Saturday, June 21, 2003
Gravity of the situation |9:58 AM| I'm going to leave th post beneath this one as a testament to forcing yourself to write something when you can't think of anything else to do.
I hope I'm not the only one who does this, but when I'm lying in bed (floor, for the time being) and I start to drift off, I take note of what's around me. Now, once I've "reached out with my perceptions" I start to think of unusual situations. Such as, what if the room were to suddenly shift, so that the wall to my left was now "down"? Through gravity, or large mechanical turning devices, I was now suddenly on the wall. Would I be able to react in time to both land without injury, as well as avoid all the falling crap?
I find that I position my legs a little differently at that point. Not in preperation of say, a drug crazed lunatic, or a storm, but of gravity fucking with me
Maybe this is part of the reason my sleep schedule is so messed up. As a note on a previous post, it turns out that Happy is a friend of the roommate's boyfriend, and not some random drug addict. He's still classified as an asshole for showing up at a random time looking for drugs, as my roommate says.
I could use a muse. The muses that come to mind immediately are The Shrike in "Hyperion" and a character in a Sandman comic. This makes me think I'm far more dorky than I might currently portray myself. Either way, I don't have a 9 foot tall killing machine or a greek mythological figure on hand, so I'll take a look around. I think I've had muses before, but I could be wrong. That brings me to another point, in a post that I keep meaning to write, about past mistakes and how they affect my present mindset.
Portalstar doesn't count as my muse. She's wonderful, and nice, and inspirational in certain ways, but most of our humor together is of the sort "you had to be there". Not to say Portal isn't funny, I wouldn't be dating her if she wasn't, but I can't usually bring what we talk about into written form. The unusual times I can, you, the reader, have already seen it.
General Tsao's Chicken. Goddamn, I love the internet. Here's the recipe I'm whipping up tonight, with any luck.
Gravity of the situation |9:58 AM| I'm going to leave th post beneath this one as a testament to forcing yourself to write something when you can't think of anything else to do.
I hope I'm not the only one who does this, but when I'm lying in bed (floor, for the time being) and I start to drift off, I take note of what's around me. Now, once I've "reached out with my perceptions" I start to think of unusual situations. Such as, what if the room were to suddenly shift, so that the wall to my left was now "down"? Through gravity, or large mechanical turning devices, I was now suddenly on the wall. Would I be able to react in time to both land without injury, as well as avoid all the falling crap?
I find that I position my legs a little differently at that point. Not in preperation of say, a drug crazed lunatic, or a storm, but of gravity fucking with me
Maybe this is part of the reason my sleep schedule is so messed up. As a note on a previous post, it turns out that Happy is a friend of the roommate's boyfriend, and not some random drug addict. He's still classified as an asshole for showing up at a random time looking for drugs, as my roommate says.
I could use a muse. The muses that come to mind immediately are The Shrike in "Hyperion" and a character in a Sandman comic. This makes me think I'm far more dorky than I might currently portray myself. Either way, I don't have a 9 foot tall killing machine or a greek mythological figure on hand, so I'll take a look around. I think I've had muses before, but I could be wrong. That brings me to another point, in a post that I keep meaning to write, about past mistakes and how they affect my present mindset.
Portalstar doesn't count as my muse. She's wonderful, and nice, and inspirational in certain ways, but most of our humor together is of the sort "you had to be there". Not to say Portal isn't funny, I wouldn't be dating her if she wasn't, but I can't usually bring what we talk about into written form. The unusual times I can, you, the reader, have already seen it.
General Tsao's Chicken. Goddamn, I love the internet. Here's the recipe I'm whipping up tonight, with any luck.
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