Yesterday was not a good day. It started with small annoyances, like forgetting my recycle bags for my grocery store run and then forgetting to put my bananas on top of the other groceries in my packed-to-the-brim paper sack, which required a trip back to the grocery store on a day when I had Much!To!Do! Minor irritations that were completely gone after my awesome post-holiday workout. (Exercise: The Great Stress-buster!)
And then I went home.
Somehow, some way, my computer was invaded by Russian porn sites in my absence. This particular virus (the AV virus) disabled any and all workarounds, including the ability to boot up in “safe mode.” After 21 years (eGads!) of virus-free computer ownership, I was shut down.
Several hours and $100 later, I was back up. Well, the computer was back up. By then, I was fried.
So I ate some watermelon and went to bed. This morning I’m using my decrepit old computer (which I finished re-assembling about the time the computer repair folks called to say my faithful laptop was ready) and am preparing to re-install all my programs and grab my file back-ups from the storage disk. Sheesh. Like I had hours and $$$ for this crap. May the spammers and virus terrorrists suffer a thousand eternities in Hell with the devil as ticked off as I am!
It’s not like I was in a good mood yesterday anyway. I had planned to blog about something else that had my panties in a twist. I’ll just go ahead and mention it now and get all this negativity out of my system before I do something stupid like go to that donut shop over by the computer repair shop. (Near miss on that, lemme tell ya! One of those pitiful “I deserve a treat” moments that almost won.)
Okay, so maybe it’s just me, but doesn’t it seem odd to you that ESPN, the folks who beam all things sports-related into our living rooms, airports, and restaurants 24/7, chose to broadcast a hot dog eating contest? This is an athletic event? Eating 68 hot dogs (with buns) in 10 minutes requires skill and stamina and grace? Because those are the characteristics of an athlete, not shoving massive amounts of food down your throat (literally, in some cases) in front of a cheering crowd with a global audience.
Champion hot dog eaters are not athletes, and it amazes me that they’d be showcased on a sports network.
A friend suggested I should “lighten up a little” because the contest was “entertainment”, to which I would reply, if I was as old as Collie Wheeler, with “Balderdash!” But given my mood, I said something profane instead.
I just can’t see how a celebration of gluttony is enjoyable or stimulating or intriguing. I just can’t. And it irritates me that enough people are entertained by it that it gets a special broadcast on a major network.
Whew! I feel better now. Thank you. I think I’ll go for my walk, have some lunch, and then spend the entire afternoon doing nothing but reading blogs. I deserve that for bypassing the donut shop yesterday.