Tuesday, 24 October 2006

In which we piss off the worker ants

Y'know, to reallio trulio appreciate a long weekend, you need a nine-to-five, five-day-a-week job.

We, who earn a large part of our not-large income sitting around in our shorts, at our messy desk, two steps away from our bookshelves, and a quick collapse away from our sleeping mat, we who prospect the net for two of our columns, grok the net for the rest of our work, and wander off to exotic spots to write about them every now and then, we who have been known to spend an entire Monday sleeping.. we kinda envy the folks who have gone tearing off to beaches, hilltops, mum's cooking or what have you.

Yes. We really do. Because we've been bored out of our little skull this weekend. All the buddies are out of town, and our net connection was down. Pity us.


tangled said...

I pity you.

Chronicus Skepticus said...

Oh shush!

'Pity us' indeed!

When you're living the life we'd sell our (slightly worn) souls to live?

Not likely. Hmmph!