Have a little bit of pointless fun every day for a week

school and work. Pointless, but not too fun.

Saturday: I’m going to Mass tonight, which is fun, but not pointless enough.

It’s hard to think of things that are pointlessly fun, but not dangerous or illegal. So I settled for a smidgen of both.

Driving around randomly, trying to think of something pointless, I wound up driving out onto Indian Island, a former Native American settlement near my home. On the island, surrounded by a fence and lots of “stay behind the fence cause this is dangerous”-type signs, is a giant statue of a fisherman. I decided that something pointless (yet fun) would be a quest to get beyond the fence, over the moat, and to touch the giant fisherman’s wee-wee.

So, wearing my dress clothes, I clambered over the “beware of dangerous yet illegal stuff” sign and scrambled down the bank. The moat surrounding the giant fisherman was almost dry. There was just a bunch of shallow mud. I thought, “Hah! How tough can this possibly be?”

So, apparently this was special Mad Scientist mud, because it sucked me in like Mad Scientist quicksand and was slippery as silk. I fell down once (wearing my favorite dress slacks and shoes), got up, tried again, and almost instantly fell in the mud again. To add insult to injury, some sort of official looking statue guard kind of guy pulled up and watched me slipping in the mud. He didn’t reprimand me or give me a ticket (I once got a $180 ticket for walking in a park after dark), but my dignity was definitely tarnished by the whole incident. My wrist hurt for days.

To complete the pointless “fun” incident, I went to Mervyn’s and looked at towels, trying to hide my muddy backside from the salesclerks.

I think I’m going back to making plastic animals kiss.

P.S. This isn’t the actual statue, but it gives you the idea. Also, it seems appropriate that an irreverent, mostly white person like myself should hurt my wrist and my dignity when I think about things like this:

“The Wiyot people and their friends hold a candlelight vigil every year at Indian Island near Eureka, Ca. They honor the memory of Wiyot members who were murdered in 1860 by Eureka settlers while participating in a religious ceremony. The Wiyot people are currently raising funds to buy back and restore part of Indian Island, which is the Center of their world.”

cheered lots of things on Cheese_Pants_Attack’s list.

I made a plastic pig and a plastic monkey kiss.