Boredom: The Rant of Doom

Before we start, I'm doing a quick test:  

Hopefully, that rubber ducky took you to the main website.  If it didn't, I give up on learning HTML.  Which begs the question:  why was I learning HTML?  Because I was bored.

Let the 5th annual ranting games begin!

Yes, that worked too!  nice job HTML.

So lets start with an experience that completely changed my perception of boredom:  No, not that...  Not that either... Hold on while I'm finding it...


Ha!  Here it is!  No, not proof that I'm a nerd,  the Super Bull.

And I call it this because it's just that:  Super Bull.  Why?  Because its Football, y'know, the sh*ty american kind.   No, not the all-american sport of shooting people in the head, the all american sport of men playing with balls men chucking deformed Pluto between giant forks!  I said it.  I don't like football.  And some people don't everybody doesn't like my awful Zelda references.  But why not?  I would say its rant time, but since this is about boredom, then NOPE! boredom.  So its time for my explanation:  It's nature vs nurture vs torture See, the natural reason is shifting the blame onto weather-  I mean neurons.  They don't have Dramamine, or Advil, or whatever those happiness things are.  Its why you choose Skiing over Staying home.  Because skiing gives you the Advil.  Or Dramamine.  Or Exclamation Marks.  So why don't you get the Tylenol when you watch the Broncos win?  This is where nurture comes in.  Simply put, your parents didn't give you medicine when you got a headache from watching the big game.  I mean, the Aleve doesn't run through your head because your parents weren't there to demonstrate that during the big game, it's a perfect time for medicine from your local Rite-Aid.  But what if, they didn't show you Video games, but turns out you love them?  Well, somebody must have.  You went to a friends house.  It escalated from there.  Time to explain tortuafpauvunuy502797&