Another Sad Day

Today it is pissing down rain, has been pissing down rain since I staggered out of bed at around 7 a.m. to watch first futobal, then football all day. It is now almost 4 p.m., and my fat ass has worn a lovely ass groove into the chaise lounge that I am currently lounging upon. There have been good results for my real life team, and sort of shitty results for my fantasy team(s). This is what my Sundays are reduced to, spending hours and hours sitting on my unproductive ass yelling as grown men slam into each other at speed in an attempt to get a ball over a goal line. Clearly, today is hero less which is the reason for this aside into my day to day existence. No one in my little hero list came close. The best bet was Charlton Heston, and while he possessed many qualities that might have got him into the hall of heroes on any other day, today he just had too many flaws as well. The large number of actors and actresses that have graced the pages of this little "list" of mine is quite disturbing. Of course, I guess it is my own fault for watching too much TV. I do read a lot as well, but presently the book I am reading "The Forever Street," by Frederic Morton is a bit of a clunker. Actually it is a real clunker, but I am determined to finish it. This is a personal failing of mine as well, no matter how bad a book may get, I usually finish them out of some perverse sense of duty. I guess I should learn to chuck the clunker over, and move on to the next book in the line. A there is a line, a list of books that I feel I NEED to read that, no matter how much I read, always seems to get longer. Progress on this list is relative I suppose. It seems for every one book I read, two or three books weasel their way onto the list. My wish list at Amazon.com is over 100 books long. You would think that instead of wasting my time watching this football crap, and wasting more time writing this blog crap, I would buckle down and get to work reading that list. Of course, that would involve me actually being able to buckle down and do some actual work. However, in some respects, this blog is actual work, and it has been hard work at times. Trying to shoehorn some knucklehead into hero status does at times take a lot of work. People that I know in real life, and who have nothing better to do in their free time than to slide over and read this blog have mentioned to me that you can tell a difference in some of the posts. The ones that they believe are my "real" heroes are much better written, and show some degree of original thought. I have also been made aware that sometimes it is difficult to post comments on them because of the nature of the post. In some ways that makes me very sad. For some perverse reason, I like comments. In some respects I feed off of them. I know that does sort of defeat what I have said before about writing this blog just for me, but I never claimed to be logically consistent. I do appreciate the comments, and really encourage them, and I feel that they enrich the blog . Of course there is one blog that I read in which a main reason for commenting seems to be a race to who can comment first. That is very sad, because it is a good blog in some many other ways, intelligently written, and extremely funny. But a contest to post the comment "First!" cheapen the experience (at least for me) in a major way. So, for the painfully few, but still welcome comments that I receive, YOU, my loyal reader(s), are my heroe(s) of the day. Never saw that coming did you? Ha! Neither did I till I got to writing the end of the post.