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Sep. 6th, 2003
The truth at last...
Sep. 6th, 2003 03:36 am
My inner child is six years old!
Look what I can do! I can walk, I can run, I can
read! I like to do stuff, and there's a whole
big world out there to do it in. Just so long
as I can take my blankie and my Mommy and my
three best friends with me, of course.
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Guess who can't sleep
Sep. 6th, 2003 04:20 amIt's a quarter past four in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm very tired but I just can't stop my brain working.
When I get on a roll at work with coding there are times when I just can't stop. I left work today at four because, (a) it's Friday and that's home time; and (b) I've done quite a few extra hours this week. But part of me didn't want to leave. There is so much I know I need to do and there was no time to do it today. Add to thatlisaparratt's insistence for much VNV Nation in the car to and from work, and it being the same album each time, I now have work code flashing before my mind's eye with a bleepy goth soundtrack and it's keeping me awake.
My brain seems generally quite good at multiprocessing and I do find it useful, but sometimes some of the background processes infringe. I need the mental equivalent of a big stick with a nail in it to keep it under control.
Also when my mind is like this and I do get some sleep I get some severely twisted dreams, like they've been scripted by Neil Gaiman. Tonights was one where I was complete surrounded by people who'd had their arms and legs amputed above the knees and elbows. They were walking around on their stumps quite happily like it's totally normal. Then as the dream progressed they merged/morphed in to chickens prepared for cooking, walking on their stumps waving their stubby wings back and forth, totally naked and plucked looking. All of this set in the "girl in the red dress training program" street scene in the Matrix.
When people hear about my dreams they usually ask, "Can I have what you've just had?" In this case the trippyness seems to have been brought on by a large lamb donner from the local food delivery place.
I notice that Storm has finally released her revised "Enchantments". That slipped out a little quietly. It's bloody hard to find her books in your average high street bookshop. In fact the last time I wandered around a Waterstones I noticed that you appear on their shelves only if your one of a few well read, highly bought, authors. For variation the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section is a little poor. If you want lots of Pratchett, Rankin, etc that's fine but the more obscure authors aren't there. It's very much quantity over quality.
My back's a bit fucked at the moment. I washed the car a few weeks ago and must have pulled something and it still hasn't sorted itself out. I'm fine unless I sit slightly hunched over in which case trying to stand straight afterwards is both painful and difficult. This isn't helping sleep either but I think I must try so I'm off to make myself a sweet cup of tea (I know caffiene will keep me awake and is a diuretic and so will mean I'll be needing to pee all night but I feel I need one right now) and to continue to re-read Farmer's "The Fabulous River Boat" for the Nth time.
When I get on a roll at work with coding there are times when I just can't stop. I left work today at four because, (a) it's Friday and that's home time; and (b) I've done quite a few extra hours this week. But part of me didn't want to leave. There is so much I know I need to do and there was no time to do it today. Add to that
lisaparratt's insistence for much VNV Nation in the car to and from work, and it being the same album each time, I now have work code flashing before my mind's eye with a bleepy goth soundtrack and it's keeping me awake.My brain seems generally quite good at multiprocessing and I do find it useful, but sometimes some of the background processes infringe. I need the mental equivalent of a big stick with a nail in it to keep it under control.
Also when my mind is like this and I do get some sleep I get some severely twisted dreams, like they've been scripted by Neil Gaiman. Tonights was one where I was complete surrounded by people who'd had their arms and legs amputed above the knees and elbows. They were walking around on their stumps quite happily like it's totally normal. Then as the dream progressed they merged/morphed in to chickens prepared for cooking, walking on their stumps waving their stubby wings back and forth, totally naked and plucked looking. All of this set in the "girl in the red dress training program" street scene in the Matrix.
When people hear about my dreams they usually ask, "Can I have what you've just had?" In this case the trippyness seems to have been brought on by a large lamb donner from the local food delivery place.
I notice that Storm has finally released her revised "Enchantments". That slipped out a little quietly. It's bloody hard to find her books in your average high street bookshop. In fact the last time I wandered around a Waterstones I noticed that you appear on their shelves only if your one of a few well read, highly bought, authors. For variation the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section is a little poor. If you want lots of Pratchett, Rankin, etc that's fine but the more obscure authors aren't there. It's very much quantity over quality.
My back's a bit fucked at the moment. I washed the car a few weeks ago and must have pulled something and it still hasn't sorted itself out. I'm fine unless I sit slightly hunched over in which case trying to stand straight afterwards is both painful and difficult. This isn't helping sleep either but I think I must try so I'm off to make myself a sweet cup of tea (I know caffiene will keep me awake and is a diuretic and so will mean I'll be needing to pee all night but I feel I need one right now) and to continue to re-read Farmer's "The Fabulous River Boat" for the Nth time.
