God I’m bored.
Discuss.
Heathen! As all in the Anglican cycle of worship know, it should be “Lord, I’m bored.”
Ditto.
Forever yours,
God
Did you forget to punctuate? Do you mean “God? I’m bored.” (appropriate response being a lightning strike.)
Or maybe “God, I’m bored!,” (appropriate response is a good slapping around.)
Or, “God: ‘I’m bored.’” In which case we can only speculate about what God might think up to entertain Itself.
Don’t worry Gary.I am working on a new album and the first volume of my autobiography is available in all good bookshops.
Keep the Faith,
Bob Dylan.
But, the more I think about it, the greater the ennui.
For example, I think I proved my own existence by the use of the contraction “I’m” for “I am.” And, since I’ve used the words “I think” in the sentence above, therefore I am. And I must be, since I’m bored, and couldn’t be unless I actually existed. And since my appeal to the great Himself has been answered by Himself (albeit through his intermediary Will O’B), God knows I’m bored, also proving both my existence and my state of boredom.
Perhaps, though, most tedious of all, is that I have no feathers.
Consequently, if my fossilized remains are found in some millions of years from now by future archeologists, there will be no 11-page discussion thread on the C&F forum of the future concerning either myself, God, or my boredom. It will be as though I never existed at all.
I can’t even kill a giant rat (or a dwarf elephant) and arrange to have its remains found near to mine in the hope of generating some brief but topical interest in a few megayears’ time.
God I’m depressed.
But what if, by some freak chance of nature, your bones were to be mixed up and reorganized into a different configuration. Then the “learned” archeologists would make up a new name for you. You could then have the last laugh knowing full well the truth.
Primum viveri deinde philosophari.
But…how? What is life? How can one know that one has ‘lived’? Especially one without feathers?
You sound both bored, depressed, and stresssed, and confused. Which would you like to discuss first?
After some serious navel staring…I get it, you’re trying to start a new word game. But which word, “depressed?”
Suppressed.
repressed
How does one distinguish between the philosophical and the religious?
Religion is the bait, and what you think of fishing is philosophy. 
Did you write that?
I did, but what’s new under the sun? I may have been subliminally affected by some ex-fisherman over a long period of time…to whom I would owe it.
Is there a reason why they are ex-fisherpeople?
Ah, but you miss the point: I too am bored. You humans can’t appreciate this, but who do I have to complain to when things get sticky down there with all of that free will running amok (Oy! What a mistake that was!!)
Gary, just so you know, I considered that feathers idea for humans but dropped it. I figured you guys would have just taken up flying a lot sooner than you did and then the Wright Brothers would have been bored . . . I do my best but I guess I just can’t please everybody. I could have singled you out for feathers instead of hair, but you would have cursed at me for making you a freak of nature. It’s like what Rodney Dangerfield used to say before I brought him home, “I don’t get no respect!”
Yeah, tell me about it. Slap yourself around a few times for me and then get a life!!! Or perhaps I should say I gave you a life, now start putting it to good use. That reminds me of another thing that’s really starting to tick me off. When you people aren’t whining about things going wrong you’re asking for favors. And when I grant the favors, do I ever hear a thank you . . . No-o-o-o-o-o-o!!! Just ask NorCal. He can tell you how I gave him clear skies last evening to watch my heavenly show and he can’t even toss a “thanks” or a “job well done” my way. And now he’s putting my glorious show on display as his avatar, diverting all the kudos from me to himself. Sometime I get so mad I feel like slaying some philistines . . . hm-m-m-m . . . wonder what George W. Bush is doing . . .
God
PS: Change your underwear, NorCal. Cleanliness is still next to Godliness.
Yes, to me there is a reason. I learned a lot from a fisher. I learned more from an ex, and even more by observing wise fish.
I noticed the little heading at the top of the page with the sponsors have 2 references to ‘being bored’ -what the hell is going on here! —I read somewhere a saying “boredom is the scourge of the gods” —maybe you need to have something to look forward to. You could have a wish list like getting a whistle in a different key. I don’t know why that sounds funny to me, but I’m serious. Maybe set a goal for 6 months from now on what you’d like to have accomplished. --Maybe your boredom is a good thing because it might make you motivated to do something about it.
Conical or cylindrical?