The Barren Field
Posted on July 8, 2015 Posted by John Scalzi 47 Comments
So, my problem recently is that every now and then I get it into my head, “Hey, I should write a Whatever entry about something,” and then I go through the list of things out there to write about, and by and large the emotion I feel about them is “oh, Jesus, like I give a single shit about that right now.”
And it feels great! I am bathed in enjoyable lassitude about pretty much everything right about now. I don’t imagine it will last — it never does, I’m a cranky bastard — but for the moment? It’s kind of lovely. I think I will appreciate it while it lasts.
I would LOVE to have this as a poster… just too bad I can’t post it at work..
I’m so lazy that I’ll make this comment later.
Laziness is the mother of Necessity, and Necessity is the mother of Invention.
Thus, Laziness is the grandmother of Invention.
Besides, there’s probably enough outrage on the Internet right now anyway.
This being Whatever, I’m hoping that comment doesn’t spark outrage in anyone reading it.
Isn’t this the whole point of taking cat pictures? I mean, it’s a perfect fit: when you don’t give a f***, post a picture of an animal that doesn’t give a f***!
Enjoy the freedom, but I’m afraid the worries will come back.
Oh joy…. can I use that image;it has so many applications…
There is a word for the complex welter of emotions you are feeling. That word is “Summer”.
Good for you! After all, the internet is for porn, not ranting. Although, Rule 34 means there must be porn featuring people ranting on the Internet…
My garden looks exactly the same.
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The key to my happiness is that it began when I let my fucks field go fallow. It was so nice that I decided to leave it that way. Now I just grow a few tomatoes and play music.
Write about something positive or that makes you happy instead. Family, job, etc.
Enjoyable Lassitude. The new prequel/sequel set in the Old Man’s War universe where warring species and civilizations, hellbent on obliterating each other, sit around and wait for the next shit to hit the fan. And cookies.
It’s like a cleanse, a cleanse of fucklessness. Ride the wave.
Oh man! I thought you were going to post something about the meme itself! And then I was going to tell you I had this pattern for sale: https://www.etsy.com/listing/196761134/mature-cross-stitch-pdf-pattern-barren?ref=shop_home_feat_2
Cf. this great line from The Peripheral:
(h/t to Language Log)
And thus began the great Blog Fuck Famine of 2015. A fine time to promote my self published essay “A Modem-ist Proposal”
“It is a melancholy object to those who browse through this great internets, when they see the blogs, the comments, and tweets, crowded with beggars of attention, followed by three, four, or six retweets and upvotes, all in outrage and importuning every passenger for an clicks…. “
Whaddaya think? Will it sell? CAN I GET A BLURB, EH?!
THINK OF THE EXPOSURE!
I must say that reading the comments posted to this is just as enjoyable as the post itself!
Look at them, Anakin…
Sounds like you are describing apathy. I don’t understand why you would find that lovely.
Wonderful. Thanks for the giggle.
The student asked, “Master, how do I tell the difference between apathy and Nirvana?” The master replied, “The Buddha is smiling.”
You feel this way because as master of the SJW cabal, you’ve achieved so much, right? Legal gay marriage, no more challenges to Obamacare, a frickin’ conversation about the Confederate flag even! Honestly, there’s nothing else for you to do but lean back and cackle.
Of course that thought could be read in a different and much sadder way.
I simply do not get the joke, point, whatever. Is there one?
Perhaps Scalzi has been practicing the “Fuck That” meditation:
The ‘joke’ is that Scalzi has no fucks to give.
How dare you not care about the thing that I care about today?! And without even the shallow excuse that you care about something that is clearly less important!! You are obviously an awful person!!
It’s the middle of summer. It’s hard to get serious about stuff in the middle of summer. My monthly Ninc column is due today… and I can’t think of anything to write about, either. So I’d better get cracking 1500 words due on something weighty and worthy by tonight…. But it’s the middle of summer. I just want to lie in the lounger with a fruity beverage.
Enjoy the feeling. No need to be constantly stressed about something.
Wow, it took you a while to get here. I have a glass of crianza for ya. Right next to the manchego and jamon serrano.
…Truly envious of your field…
It’s a lovely day here in the town of Dun-Givva-Fark, and we’d like to welcome our newest citizen, Mr John Scalzi. We’d applaud, but we can’t be bothered. Then again, we’re not going to be asking you to speak a few words to the audience either, so everyone wins out.
I really need that as a poster for my wall, or a notebook cover, or a sticker. Or heck, a tattoo.
Shalt, surely? “Thou shalt see”. Or “You shall”.
Happily, that is the only thing currently growing in my field, a few kilometers out of Megpie’s charming Outback town.
So . . . who owns the rights to that image/saying? I mean that particular arrangement; I would love to use it, but I like to attribute work that is not mine.
If you read this and answer, thanks. If you don’t, and don’t . . . oh, well; my field is not quite as barren, but I can act like it is.
Verily, thy field matcheth mine own.
If you don’t feel up to making fun of current events, just post a random quote from Donald Trump. He pretty much makes fun of himself, without any outside effort required whatsoever.
Alternatively — and I’d have posted this in the next thread, but it turns out to be like a five-year-old book and therefore not eligible — consider this: http://www.amazon.com/Apathy-Other-Small-Victories-Neilan/dp/0312352190
It is now safe to move about the cabin. However, the captain is leaving the seat-belt light on to remind you that turbulence can appear without warning.
I’ve seen that particular image with that phrase in a number of places over the last few years, and there’s a lot of it to be found on Google image search. Of course, that doesn’t help with original attribution, but it does imply that it’s not Scalzi’s.
This is a favorite in the Ravelry forums I play in. I know several of the members are cross-stitching this.
I’m fairly sure this image was created by one Lionel Lauer:
using this site:
I always worry about letting things go and will keep a list of “interesting links and stuff” because I worry about follower retention.
I envy that state of fucklessness.
If you want to post but don’t have a worthy subject pet pics are always good. We rather like pet pics actually.
More ways not to give a fuck:
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DO NOT LOOK AT THIS.. if you’re offended by the “F” bomb. Being married to a retired soldier and firefighter, I, however, am not and thought this … and its accompanied picture… “F”ing hysterical. :)