Weekly Weigh-in

I was flipping through the television channels...

I was flipping through the television channels recently and stumbled upon a replaying of “O Brother Where Art Thou.” I find the movie entertaining. So much so, when it originally came out, I bought a CD of the soundtrack. To this day it’s the only soundtrack I’ve ever purchased, although Karate Kid was certainly a consideration. I’m not the kind of guy to go all in on a single CD. I like a variety of music. Napster, iTunes…simply brilliant.

Anyway, the movie got me to thinking. Specifically, the part where the Sirens lure in Ulysses, Pete and Delmar and then end up getting them inebriated so they can turn in Pete for the ransom.
Fishing is similar to the calling of the Sirens. I can be working in my office, totally consumed and without warning; my mind wanders to catching bass. It’s frustrating! Accomplishing my work is what allows me to be able to fish. Yet, the more I fish, the more I want to fish. Talk about mental warfare!

I know I’m not alone and you share my dilemma. Don’t worry, as it won’t be long until the pharmaceutical industry has a new drug for this condition. Print ads, billboards and radio commercials all labeled as CFD, Chronic Fishing Disorder. Side effects from taking the preventative drug include:

• Total concentration at work
• Arriving early and staying late at the office
• Refusal of vacation days
• Gifting of sick days to fellow employees
• Remembering all anniversaries and birthday’s


I can see it now; our significant other’s automobile will be wrapped with the logo of the drug! I’m feeling a little weird. I think I’ll go watch Doomsday Preppers on NatGeo.