Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Cabin Fever Lodges Here




Today's entry sponsored by Boredom™

The shirt Mike sent fit like a glove (except like, over my head and arms and not like, over my fingers). I will point out that the when printing white on dark, the design should probably have been inverted... ok, ok, I realize this is useless to point out but I needed to say it. I'm sure when I wear it, Torontonians will covet it immediately because of their insatiable need to have something unique that others do not have.

Just when I thought I was experiencing "the coldest day of the year", we keep having another "coldest day of the year". It's a shame that freaky weather of January didn't continue. Not only were golf days in January making capital "C" Conservatives look like capital "F" idiots and "climate change deniers", but we were actually enjoying golf days in January. It was like a two for one sale. Now you may just be saying that like anyone else living in Toronto, I've become a bit of a wuss when it comes to cool, arctic air masses, and I agree. In fact, I dare anyone to live in Toronto for a few years of relatively mild winters and not become a bit of a wuss. My heart certainly goes out to any new-ish Canadians who have moved here from a warmer clime. Yet, what to do except don your favourite thermal underpants, and an extra pair of socks? It is Canada after all.

This cold snap is having another, more sinister effect. Cabin fever - or as I prefer to say, "Lodge Ennui". Why go out and do something when going out and doing something is actually incredibly uncomfortable? I could see where if you were someone who tended to enjoying listening to music (check), watching movies (check), reading magazines (check), worked almost entirely on the computer (check) and used the Internet to work with others (check) that you might find yourself staying inside quite a bit and on occasion, having thought provoking conversation with the cat (check and check). I've generally been avoiding leaving the house and I think it's making life really boring. It's strange really. It's not that I don't have things to do, it's just that, as I'm doing things, I find them incredibly dull. I have no idea why. It got me wondering what Boredom actually was. What's the structure of it? It's not that the things I'm doing aren't challenging or even too challenging, it's just, I've lost interest in them. I wonder if it's not like being at a party where there are dozens of interesting people talking but you really can't hear any single one conversation clearly and you just tune out. It's not as though there's a thought bubble above my head with the image of a wind up toy monkey banging a cymbal, it's more like there's a thought bubble above my head with the image of a wind up toy monkey just sitting there... waiting to be wound up.

Perhaps this is really just February's fault. I don't care for this Aquarian/Piscean month which is a bit of a cultural nobody. There's a weird thing where some of our neighbours still have Christmas lights up, St. Casimir's on Roncesvalles still has the nativity scene in place, while all the shop windows are full of cheap and gaudy Valentine's merchandise. I can't decide whether to hurl a brick or just hurl.

Well, I've got some work coming up soon, and I'll be busier, and when I'm busier, I do more, and when I do more, life gets its juice back. Unfortunately, one other side effect of being bored is developing a highly refined ability to procrastinate so I think my work ethic may have slipped into the "couch zone" - only a very strong vacuum will be able to dislodge it from between the cushions.

One bright spot to my procrastination. I've discovered how to pirate movies. Ask me how I became a pirate!

Peter

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