting holed tubes your remains were surrounded by, though they will doubtless be baffled for a bit (though certainly not bored) trying to figure out how your wore them, and the fact that the remains of bits and pieces of those old comics stored in plastic sleeves (if you are at all like members of *my* family), and the proximinty of empty bottles of various hue will have them talking, if not thinking, (and therefore not bored) for ... gee... I don't know... at least a few weeks.
Now, if you can just manage to be in some really interesting place (oh wait, that's not gonna happen) when 'the big one' hits... (whatever 'big one' that is - I'm thinking meteorite would be a unique way to go..) you've got it made... or at least *they* do...
See, your boredom is such a gift!