The Importance of Being Idle

So Hot, Milk Was A Bad Choice

Today was actually a pretty good day. The weather has been as schizophrenic as usual, with rainy patches and a solid grey overcast counter-pointed by balmy summer temperatures, and what is a quite frankly glorious evening of blue skies and sunshine (which I will duly ignore and stay inside). I've applied for tons of jobs (well, about seven, but thats seven times as many as I have in the past month or so...), and I am for once genuinely excited about the possibilities that lie before me.
I think a big part of my problem is that I really don't expect a lot from myself on a daily basis. Thats crazy though, cos my favourite days are always the ones that start at like 5am with impossible goals, and which end at 10pm in glorious success. Days where I start late, finish early and achieve nothing noticeable in-between (so like most of my days then) really aren't all that inspiring to me, and I allow myself far too many like that. I need to get excited about my life, and yeah, I've been watching Dr Phil again, so sue me...
Okay, last night I watched what was in fact the second ever soccer game of my entire life. It was apparently a very good game, and tremendously exciting, but as it was 3-0 by half-time and the commentators kept telling us that no-one has ever come back from such a deficit, so I went off and did something else, only for Liverpool (for it was they and... possibly Milan) to draw level, and in a thrilling finale, win on penalties. So really I only saw like half a game. Anyway what struck me most was the apparent lack of organisation in the game. Its like, there're are eleven people on each side, and each and everyone of them does their own thing. There's very little evidence of team-work or any kind of planned attacking strategies. I could be wrong, I have on occasion been wrong before, but thats just how it looked to me. Also these players are supposedly the best in Europe right, so how come they all keep making the same obvious mistakes? Like when they're coming down the wing, and there's a defender inside them, they just keep pushing it and pushing it, until there's nowhere left to go. What kind of sense is that? They are obviously and unavoidably going to run out of room... I dunno, I wonder how much of what you see is the 'received wisdom' of how football should be, and how much of that has actually been tested by new ideas and strategies. Somehow I suspect very little of it.
You remember how I'd been thinking about doing some tidying and general chucking out of things? Well that kinda got done today... Jules was in a VERY stressed mood, I mean seriously I've known her for years but I have never seen her like this and cleaning does calm her significantly, so I let her have a play. Hey, it worked out good for me, my spare room has significantly less clutter, and I didn't have to do a damn thing to help. I am truly a great friend...

posted by BadMonkey @ 7:28 PM