6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death

I've never quite understood people who claim to get "bored". If you've
got even a little bit of money, there's no end to all the pointless
crap you can buy to entertain yourself, and even the working poor
should seemingly be kept busy (and so be saved from boredom) by their
constant struggle to survive coupled with the relatively inexpensive
escape provided by to them the abuse of alcohol.
 
But, for those who still claim to "have nothing to do" I will provide
this list which may or may not contain six suggestions of highly
original and universally pleasurable time-killing activities I may
possibly enjoy the idea of participating in from time to time.

 

1. FAIL TO GRASP THE IMPERIAL MEASUREMENT SYSTEM EVEN AFTER ALL
THESE YEARS

6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death - Ruler

How many ounces in a pound? Eight? Forty six? A Billion? Fuck if I
know. That's the problem with the imperial system of measurement: The
only people who can remember all the seemingly random units and
conversion tables are science teachers and idiot savants. Why any
country (I'm looking at you United States) would continue to use an
antiquated, obtuse, and borderline worthless measurement system when
far more logical systems are available is beyond me.
 
When it comes right down to it, the only conversion I can consistently
remember is 5280 feet in a mile. Can't say it's done me any good.
Nobody ever asks about that shit, because nobody needs to know it. It's
worthless. When's the last time you measured out a mile? That's right:
Never. You never did. And that’s why I never understand why the US
doesn’t just convert to metric. At least then you'd be able to remember
the measurement system you were failing to utilize. I always loved the
metric system when I was a kid. How many meters in a kilometer? Boom:
1000. How many kilograms in a gram? 0.001 of course.

But then again, maybe my inability to use the imperial system just
stems from my own faulty brain. Sometimes I even get money confused
with time. Like, if I’m trying to count out a dollar I’ll get to 60
cents and say it’s a dollar. You know, like 60 minutes in an hour?
Usually whoever I was counting the money out too will say “You stupid
shit. It’s 100 cents in a dollar." and snatch the money out of my hands
before shoving me into some off duty cop who accuses me of grabbing his
ass, and maybe I did but hey: You can't prove anything. Goddamn
pigs. 
 
I think the point I'm trying to make here is: The Metric System.
 
 

2. PUMP UP THE JAM (PUMP IT UP)

6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death - Boombox

As I have little idea what, precisely, the "pumping up" of "the jam" as
described in Technotronic's debut album (the aptly titled: Pump Up the
Jam: The Album) entails, I can do little but theorize as to the actions
one should take in order to ensure that the jam is sufficiently pumped:

Increase The Volume Of The Music

While this may seem fairly obvious, you'd be surprised how often jam
pumping amateurs attempt to pump up the jam while the volume on their
audio system is only putting out 20-40 decibels. Please. I think it's
safe to assume that the jam is never going to be pumped at such
piddling levels. Increase the volume sixfold (at the very least), and
you might have a chance at pumping up the jam. Anything less is little
more than masturbation.

Abuse Stimulants

Once the volume on your audio equipment has been increased to the
highest possible level, psychopharmacological stimulation is one of the
only avenues available to those who wish to pump the jam further.
Granted, you are only pumping up your PERCEPTION of the jam (as opposed
to pumping up the jam itself) but in the end, this is only important on
a philosophical level. The fact remains that even a small dose of
cocaine or amphetamine is certain to bring about a significant increase
in the levels of jam one experiences. But always remember to stay
properly hydrated when partaking in either of these substances, as heat
stroke is a very real danger.

Get Your Booty On The Floor (Tonight)

I'm reasonably certain that this is not to be interpreted as a literal
command (e.g. that you should press your buttocks against that portion
of the room which forms its lower enclosing surface) but rather as a
colloquial invitation to join others on the dance floor. So you might
as well go ahead and do that.

But always remember that in the end, the most important thing is that
you pump up the jams on your own terms, as it is technically impossible
to pump a jam incorrectly. Realistically, jam pumping is so very rare
these days, that most of us would appreciate even a poorly pumped jam
as opposed to none at all.

 

3. UNSUCCESSFULLY ATTEMPT TO STIFLE A SNEEZE WHEN YOU HAVE A MOUTH
FULL OF 100 PROOF ALCOHOL

6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death - Watering Eyes

The liquor will likely travel up into your sinus cavity, where it will
bring about a pain so exquisite and delightful that you will faint
straight away and be transported to an otherworldly paradise featuring
with skies of azure flame, high-fructose corn syrup waterfalls,
candycane prison shanks, and bears that could talk but choose not to.
 
Upon regaining consciousness, you will discover that you now posses any
number of fairly worthless superpowers, such as the ability to cause
your fingernails to grow twice as fast, the ability to cause levitating
objects to drop to the ground, or the ability to impregnate a woman by
simply whispering her name.
 
Good luck.

4. UTILIZE A TROUGH URINAL FILLED WITH ICE

6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death - Urinal

If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a trough urinal. You know,
like those things they have at baseball stadiums where it’s just one
long basin? What are we, animals? There’s no way I’m gonna be able to
go in a thing like that, especially not with a

But by far the craziest version I’ve seen was at this (fairly
expensive) beachfront restaurant I went to. They had a trough urinal
with a bunch of crushed ice in it. Crushed ice? What the fuck is that?
Is it supposed to be refreshing? Why, it’s like urinating upon a
crystal clear glacier! Cut the fancy shit, Beachfront Restaurant
Bathroom, because most of us don’t want to be peeing into ice. It’s
unnatural. I never even pee in snow outside, it feels too much like
vandalism to me.
But honestly, I don’t even see the point of ice in a urinal. Is it
supposed to keep it from stinking the joint up? If so, let me tell you:
it didn’t work. The whole place still reeked of wino piss. It was like
a trip to New York. Not to mention all the ice was half melted and
stained. Yes, this is certainly some lovely ambiance you’ve created in
here, what with the complete lack of air conditioning and this metal
hog trough sloshing over with putrid urine, crushed ice, and chewing
tobacco bolus. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get back to my
meal. Christ.

So consider this a warning to restaurant owners: Spend a couple of
bucks on some regular urinals with dividers, you cheap bastards, or I'm
just gonna start peeing in the sink. Then we'll see who has the last
laugh.
 
 

5. CALL SOMEONE, AND THEN WHEN THEY SAY “HELLO?” SAY “HELLO.” AND
HANG UP

6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death - Old Phone

You can either think of it as a childish prank, or a performance art
piece for an audience of one, meant to call attention to the absurdity
of obligatory politeness and thoughtless greetings in our society.
 
Either way, it probably won't win you any new friends.
 
 

6. HIRE AN ELDERLY PERSON TO RUN IN THE MIDDLE OF SOME KIDS’
KICKBALL GAME AND KICK AWAY THE KICKBALL

6 Fun Things To Do While You Await The Embrace Of Death - Kickball

You might think it sounds mean, but really it isn’t. You’re giving the
kids (and anyone else who witnesses it) a story to tell. "That time the
crazy old man ran into their kickball game and kicked away the
kickball" is a memory they'll cherish for the rest of their lives. Here
are a few tips to help you get started.

The Older The Better

This might seem obvious, but you'd be surprised how many people don't
consider age when hiring a complete stranger to ruin a child's kickball
game. But it is important that the person be old, because otherwise
they're just going to come off as sort of a dick. Think of it this way:
If a 20 year old sprints in and punts the ball out over a freeway, he's
just some asshole who ruined the game. But it, on the other hand, some
90 year old slowly shuffles in and kicks the ball causing it to roll
about four feet, it'll be pretty hilarious.

Stick To Men

I don't want to get into the whole sexist nature of humor here, but the
fact remains that an old man doing something crazy is much funnier than
an old woman doing the very same thing. In fact, if an old woman were
to run in the middle of a kickball game, she would most likely just
frighten the children. Remember: Old man doing crazy stuff = kooky
senior who loves life. Old woman doing crazy stuff = scary and sad cat
lady with dementia. Hey, I don't make the rules, I just report 'em.

Be Racially Sensitive

If many of the children are black (or even mixed race), having
an elderly white man disrupt their game would potentially be seen as
poor taste. Instead, I would suggest matching the race of the old
person with the race of the majority of the children (e.g. black old
man, black children). It should be noted, however, that Hispanic and
Asian old people are considered "Wild Cards" and can be utilized
against any group of children without fear of stirring up troubling
racial feelings.
 
By keeping these pointers in mind, one can assure the safest and most
fulfilling kickball-ruining experience possible for both onlookers,
and participants. 
 

And So...

I hope very much that you've enjoyed this borderline incomprehensible
commentary on Nothing In Particular. Either this article has served to
stave off your boredom for a few moments it takes to skim it, or (and
this is far more likely) reading it has driven you to finally decide to take your own life
rather than live one moment longer in a world which would allow such a
thing to be published.
 
If the former is the case, I have nothing but pity for you. If latter
is true, I make no apologies, but recognize your right to end your own
life and wish you good luck on your voyage into everlasting darkness.
 
For more information on a person's legal right to hasten his or her own
death, visit deathwithdignity.org.

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