Aristo! Aristo! A la lanterne!: Look... we have a problem here....

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Look... we have a problem here....

It's like this.... For years and years and years, I have fulfilled my duty. Every snowfall, whenever humanly possible, I have made French Toast.

You know this.... French toast drives away the snow demons, as is written in our genetic makeup. It's the reason we all feel the pull of Bread/Milk/Eggs whenever the weather turns that special crispness which signals snow on the way.

Well, I carried that load for most of my life, doing my part to save humanity from the deadly peril of ravening hordes of snow demons.

The thing is.... well.... I'm cutting back on the carbs. To tell the whole truth, I bloody farging fat and I need to drop a few dozen pounds of flab. That's why I'm moving my habits towards steak, bacon, eggs, vegetables, and bourbon. In the last week alone five pounds of fat have wandered away, and I don't care to see them back.

So.... someone else is going to have to shoulder that load for a while.

As for me, the weather report predicts snow tomorrow, and I am keeping the shotgun handy, loaded with OO.

What sauce for Snow demon? Hmm? Nom Nom Nom.

1 comment:

Old NFO said...: Nicely done sir, I'm down 4 lbs myself and need to lose 15 more.; January 24, 2013 at 10:02 PM

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Robert Heinlein

"Do not confuse "duty" with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect.

But there is no reward at all for doing what other people expect of you, and to do so is not merely difficult, but impossible. It is easier to deal with a footpad than it is with the leech who wants "just a few minutes of your time, please — this won't take long." Time is your total capital, and the minutes of your life are painfully few. If you allow yourself to fall into the vice of agreeing to such requests, they quickly snowball to the point where these parasites will use up 100 percent of your time — and squawk for more!
So learn to say No — and to be rude about it when necessary.
Otherwise you will not have time to carry out your duty, or to do your own work, and certainly no time for love and happiness. The termites will nibble away your life and leave none of it for you.

(This rule does not mean that you must not do a favor for a friend, or even a stranger. But let the choice be yours. Don't do it because it is "expected" of you.)"