I know how it is to face a long weekend at home with nothing fun to do, so I’m going to pass along one of my favorite home activities. Don’t say I never hooked you up with some serious fun. My dog and I do this all the time and it’s a blast. Actually, you can do it at the office too, and you’ll want to eventually. But I’d practice at home first. It’s a sport originale!

It all started one night recently when I was watching Howie Mandel on Comedy Central. The guy’s still pretty funny. So I decided to get up and come down the hall – the entire length of my massive penthouse condo – and check the ol’ e-mail, filter through the shipload of comments on the blog, check messages on the Batphone, etc. I wanted to do this right away, but I couldn’t, because that insipid Disaronno booze commercial was on the tube yet still again, and that thing makes me want to launch lunch, you know? Seriously, I want to settle that bartender’s smarmy oversexed issues with a pitching wedge.

“Disaronno on the rocks.” Oh ho, mon petite, I’m getting’ me some tonight. Wink wink. Oiler than a bucket of anchovies.

The tube was on mute and I was half off the Barcolounger Longhorn , but I have to pass by the TV to get out of the room. I can’t stand to look at those greasy overactors again tonight, so I have to close my eyes. Right?

Right. Then it comes to me: I wonder if I can make it through the dining room, down the hall to my office, and to my computer with my eyes closed? Well it wasn’t easy the first time. The monitor was on standby, and the office was dark, so there was no glow through my eyelids to help me out. But I made it, and a new home entertainment sensation was born.

Seriously, this is better than karaoke, even it you live alone. But if you have housemates, it’s a blast. Blindfold each other! Careful of sleeping pets! But stay off the friggin’ Disaronno; this is a serious sport. You could wander head first into the bathtub, so dogsakes do it sober.