Actually, never mind, it’s like half a page of talk. I’m extremely verbose when I get a little oxygen in me. (Which is always, for those of you following along at home!) Lemme sum up:
I said that my life’s goal was to become rich.
Boss said money isn’t everything.
I said it worked out fine for Scrooge McDuck.
She said Scrooge was a fictional character, and I should read some Thoreau.
Still smarting about her comment on Scrooge’s fictional state of being, I said Thoreau was silly.
She banished me to a corner until I could think up something nice to say about Thoreau.
So fast forward about a day, I noticed we had something at the library:
That, ladies and gentlemen, is the greatest comic book ever. It won an Eisner Award in 1995 (the Eisners are like the Oscars for comics), and it’s starring the most fascinating fictional character to ever have his own cartoon. In case you don’t believe me, here’s Scrooge McDuck’s Wikipedia Page that gives an abbreviated version of his life. Even abbreviated, it’s pretty long.
I saw that the library had it, so I snatched it and made my boss a deal: if she reads The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, I’ll read something by Thoreau.
She agreed, and here’s where the stick comes in.
This is what I have to read:
It’s just really thick, is what I’m saying. It’s the annotated version, and it’s got more than one book in it. I only have to read one of the books in it, and it’s actually quite interesting… but look at that thing.
Thoreau was a philosopher. I love philosophy. The problem with philosophy, though, is that you’ve got to sit and think about it. It’s time consuming.
Bah. I’ve made my bed and now I need to read in it. It just might take a while.