Who Needs Sleep?

There have been many nights, recently, where I have woken up, very late or very early depending on who you are, with thoughts running through my head.

Most of the thoughts have to do with stories. Ideas for characters or plots or "interesting" developments. My brain wants me to write them down, somewhere. It's not important if I ever use the stuff, what's important is that it gets out of my head.

Of course, I never do write the stuff down. It's usually two or three in the morning and that is not a good time to turn on a light and either hunt down paper and pen(cil) or turn on the computer and wait for it to boot. Not a good time at all.

I hate my job enough, as it is, and I ask myself why I'd want to add being extremely tired to an already stupid, if not rotten, day?

And then there was last night. My brain fired off at around 2:30AM. I rolled over and tried to sleep, but my brain wouldn't shut up. It just kept rattling things off and then making connections with those things and then leaping to other ideas. It was quite a pain in the cortex, let me tell you.

I remember looking at my clock at 2:45, 2:53, and 3:01 before I got up hoping that some water would help. I stumbled to the kitchen, pulled the water from the fridge, poured half a glass, drank, then, with more confidence, stumbled back to bed. I climbed in at 3:04, put my head on my pillow, closed my eyes, and was once again bombarded by my brain.

At 3:16 I decided that maybe I had to pee and went into the bathroom. I didn't.

At 3:24 I thought maybe I was too hot, pushed back a cover, and started to shiver. Maybe just one leg out? That got me one cold leg.

I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable and eventually did drift off, but I do remember looking at the clock and seeing 4:03, 4:29, and 5:12.

When my alarm went off and I climbed out of bed to start the process of starting my day, I decided that maybe it would be better to turn on the fucking computer or search for god damned pen(cil) and paper. At least I'd be doing "something."

A Qusetion

Is it horribly racist of me to see the first name "D`Mitria" and assume that this person is black?

Ten Minutes

That's all it takes, right.

Anyway,

• Work, for the day is soon to be over. The week, too, will eventually end. And I will be at my parents' house for the long haul probably on Saturday.
• Found out, due to bears in the ocean, but not in Hawaii, that my brother's wife and me think alike, at least when it comes to bears in the ocean, but not in Hawaii, and the fact that we think alike.
• Haven't dreamed of work for almost a year now. After the new program was introduced I had nightmares and regular dreams about work for four or five months. I don't miss 'em, but sometimes I wonder what it means.
• Been thinking about pizza a lot recently. Haven't bought any, but want to.
• Spent time wondering if I should rejoin Facebook and join up with Twitter. Only a part of me wants to. The rest knows I have plenty of time wasting possibilities already.
• Haven't seen the new Disney movie, but I really, really want to.
• I like menthol. Reminds me of wintergreen, which I also like.
• Been powering though Farscape. That show is even better than I remember.
• Close enough for leaving time.
• 'Night.

Sure Ain't Shakespeare. It Ain't Even Daniel.

There's someone who's distant in the night
curled up under down, hand under head,
waiting for the moment when things turn bright
hoping it washes away all the dread.
But even the golden rays of morning
can't push away all of the little fears
that have built over time with no warning.
Some of life's many stupid souvenirs.
That person stays curled, waiting for day,
hoping that enough small things will get better
that the little fears won't come out and prey
and squeeze and constrict like a shrunken sweater.
Always looking for a small piece of hope
to find a new and better way to cope.

More Obsessive Songs: The Video Edition

Colin Hay's "Overkill" -- Actually not the real video, just him singin' it live.


Jimmy Eats World's "The Middle" -- Never saw this video until today, it's kind of stupid, but I've been humming the song a lot recently.


Grizzly Bear's "Two Weeks" -- A fan video. As Heels put it when she posted it back in August: "This guy made this for the love of the music, and it's incredible."

Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear from Gabe Askew on Vimeo.

Nightshade Family's "Frankie" -- One I just watched this morning, much to my chagrin since Johnny Logic posted it last week, also a fan video. It's about where I grew up. Pretty sure I've been on that merry-go-round.

You wanna know something?

I miss overtime. And not just for the obvious reason.

I think I'd be willing to do it even if they just gave me vacation time.

"It's been a quiet week..."

Just bought tickets to go see A Prairie Home Companion, twice, when it comes to SF next month. Although people can't tell by looking at me, I'm very excited.

MY SOUL...

IT SCREAMS FOR VALIDATION!

Holy and Shit

Comcast moves one step closer to controlling our minds!

Look, I really like TV and movies, but it makes me nervous when the suppliers of TV get involved in the making of it.

Why does he go on so about GODDAMNED fan fiction!? But this one is short.

One of the things that's fun(nish) about writing fan fiction is that you don't have to really try to describe who the characters are.

I mean if I write the words "Deanna Troi" at the very beginning of a story everyone who chooses to read it will know who Deanna Troi is, what she is, and how she grew up. No explanation necessary. I do, however have to explain why she and Beverly Crusher are kissing and fumbling at each others gi belts after one of Worf's mok'bara classes, but I don't have to tell her life story.

MAKEOVER!

It's been stuck in my head this morning, so I thought I'd share. Aren't I wonderful?