Friday, July 31, 2009

Trepanation From The OutsideIN

Someone in my immediate surroundings, who shall remain anonymous, lost the ability to sleep in. Apparently their brain found the alarm function, and in fiddling around with said function set it to 7AM, and now this someone who shall remain anonymous wakes up DING! regardless of exhaustion or what time sleep was achieved, and can sleep no further.

I lol'ed to hear this, because I'm a jerk like that.

And then I started doing the same.

Did you know that an inner alarm clock was contagious? I didn't. It must have taken prolonged exposure, or maybe it had a long incubation period, but suddenly, DING! I can't sleep past 7AM.

I'm not cool with that.

Someone who shall remain anonymous has apologised for inflicting this on me. In light of such an apology, my brain has decided to go one-up, and for the past two weeks I have been waking up at THREE O'FUCKING-CLOCK IN THE MORNING.

WHY

I DO NOT KNOW

Stupid brain.

Unsurprisingly, I'm a little frazzled right now. A couple of days back I went to bed and to sleep at 7PM. Woke up, it was dark, my alarm wasn't going off so I sighed. Hello again 3AM. Rolled over to check the time and OMFG IT'S PAST NINE I'M LATE FOR WORK I'M no wait hang on that's PM.

I'd only been asleep for two hours.

Dreams have been a little too active of late as well, so what sleep I am getting is not particularly restful. I dreamed I was Hunter S. Thompson, in some lovely woodland glade, and I had a stick. One long thin stick. John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson of Pulp Fiction were out to get me. They had machine guns and chainsaws. It didn't end well.

Stupid stick.

Monday, July 27, 2009

plaguerising my blog

"OH, MY ACHING HYPERLINKS..."
I have a lot to blog. But I wrote 15k in 7 days.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

This is not a map of Antarctica.

Today was awesome, and when I say awesome, I mean, awesome. A. W. E. S. O. M. E. Things occur in threes. One of these things made me giggle and shall not be disclosed any time soon. Another of these things made me shriek and shall be disclosed soon-ish. The last of these things was purely material and thus of no interest to anyone to me.

When these things combine, I end up feeling like this;



As nicked from Warren Ellis.

Now, when you wrestle with an idea for long enough - whether that idea be a project, person, goal, whatever - it begins to define your day, and once it has defined enough of your days, it begins to define you.

Thus, no matter how you may feel about said idea (in this particular case, a whole lot of loathing and frustration), when the time comes to part with it, you will be lost. Bereft. The anchor to which you and your life have unwittingly become attached suddenly gone, an absence you know is coming but only understand when it is sitting in your lap at 6:37pm on a week day evening. You'll rather feel as though you've just had a break up.

How to deal with this?

A) Drown your sorrows!
B) Revel in the free time and headspace you've suddenly regained!
C) START ANOTHER PROJECT WITH AN INSANE DEADLINE

Guess. Just go on. I bet you don't even need one.

Posting shall remain light for the interim.

(Actually, posting will probably go through the roof as I seek any form of procrastination. Bet you tu dolla.)

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

DECRYPTION SPECIFICATION UNSTABLE

The eternally brilliant Madame Bishop has been documenting the adrenaline-packed thrill ride that is the revision process, as seen here, here, and here. It's heady stuff, full on and hard to handle. Not for the faint of heart.

I am engaged in the same death march. Actually, that's a lie. My death march is totally different to hers. She's paying stringent attention to detail, and I'm sort of...poking at it with a stick while failing to do the dishes. Anyway, this blog is going to stay quiet, at least until Friday. Friday I intend to get roaring drunk, either because a) I have sent off the completed story, huzzah and rejoice! or b) I haven't. Either way there is going to be liquor involved, and it will be messy, and that's the only warning you're going to get.

Make your decisions accordingly.

Thursday, July 02, 2009