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Mar. 31st, 2004 12:00 pmClick, you disconnect from me, Click
So very little to write about. Alarm goes off too damned early. Wander to bus-stop. Nap. Take a commute of increasing length thanks to a recent office move. Become fully conscious sometime around noon. Wonder briefly what quality of work I churned out while comatose. Decide I don't really care. Proceed with day. Repeat 4 times. Sleep on weekends (where by weekend I mean Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday)
The last time they had me waking up at 6 am here I was going to sleep at 10 PM or so. This made me miserable. This time around, I'm keeping to my preferred schedule of staying up until 3 AM or thereabouts. I'm still miserable, but at least now it's mostly concentrated to the hours I'm at work and would be miserable anyway. I view my immense surliness in the morning as being a form of petty revenge.
Been spending most of my free time fiddling with the Nomic, which is amusing me to no end despite its contining lack of a name. You know you want to play. Money grows on trees there! We have three units of currency, but nothing to buy with them yet except other units of currency. We live on some non-euclidean abomination that says it's an icosahedron but behaves like a mobius strip. Fun! Prod me if you're at all interested.
Other than the nomic, I've been reading and watching movies. Pondering going clubbing, but generally being foiled due to inavailability of transportation or emotional malaise. Mostly been chomping merrily through a good majority of the Vertigo line (Books of Magic, Lucifer, Invisibles, Fables, and wrapping up my Transmet collection). I think Fables and Transmet remain my favorites. Transmet is well, Transmet (I just read the collection that had an introduction by Patrick Stewart admitting to being a fan, and I can not get the image of Captain Picard wearing red and green sunglasses with a spider tattoo on his head blasting the Borg Queen with a bowel disruptor out of my head. It haunts me). Fables is great also. Like the author just took Oingo Boingo's Cinderella Undercover and ran with it (The cartoon animals on Old McDonald's farm, Are nodding off in hotel rooms with needles in their arms, The seven dwarves, HA!, there's only four alive today and Cinderella's working for the CIA). I seem to have a soft spot for fairy tales or any sort mythology in a modern context. Open up Tom Thumb, in the name of the revolution!
As for movies, I liked Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Sign me up please. I think I liked the ending from the script I read for it more though. If you're curious it's available at Being Charlie Kaufmann. Unfortunately, it's almost summer, and the tide of horrible summer blockbusters is about to pour down upon us like a biblical plague. If I'm overheard to mumble "Hey, this'd probably make a good movie" in your presence, I'd like you to strap me down and make me watch the trailer for "I, Robot" again. I'll probably burst into tears and start pleading for mercy after about a second, but get all Clockwork Orange eye-clampy on me (real horror show), it's in my best interests.
I think my greatest amount of fear and apprehension is reserved for Troy though. The Illiad's really quite an atrocious story, and I just doubt that Hollywood has the gumption to do it any sort of justice. I bet they'll make little Ajax tragically smitten by Cassandra and have them live happily ever after, or have Achilles decide Astyanax is a cute little tyke and raise him as his own. I just know they'll butcher something. I can't decide whether or not I'm looking forward to being offended by it. Oh, speaking of Illiad related things, read Dan Simmons' Illium. It's great. As good as Hyperion and Hyperion Cantos even, and better than Endymion and Fall of Endymion.
I'm going to go "work" now or something.
So very little to write about. Alarm goes off too damned early. Wander to bus-stop. Nap. Take a commute of increasing length thanks to a recent office move. Become fully conscious sometime around noon. Wonder briefly what quality of work I churned out while comatose. Decide I don't really care. Proceed with day. Repeat 4 times. Sleep on weekends (where by weekend I mean Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday)
The last time they had me waking up at 6 am here I was going to sleep at 10 PM or so. This made me miserable. This time around, I'm keeping to my preferred schedule of staying up until 3 AM or thereabouts. I'm still miserable, but at least now it's mostly concentrated to the hours I'm at work and would be miserable anyway. I view my immense surliness in the morning as being a form of petty revenge.
Been spending most of my free time fiddling with the Nomic, which is amusing me to no end despite its contining lack of a name. You know you want to play. Money grows on trees there! We have three units of currency, but nothing to buy with them yet except other units of currency. We live on some non-euclidean abomination that says it's an icosahedron but behaves like a mobius strip. Fun! Prod me if you're at all interested.
Other than the nomic, I've been reading and watching movies. Pondering going clubbing, but generally being foiled due to inavailability of transportation or emotional malaise. Mostly been chomping merrily through a good majority of the Vertigo line (Books of Magic, Lucifer, Invisibles, Fables, and wrapping up my Transmet collection). I think Fables and Transmet remain my favorites. Transmet is well, Transmet (I just read the collection that had an introduction by Patrick Stewart admitting to being a fan, and I can not get the image of Captain Picard wearing red and green sunglasses with a spider tattoo on his head blasting the Borg Queen with a bowel disruptor out of my head. It haunts me). Fables is great also. Like the author just took Oingo Boingo's Cinderella Undercover and ran with it (The cartoon animals on Old McDonald's farm, Are nodding off in hotel rooms with needles in their arms, The seven dwarves, HA!, there's only four alive today and Cinderella's working for the CIA). I seem to have a soft spot for fairy tales or any sort mythology in a modern context. Open up Tom Thumb, in the name of the revolution!
As for movies, I liked Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Sign me up please. I think I liked the ending from the script I read for it more though. If you're curious it's available at Being Charlie Kaufmann. Unfortunately, it's almost summer, and the tide of horrible summer blockbusters is about to pour down upon us like a biblical plague. If I'm overheard to mumble "Hey, this'd probably make a good movie" in your presence, I'd like you to strap me down and make me watch the trailer for "I, Robot" again. I'll probably burst into tears and start pleading for mercy after about a second, but get all Clockwork Orange eye-clampy on me (real horror show), it's in my best interests.
I think my greatest amount of fear and apprehension is reserved for Troy though. The Illiad's really quite an atrocious story, and I just doubt that Hollywood has the gumption to do it any sort of justice. I bet they'll make little Ajax tragically smitten by Cassandra and have them live happily ever after, or have Achilles decide Astyanax is a cute little tyke and raise him as his own. I just know they'll butcher something. I can't decide whether or not I'm looking forward to being offended by it. Oh, speaking of Illiad related things, read Dan Simmons' Illium. It's great. As good as Hyperion and Hyperion Cantos even, and better than Endymion and Fall of Endymion.
I'm going to go "work" now or something.
