The trouble with brain numbing, time consuming tasks is your mind has to redirect itself, lest one falls asleep while operating the leaf blower. I’ve been considering the source of laziness and I think it might be closely associated with man landing on the moon in 1969. Leading me to conclude space exploration is pure evil, at least in so far as it relates to my ability to get things done.

Because technology exceeded expectation and imagination, my Better Half is constantly looking for a better way to complete tasks, after all if science can permit man the opportunity to walk on the moon, why can’t it create an easier way to: scrape paint, clean up yard debris, pressure wash the deck, pick up tennis shoes, and for goodness sakes, communicate with extended family?

Because of this scientific hiccup, brains become disdainful of actual application, spend hours laboring in front of computer screens inputing search terms, when the truth is, it is easier and more efficient to physically place your coffee cup in the dishwasher, than find a better way online. Of course the best way to solve this dilemma is to either choose your model of spouse very carefully or continue to live at home with your mother until she kicks the bucket.

The other issue with this space exploration thing, is it’s negative impact upon my patience. If a man can walk on the moon, why do I have to suffer an entire week with a sinus infection. Okay fine so maybe the technology that opened the gate to the great space race was the culmination of decades, hell, cumulatively speaking centuries worth, of applied science, big dreaming and a nominal, or maybe even higher than nominal number of failures. So it probably wasn’t easy, and a lot of people lost sleep, and a lot of wives were probably scared shitless for the husbands (because lets face women have yet to walk on the moon, though if Ralph Kramdem had his way….). If scientist have the resources to expend on something as far-fetched as space travel, the least they can do is expend a tiny amount of energy to ensure that no woman faces another yeast infection, and no man has to endure swollen hemorrhoids.

Some blame the full moon, when others lose track of their sensibilities, but why stop there? We’re always looking for someone else to thrust responsibility upon, might as well blame NASA, as well.