Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The Length of My Attention Span
# of posts: 196 (not including this one)
# of days: 355
First Post Date: May 12th, 2006
Last Post Date: May 01, 2007
To be fair, this lasted longer than most of my journals
(watch this - now I'll come up with eleventy-five post ideas)
Goodbye, reader. :)
# of days: 355
First Post Date: May 12th, 2006
Last Post Date: May 01, 2007
To be fair, this lasted longer than most of my journals
(watch this - now I'll come up with eleventy-five post ideas)
Goodbye, reader. :)
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Mostly, This is a Message to a Future Monday Me.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Gott Sei Dank', Es Ist Freitag!
Driving into work today, which is an obscenely hour long production involving two bridges, several traffic jams and two highways, I happened to see a hitchhiker on a nearby on-ramp (going opposite of the direction that I was headed).
Seeing hitchhikers are not precisely uncommon for me, however, I have a feeling that this particular hitchhiker may stick out in my head for a while. He was dressed in a devil's suit, complete with horns, and was carrying a pitchfork.
It is perhaps a good thing that I wasn't going in that direction. I probably would have stopped and let him in just to have the opportunity to go ask him "what on EARTH?"
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Clearly my posting skills have gone to pot. I find it incredibly ironic that just three posts after I had said "I'm TOTALLY gonna post more! you can hold me to that!" I went away for a month, and then have had nothing but babble, etc, to say. I am starting to think that, just shy of 200 posts, I am cured of the blogging bug.
But we'll give it a wee try, at least. Lessee if I can post again by next Friday.
Seeing hitchhikers are not precisely uncommon for me, however, I have a feeling that this particular hitchhiker may stick out in my head for a while. He was dressed in a devil's suit, complete with horns, and was carrying a pitchfork.
It is perhaps a good thing that I wasn't going in that direction. I probably would have stopped and let him in just to have the opportunity to go ask him "what on EARTH?"
--
Clearly my posting skills have gone to pot. I find it incredibly ironic that just three posts after I had said "I'm TOTALLY gonna post more! you can hold me to that!" I went away for a month, and then have had nothing but babble, etc, to say. I am starting to think that, just shy of 200 posts, I am cured of the blogging bug.
But we'll give it a wee try, at least. Lessee if I can post again by next Friday.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Inventions.
What possesses humanity to make certain things?
For example, a music instrument with six strings (when the human hand has five fingers) that requires the stretching of the fingers to properly create chords and requires time and energy to create the callouses on the fingertips? (not to mention dooming the player to short-short-short nails forever? okay, that one's maybe just me). Or even an instrument caused by striking a key (white or black, respectively) that in turn strikes a string inside a box that must be tuned just so?
Or how about a vehicle that is powered by your own strength, but more importantly requires balance and practice to even operate?
I mean, some things just seem almost too random to have ever occured.
but of course, they did. We know this because there are guitars, pianos and bicycles.
Invention amazes me. I'm not an inventor. I don't make things that are new. I'm much more likely to improve a process than make up one all by myself. If it's not there, I tend to work around it. I need a springboard to get anywhere, something to start the creative process.
Not that I'm against such things, obviously, since I play guitar, piano, and I am the proud new owner of a bike. But still, as I remember my balance, or I try to coax the callouses in my fingertips, or I try to remember old piano lessons from 15 years ago, I still have to wonder.
What on earth were they thinking?
For example, a music instrument with six strings (when the human hand has five fingers) that requires the stretching of the fingers to properly create chords and requires time and energy to create the callouses on the fingertips? (not to mention dooming the player to short-short-short nails forever? okay, that one's maybe just me). Or even an instrument caused by striking a key (white or black, respectively) that in turn strikes a string inside a box that must be tuned just so?
Or how about a vehicle that is powered by your own strength, but more importantly requires balance and practice to even operate?
I mean, some things just seem almost too random to have ever occured.
but of course, they did. We know this because there are guitars, pianos and bicycles.
Invention amazes me. I'm not an inventor. I don't make things that are new. I'm much more likely to improve a process than make up one all by myself. If it's not there, I tend to work around it. I need a springboard to get anywhere, something to start the creative process.
Not that I'm against such things, obviously, since I play guitar, piano, and I am the proud new owner of a bike. But still, as I remember my balance, or I try to coax the callouses in my fingertips, or I try to remember old piano lessons from 15 years ago, I still have to wonder.
What on earth were they thinking?
Labels: blah-blah
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Pathetic Excuse for a Post
You know you love it.
All I have to say today is: cold chicken wings are possibly the best thing to eat EVER when you've been up all night and are kinda peckish. (haaaaaaaaaah. Chicken wings. Peckish! Get it? No? It's 6am, LEMME 'LONE.)
Love,
RP
All I have to say today is: cold chicken wings are possibly the best thing to eat EVER when you've been up all night and are kinda peckish. (haaaaaaaaaah. Chicken wings. Peckish! Get it? No? It's 6am, LEMME 'LONE.)
Love,
RP
Labels: blah-blah, sleep (or lack thereof)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Three Days! In a Row!
HAH!
... if that's all I have to say, does this still count as a post?
No?
...crap.
I suppose I can fall onto old faithful.
PEOPLE, I am SO TIRED.
I'm not sure why I thought I should go out on a Thursday night to a play where I know the castmembers, and actually considered that I might be in bed by ten thirty (which, by the way, would have required me to leave precisely 5 minutes after the show ended, which would have happened, uh, never). I don't know why I decided on a Thursday instead of a Saturday.
but I did. and at 10:30pm, when someone said "Hey, let's all go to a pub!" my first thought was not "I should really get home so I can get as much sleep as possible," it was "aw, hell, I'm not going to get a full night's rest anyway. Screw it!"
At 1am, when I finally curled up into bed, my thoughts were "ngh," and maybe "rgh."
This morning, my thoughts are too many curse words for me to adequately display on this blog without getting an "inappropriate comment" label. Which I do think would be rather cool, but I think might put a damper on my stunning posting streak, and I really don't want to ruin that just yet.
... if that's all I have to say, does this still count as a post?
No?
...crap.
I suppose I can fall onto old faithful.
PEOPLE, I am SO TIRED.
I'm not sure why I thought I should go out on a Thursday night to a play where I know the castmembers, and actually considered that I might be in bed by ten thirty (which, by the way, would have required me to leave precisely 5 minutes after the show ended, which would have happened, uh, never). I don't know why I decided on a Thursday instead of a Saturday.
but I did. and at 10:30pm, when someone said "Hey, let's all go to a pub!" my first thought was not "I should really get home so I can get as much sleep as possible," it was "aw, hell, I'm not going to get a full night's rest anyway. Screw it!"
At 1am, when I finally curled up into bed, my thoughts were "ngh," and maybe "rgh."
This morning, my thoughts are too many curse words for me to adequately display on this blog without getting an "inappropriate comment" label. Which I do think would be rather cool, but I think might put a damper on my stunning posting streak, and I really don't want to ruin that just yet.
Labels: blah-blah, socialness
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wah. Ow.
I'm not entirely sure what I've done, but my back feels like a big ole ball o' pain. It's not really all that pleasant and it makes me want to curl up in a big ole ball of pain.
Sadly, my co-worker glanced at me beneath my desk and informed me this was not an appropriate action to take, so I am sitting very gingerly in my chair, trying not to slide back toward the sweet, sweet floor, all the while moaning and pining for my chiropractor. Who is on vacation. Until next week.
It is really all I have today, this little whine. Be glad I'm writing it now in the morning, as opposed to later tonight after I go see a play and sit in perfectly uncomfortable chairs that make my back ache on a good day.
I can't wait to see how it is on a bad!
(sarcasm intended.)
(maybe I'll just go home. Or invite someone to put me on one of those medieval torture devices. The rack? Whatever. That would be sure to crack my back. Any takers?)
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Edited to add: anti-inflammatories are my friends.
Sadly, my co-worker glanced at me beneath my desk and informed me this was not an appropriate action to take, so I am sitting very gingerly in my chair, trying not to slide back toward the sweet, sweet floor, all the while moaning and pining for my chiropractor. Who is on vacation. Until next week.
It is really all I have today, this little whine. Be glad I'm writing it now in the morning, as opposed to later tonight after I go see a play and sit in perfectly uncomfortable chairs that make my back ache on a good day.
I can't wait to see how it is on a bad!
(sarcasm intended.)
(maybe I'll just go home. Or invite someone to put me on one of those medieval torture devices. The rack? Whatever. That would be sure to crack my back. Any takers?)
--
Edited to add: anti-inflammatories are my friends.
Labels: whine (without cheese)
