semi-necessary into almost definitely unnecessary

covered in a think layer of sweat from having shoveled wet snow, first with an unzipped coat, then merely a t-shirt, i reentered my temporary home to spy a roommate watching a recycled big budget crap hollywood remake.  now i'm semi-watching it as i type this.  i think it's nearing its climax, but who knows - lots of shooting and action don't have to mean climax, merely a lack of: imagination, originality, desire to use the art in their brand of art.  and still i follow, somewhat, which means i follow. thus, i follow my modus operandi, and look for some lessons, specific, general, whatever.
distractions abound
i'm content with "lesser than"
ain't nobody but me holding me back
shiny stuff can look real purty
i trained myself to compromise.  a lot
i hold up the idea of purity and abstinence from crap as an ideal, but i choose to not attain that ideal
living yin/yangy in a yin/yangy kinda world need not be necessary
either way, i will flood myself with crap later on during the super bowl
i'll plan to hold myself to a higher standard, even slightly higher, post game
also, this may be the least entertaining blog i've written, so i will do a brief net search for an outlandish joke

found one - may not be outlandish, but it's fun.  be well, all:

There was a papa mole, a mamma mole, and a baby mole. They lived in a hole out in the country near a farmhouse. Papa mole poked his head out of the hole and said, "Mmmm, I smell sausage!" Mamma mole poked her head outside the hole and said, "Mmmm, I smell pancakes!" Baby mole tried to stick his head outside but couldn't because of the two bigger moles. Baby mole said, "The only thing I smell is molasses."