I'm incredibly bored right now. Adrienne went to bed at 9:30 tonight because she had been up and working since 6:30 this morning. The NBA Playoff game between the Houston Rockets and the Utah Jazz fails to entertain me. There's nothing on the DVR that I haven't yet watched. The Netflix dvds are currently en route. And in addition, the internet is no longer amusing.
Crap. Time for a blog.
I spent the day cleaning the apartment and doing laundry with occasional peeks at the NFL draft on television¹. I spent nearly five hours cleaning my 1,150sq ft hovel. Once I get going on the cleaning, I like to be thorough. I swept, vacuumed, washed, brushed, shined, dusted, scoured and scrubbed. I even pumiced. . . and I hardly ever pumice.
I can thank my mother for the innate sense of cleanliness I've inherited (although I also blame her for the domineering anal retentiveness, thanks mom!); it's served me well. I've kept every place I've lived in progressively and exponentially cleaner. Consequently, I have to imagine that the last few decades of my life will be spent in an aseptic, sterile environment, relegated from the outside world with crazed, delusional thoughts offering the only company and reassurance. But that's at least another five years or so away, so let's not worry about that just yet.
I do often wonder if I am slightly obsessive compulsive or if I'm just a dude who likes to keep things neat. I mean, I don't completely lose my shit if things are placed in the wrong place or anything, it just kind of bothers me to know that they should be placed somewhere else. I justify this behavior with my affinity for not losing things and always knowing where something is; in other words, I just really want to be on top of my shit, 24-7. Is such organizational excellence so out of the ordinary that it needs to be ridiculed and labeled as abnormal? It certainly shouldn't be.
Let's put it this way, if I ever need a 3/8" hexagonal screwdriver I can have it in my hot little hand in six seconds flat because I know exactly where it is and where it should be. Is this a deplorable trait?
I don't know who was the first doctor to diagnose someone as having obsessive compulsive behavior but I bet you he was a messy son of a bitch who just couldn't understand devotion to precision. Pity.
All right, I guess I'm off to bed. Brunch at Canoe tomorrow. Yum.
¹The coverage of the draft has gotten monumentally overblown. It's the only thing that has been discussed on any sports media outlet for the last month and a half even though only a small portion of the players drafted will make an immediate impact in the season that is still four months away. Jeez, there's other sports which are actually being played right now, is this kind of coverage really warranted?
The draft was on for twelve straight hours on ESPN today and it will be on again tomorrow morning for the same amount of time. They had a team of at least a dozen analysts there for the duration of the event, as if such massive dissection was really needed.
Who gives a fuck about Brady Quinn's feelings about sliding down to the 22nd pick?! Should you and I really care that this prick will not make as much money as some misguided people thought he should have? Hell no. This douche will still be a millionaire by next week even though he's never taken a snap at the professional level (or won an important game in college, for that matter). Why is he getting so much coverage?!
I blame it on the rise of fantasy football leagues which lately have become the biggest exercise in organized gambling in this country. Any idiot that's part of a league now wants to have a leg up on the competition so we all have to suffer through months and months of speculation and superfluous analysis which is passed off as inside information. Just like in every sport, gambling determines design.
Don't get me wrong, I love the NFL and I've played fantasy football for a few years (never for money), but this is why other sports aren't given a chance to be popular anymore or are disappearing completely (hockey, anyone?). As a fan of most sports, I think this kind of coverage is displacing other worthy pastimes. I enjoy football, but I don't need it covered twelve months out of the year.
Good lord, this was a long footnote.