I’ve been extremely anxious about the election, so I’ve decided to take up bathing. For the past three days, I’ve found a weird, new relief in sitting in a tub and reading John Fante. It’s beautiful. And I love him. Not romantically, it’s not like that. It’s an appreciative love. His writing is self-pitying, hilarious, and most importantly, it has nothing to do with the election. I can see where that old dog Bukowski (famous for calling Fante “his God”) learned his tricks.
And let me tell you about the bathing: it’s divine. I’ll lay back reading for an hour or so, I’ll think simple, mindless thoughts. I’ll have very few worries.
But this is a problem. The worries I do have are extremely petty. See, as I’m pining over, say, the water that seeped through a quarter of a page, I should be much more worried about the percolation of my laziness into the normally-productive part of my day.
And now that I think about it (I’ve never thought of it before), I feel displaced about that fact that I take baths. I’m not ready for the role, it’s not me. I’m 27 and now, suddenly, I take baths. I’m not sure if I can handle a Facebook or MySpace profile with “enjoys bathing” sticking out like a beacon. I’m not ready for the bathing community. The bath parties. The bathhouses. The bath snobs. The knitting-circle housewives that shun me for not including Epsom-salts during my Tuesday baths. The expensive shampoo. The oils. Oh! the oils! The herbs.
Hmm. Y’know, those showers aren’t so bad.
{And for all parties interested, I’l be playing LittleBigPlanet and will be playing LittleBigPlanet exclusively for at least a few more decades.}
the bath parties. is that a pun? I suppose you were hiding from politics, so I’ll guess not. enjoy your bath.
A bath!
Despite all anecdotal evidence, there’s no such thing as ‘em when roamin’.
Good for you.
(By the way, did you happen to ever receive my congratulations and praise on your beautiful, and now, apparently, wonderfully idle, life?)
LittleBigPlanet, though fascinatingly deep, doesn’t let you blow heads off supermutants.
Still ardent fanboys….
No time for wit:
Did not receive said congratulations but… just did now! Thank you. I’ll try and see my idleness as wonderful from here on out.
LittleBigPlanet WILL let you blow heads off supermutants. Just make something to shoot with (the level “Libidious.jp”, inspired by Gradius, is a fine example), then build a supermutant. I’m sure some sort of blood/goo looking stuff can be created somehow. Maybe. And yeah, maybe it won’t look so cool. But you can make it!
By the way, Gamasutra has been a regular look-see for me these days. I was wrong? It’s one of the more deep and intricate gaming sites out there.
I like baths. I’m OK admitting it.
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