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sorcyressCurrently faffing instead of going to the local party. Is okay, I'll leave the house soon. Theoretically, I am supposed to be cleaning my room, putting away laundry, making the bed, and packing for *tomorrow's* party (Or at the very least, writing something, bobspamit!) but meh. There exists tumblr, and fascinating conversations, and me being neurotic and obsessive about information organization.
Case in point, I can tell you that I have averaged exactly 10 miles/day since getting my bicycle on the fifth. That's with two days this week where I didn't bike at all, because I was in NYC, and it seemed silly to drag Ellie down there. I can also tell you that I hit mile 100 sometime on Tuesday (the eighth day of biking), and I can even get as specific as "within half a mile of the Randall Munroe Sweet Ass-Park".
I like being neurotic and obsessive about information organization, even if it leads to things that I, and no one else, care about.
***
Last night I fell into a wikipediatrap for five or six hours, which is not intrinsically a bad thing (besides the massive painful loss of time). However, this particular trap was primarily focused on (Trigger warning!) child sexual abuse and predators, with a couple of digressions into snuff films, WWII sexual coercion, and controversial album covers.
(On an unrelated note, can I just say that the (link not safe for mental health)Virgin Cleansing Myth is the single most fucked up thing I have encountered or heard about in a long time? I am a relatively well-jaded denizen of the internet, but there is no part of that wikipedia page that is not completely horrifying. I really hate that this sort of thing happens, and I wish people were better at spreading and sharing a real education so that people know better and don't commit atrocities because they believe something this awful.)
Anyways, because wikipedia is addictive, even (especially?) when it's horrorshow, I had nightmares. Thankfully, I don't remember any of the technical details, but as is common with me and dreams, I wake up recalling the emotions, none of which were remotely pleasant. On the plus side, I got out of bed with only one hitting of the snooze button, which is shockingly low for me. When my alarm went off the second time, I reached for the snooze, recalled I had experienced nine minutes of REM-reboundy nightmares the last time I did that, and got up for the day instead. New strategy for getting out of bed?
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I should possibly turn the conversation I was having about age-discrepencies in relationships into a real post sometime, since I feel like I was actually saying some interesting things there. In the meantime, Genni and I ought to go par-tay. In apologies for sharing awful awful things with you, I gift you this SMBC comic, which I have essentially been giggling about for two days straight. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
Case in point, I can tell you that I have averaged exactly 10 miles/day since getting my bicycle on the fifth. That's with two days this week where I didn't bike at all, because I was in NYC, and it seemed silly to drag Ellie down there. I can also tell you that I hit mile 100 sometime on Tuesday (the eighth day of biking), and I can even get as specific as "within half a mile of the Randall Munroe Sweet Ass-Park".
I like being neurotic and obsessive about information organization, even if it leads to things that I, and no one else, care about.
***
Last night I fell into a wikipediatrap for five or six hours, which is not intrinsically a bad thing (besides the massive painful loss of time). However, this particular trap was primarily focused on (Trigger warning!) child sexual abuse and predators, with a couple of digressions into snuff films, WWII sexual coercion, and controversial album covers.
(On an unrelated note, can I just say that the (link not safe for mental health)Virgin Cleansing Myth is the single most fucked up thing I have encountered or heard about in a long time? I am a relatively well-jaded denizen of the internet, but there is no part of that wikipedia page that is not completely horrifying. I really hate that this sort of thing happens, and I wish people were better at spreading and sharing a real education so that people know better and don't commit atrocities because they believe something this awful.)
Anyways, because wikipedia is addictive, even (especially?) when it's horrorshow, I had nightmares. Thankfully, I don't remember any of the technical details, but as is common with me and dreams, I wake up recalling the emotions, none of which were remotely pleasant. On the plus side, I got out of bed with only one hitting of the snooze button, which is shockingly low for me. When my alarm went off the second time, I reached for the snooze, recalled I had experienced nine minutes of REM-reboundy nightmares the last time I did that, and got up for the day instead. New strategy for getting out of bed?
***
I should possibly turn the conversation I was having about age-discrepencies in relationships into a real post sometime, since I feel like I was actually saying some interesting things there. In the meantime, Genni and I ought to go par-tay. In apologies for sharing awful awful things with you, I gift you this SMBC comic, which I have essentially been giggling about for two days straight. Ta!
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2012-06-17 04:16 am (UTC)*Hugs*
P.S. Strangely enough, I also fell into a Wikipedia trap Friday night / Saturday morning, but my trap was of an entirely different kind. (It was caused by Skip Morris asking me if I'd been to Echo Bridge after I posted on FB about walking along the the Charles. I then spent too much time trying to figure out if dates in Wikipedia were correct and correcting them.) I think I like my Wikipedia universe better.