The Importance of Being Idle

Better, Although The Universe Still Ends In Silence

Well, I've actually forced myself to keep going, and I have to say I'm generating some actual enthusiasm for the day, which is nice.
Okay, daddy long legs (or more accurately, the crane fly). There was one in my living room, bumbling about, when I got out of my bath yesterday. How it got in I can't imagine, nor why once it had got in it stayed hidden for such a long period (it must've been inside in excess of 36 hours) before making its appearance. I fucking hate crane flys. I always think they look like flying spiders, all long dangly legs and just general yugginess. Except of course, they're like spiders with all the malevolance taken out and replaced with utter stupidity. I mean, they wobble through the air, seemingly barely able to keep airborne, and with all the precision and stability of dandelion seeds blowing in a particularly giddy wind, and yet somehow this very unpredictability makes them more scary, even though you KNOW that should they actually manage to get anywhere near where they're going it is nothing but pure coincidence. This randomness also makes them shockingly hard to catch and kill. Its not guile on their part, they're not super swift bugs bent on survival, they are just pure idiocy, keeping moving in the vain hope that they might end up somewhere worth being. Still, randomness, by its very nature, is impossible to predict, so their destruction relies on the moments where they alight to take breath before throwing themselves haphazardly into the air once more.
Long story short, I killed the fucker, and good riddance to it.

posted by BadMonkey @ 4:04 PM