As noted, entirely bored. I am open to any ways to modify it. Note that I may play sexy, but I tend something duller.
Take kids. For a temporary fix, offer a parent to watch their kids for them.
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For a reading fix, start reading the free online fanfic Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality ( google hpmor).
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Retread the OP. He’s bored, not a masochist.
When we were kids and said we were bored, our mom say “Here’s a dust cloth.” I’m not sure how that is supposed to work, but maybe you could figure it out.
When I used to say I had nothing to do, Mom’s reply: “Spit in your shoe and give it to you”.
mmm
A relevant poem:
[QUOTE=Stephen Crane]
A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
[/QUOTE]
Hey, Bored! I’m ITD!
Draw a self-portrait and show it to us.
No sympathy from me. I TRY to get bored. I go to a coffee joint or a diner, and all I take is a sketchbook and pens.
If I stayed home, I’d end up watching TV, cleaning, or “On Da Dope”. Which is amusing, but doesn’t Make Art.
Go up and down the street rearranging things. You know, put one neighbor’s potted plant or little statue thing on another one’s porch, put another neighbor’s dog in someone else’s fenced yard, and so on. Then be sure to keep the window and drapes open so you can watch the results.
I like the idea of a walk. Even better if you get to make your 'hood a better place.
I remember a P. G. Wodehouse book where a middle-aged club* member is asked where he’s been…
“Spreading sweetness and light, m’lad. Spreading sweetness and light.”
I sometimes take the long way to the tavern, trying to do just that. 40% sweetness, 50% light, 10% snidliness.
*The Drones Club, in London (Mayfair I do believe), on Dover Street, off Piccadilly…
Damnit, now I’m bored too. I’m not dusting anything though.
Doesn’t anyone make prank phone calls anymore?
The ubiquitousness of Caller ID has really screwed that up, AFAICT. And leaving a message on someone’s voice mail for Haywood Jablome just lacks a certain something.
A couple years ago I was bored, sitting in a bar. I got out my phone and sent this text message to dozens of my contacts:
WHERE THE FUCK ARE Y0U?
My boredom disappeared. People began messaging me, assuming they’d fucked up and forgotten a promise/plan and left me enraged and up a creek.
It was hilarious. Friends talk about it still.
I like to do computer nerd stuff to keep my mind sharp. (Or as sharp as it’ll get now.)
I’m going to start setting up a cheapo NAS* thing starting later today. Might take a couple of days. Guaranteed to keep my mind busy with geeky thoughts.
Less than $20 for the box plus using my current USB drive means I am inexpensively amused. Something Mrs FtG has learned to appreciate (I hope).
- Network Attached Storage, a minimal file server, for the techno challenged.
You could take your shirt off (assuming you have it on) and sing along:
Studio version with terrible lip syncing:
Ok, I tried it. Got twenty-three variations of “Who is this? How did you get this number?”
Actual suggestion: take a nap.
Go take a sailplane ride.
Boredom elimination guaranteed.
For a few dollars more, ask for the “mile high” ride.
For extra adrenaline, ask for the acro ride.
Directory of U. S. commercial glider ride places. (Admittedly, not very up-to-date.)
If you’re living on a tight budget, you can sit home and watch YouTube videos of gliders, but it just isn’t the same. Here’s a fun one. There are hundreds more.