I have no soul. My perusal of various bodies of literature has led me to believe they are mere liabilities anyway.
Furthermore, though I can be described as “spirited” by people of eloquence, I do not have a spirit, either.
Lacking those two, I am far superior to those who are unable to turn their backs on religious gratifications and paradigms as well as those who pine for spiritual enlightenment and that kind of mumbo-jumbo.
Instead, I have a body, though it is merely a construct of chemical components which serves as a venue for the electrochemical activities of my intellect. Unfortunately, I must admit, this mobile support-system for my intellect does require regular maintenance. However, after reading this…
…I no longer have an appetite.
Furthermore, several ex-girlfriends have informed me that I am devoid of emotion, Therefore, I shall issue no further comment upon the quoted material, above.
–G!
EwwWWww That Smell!
Can’t ya smell that smell?
…–Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant (Lynrd Skynrd)
…That Smell
…Freebird: The Movie
Not only do I know the difference between “who” and “whom,” “lie” and “lay,” and “jealousy” and “envy,” I correct other people when I talk to them or nitpick their SD posts.
I own a television, but use it as a computer monitor. It isn’t even hooked to an antenna. Does that count? (I have no cable. I do own rabbit-ears, but haven’t had them hooked up in years.)
How do you get your mattress into the washing machine?
I, too, don’t have a television.
I don’t own a car, due to my city not allowing unregistered cars, my state not allowing cars registered to people without a driver’s license, and a judge suspending my license for a while. I ride a bike to work.
I don’t use soap much, but I do use shampoo. I just use it everywhere.
I shave dry. I have never found an advantage to shaving cream or soap, All they do is turn the shaved-off hair into cement that clogs my razor.
I re-use plastic utensils and the plastic containers take-out food comes in to a point that’s silly.
You’re doing it wrong.
Back when I had a car (not having one is not by choice), it was a 5400lb 1975 Dodge station wagon with a 400 cubic inch (6.6 liter) V8.
I got 23mpg city and 28 highway.
No special tune-ups or magic gas-saving appliances. It’s all how you drive.
(And that 23mpg city was while delivering pizzas.)