This month I endeavored to write one post a day. I had hoped that such an exercise would ingrain some kind of schedule into my writing as well as refining my writing itself. Well, not so much refining as repetition.
And I have definitely found that when my face is ground into the wall, I get repetitive. Or it feels like it. Also, it really saps my energy and enthusiasm because my life is somewhat busy (see, there goes the repetition again!) and it takes me a while to think of something to write about. Running on a schedule made me write things I otherwise would have chucked into the recycle bin. Which is bad. Often times I had to resort to writing posts I gleaned from comments and my own diary. Once I think I used a fortune cookie. I've found that forcing myself to write something once a day leads to not nice things.
I managed thirty one posts in a month. My previous record was twenty-one. It really felt like an endurance marathon. It amazes me how some people can write in excess of fifty posts a month without breaking a sweat. However much neglect their real life gets cannot possibly create that much of a difference between they and I. How can one person have so much to talk about all the time? I can't even manage to find something to talk about every day, much less five or six things.
In summary, I am never doing this ever again. Thank you.
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
Today, I woke up at 4 AM. Again. Why do I do this? It's clearly not healthy, and yet like clockwork I get up at 4 on the dot. It coincides precisely with the start of the ShamWow infomercial that plays on the TV and I think there may be a connection between the two.
I rolled and rolled over in bed, but it wasn't doing any good. I was up. Even turning the TV off didn't help. I was worried because I was expecting a call from my boss on whether to come in today or not, and I didn't want to be a seizing zombie while staring at a computer screen. Haha, I made a funny.
Anyway, I managed to get back to sleep around 6 AM, and then I woke up again at 11:20. It's either too hot or too cold, isn't it? Thank the Good Nunchuck that the Boss hadn't called, but I still had to rush out and catch the damn shuttle for class at 1. The stupid shuttle almost never runs on time. It should be automated, because the stupid drivers never want to drive.
Class was ok, and I managed not to sleep through the lecture. Even though I've taken this class twice now. I guess pleura is very interesting to my subconscious. Granted, it's very interesting anyway. Lab was excellent and I totally made up for Tuesday's horrible blunders. Three lungs, BAM! I was Hartmann just gunning down lungs. I was removing them like I'd been doing it since I was a foetus. I was so proud. Well, as proud as one can possibly be of such a thing, anyway.
Work ran late so I missed everyone again, and had to eat dinner at the cafe alone. That's probably just as well, because I totally reeked.
When I got home, I took a shower for about an hour. I swear it feels like the smell never comes out. I also disinfected my shoes. I need a new pair of shoes. Remind me later to get a new pair.
I think right now I'll play Second Life. I also should write a post. Gads, between the two of them I don't have nearly enough time. I might have to take drastic measures...
Hey, Diary, would you mind if I tore this page out and posted it alone? You don't? Oh, good. Thanks a bunch. You have no idea how much time you've saved me.
Tomorrow should be sunny, and that's always good. Hopefully it'll be as cool as it was today.
See ya tomorrow!
Sincerely,
Anna J. Tsiolkovsky
425
Today, I woke up at 4 AM. Again. Why do I do this? It's clearly not healthy, and yet like clockwork I get up at 4 on the dot. It coincides precisely with the start of the ShamWow infomercial that plays on the TV and I think there may be a connection between the two.
I rolled and rolled over in bed, but it wasn't doing any good. I was up. Even turning the TV off didn't help. I was worried because I was expecting a call from my boss on whether to come in today or not, and I didn't want to be a seizing zombie while staring at a computer screen. Haha, I made a funny.
Anyway, I managed to get back to sleep around 6 AM, and then I woke up again at 11:20. It's either too hot or too cold, isn't it? Thank the Good Nunchuck that the Boss hadn't called, but I still had to rush out and catch the damn shuttle for class at 1. The stupid shuttle almost never runs on time. It should be automated, because the stupid drivers never want to drive.
Class was ok, and I managed not to sleep through the lecture. Even though I've taken this class twice now. I guess pleura is very interesting to my subconscious. Granted, it's very interesting anyway. Lab was excellent and I totally made up for Tuesday's horrible blunders. Three lungs, BAM! I was Hartmann just gunning down lungs. I was removing them like I'd been doing it since I was a foetus. I was so proud. Well, as proud as one can possibly be of such a thing, anyway.
Work ran late so I missed everyone again, and had to eat dinner at the cafe alone. That's probably just as well, because I totally reeked.
When I got home, I took a shower for about an hour. I swear it feels like the smell never comes out. I also disinfected my shoes. I need a new pair of shoes. Remind me later to get a new pair.
I think right now I'll play Second Life. I also should write a post. Gads, between the two of them I don't have nearly enough time. I might have to take drastic measures...
Hey, Diary, would you mind if I tore this page out and posted it alone? You don't? Oh, good. Thanks a bunch. You have no idea how much time you've saved me.
Tomorrow should be sunny, and that's always good. Hopefully it'll be as cool as it was today.
See ya tomorrow!
Sincerely,
Anna J. Tsiolkovsky
425
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Voices
There is a growing realization that in Second Life I am becoming little more than a voice. The reasons are plentiful.
For one, Second Life just doesn't work for me like it used to. My paltry one gig of RAM just isn't cutting it anymore. I should get a better computer, but I won't. I can't afford one and I don't have the urge to attempt to build my own. Turning off Windlight and Voice makes the problem less noticeable, but if someone invites me to a primmy scripty build or a massive event I'm toast. Sunny side up.
And another is that I don't have the urge to do so. Since it rarely works pleasantly, the hassle of trying to run it kills all enthusiasm. And there has been hardly any events which have really caught my eye and whispered, "Attend me, Anna, for I shall be fun and entertaining and pretty please come?" I haven't really gone out to any clubs or live music since around last October. Discussion events have recently seemed to be repetitive and dominated by the same themes: What do the Lindens think of bots? What do we think about man-women (or guyrls, as someone coined)? What do you think causes lag? And so on. Maybe there is nothing left to pick over.
And of course, real life work and business is always intruding. If I have work to do at home, then Second Life is definitely out of the question for even if it worked smoothly alongside other programs (and it doesn't for me) the distraction would lead to nothing getting done at all. And getting fired is on my list of things to avoid, below getting my leg gnawed off and above becoming a Linden. I think in March I might have logged in twice, and never in February. That's how life rolls, I suppose.
The only compulsion for logging in at all is the few friends I've managed to make and keep (i.e. those who haven't completely left Second Life). That's about it. You're all wonderful people and I'm not just saying that because I'm kissing ass. It's a little of both. Also, I would like to add that you are all handsome and beautiful and super smart. Except for you, Bob, you stupid ugly idiot.
Why don't I build? Why don't I script? My theory is that when I can't move, I can't do either. That's a lie, because I can always find a nice quiet corner somewhere in the middle of Nowhere (is that an actual sim?) and peaceably build to my heart's content. I guess I just don't have the inspiration. That's an excuse to mask the truth (which is that I'm lazy).
OK, so now I have a new goal! I shall find something which I will desire to build, and then I will build it! I wish myself good luck.
426
For one, Second Life just doesn't work for me like it used to. My paltry one gig of RAM just isn't cutting it anymore. I should get a better computer, but I won't. I can't afford one and I don't have the urge to attempt to build my own. Turning off Windlight and Voice makes the problem less noticeable, but if someone invites me to a primmy scripty build or a massive event I'm toast. Sunny side up.
And another is that I don't have the urge to do so. Since it rarely works pleasantly, the hassle of trying to run it kills all enthusiasm. And there has been hardly any events which have really caught my eye and whispered, "Attend me, Anna, for I shall be fun and entertaining and pretty please come?" I haven't really gone out to any clubs or live music since around last October. Discussion events have recently seemed to be repetitive and dominated by the same themes: What do the Lindens think of bots? What do we think about man-women (or guyrls, as someone coined)? What do you think causes lag? And so on. Maybe there is nothing left to pick over.
And of course, real life work and business is always intruding. If I have work to do at home, then Second Life is definitely out of the question for even if it worked smoothly alongside other programs (and it doesn't for me) the distraction would lead to nothing getting done at all. And getting fired is on my list of things to avoid, below getting my leg gnawed off and above becoming a Linden. I think in March I might have logged in twice, and never in February. That's how life rolls, I suppose.
The only compulsion for logging in at all is the few friends I've managed to make and keep (i.e. those who haven't completely left Second Life). That's about it. You're all wonderful people and I'm not just saying that because I'm kissing ass. It's a little of both. Also, I would like to add that you are all handsome and beautiful and super smart. Except for you, Bob, you stupid ugly idiot.
Why don't I build? Why don't I script? My theory is that when I can't move, I can't do either. That's a lie, because I can always find a nice quiet corner somewhere in the middle of Nowhere (is that an actual sim?) and peaceably build to my heart's content. I guess I just don't have the inspiration. That's an excuse to mask the truth (which is that I'm lazy).
OK, so now I have a new goal! I shall find something which I will desire to build, and then I will build it! I wish myself good luck.
426
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wall Paper
Some time ago, I was a little saddened by the fact that my walls were depressingly bare.
An additional problem was my increasing collection of MRIs of my head. Something definitely had to be done with those as well.
The solution was elegant. I hung the images on my walls. I hung some christmas lights behind them so if I so desire I can light up the room with slices of my brain.
Why do people think this is weird?
427
An additional problem was my increasing collection of MRIs of my head. Something definitely had to be done with those as well.
The solution was elegant. I hung the images on my walls. I hung some christmas lights behind them so if I so desire I can light up the room with slices of my brain.
Why do people think this is weird?
427
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Gender Madness... Again
Reading the Second Life Herald (a pastime I engage in whenever I'm bored at work), I notice the increasing amount of posts on the wonders of men playing as women and women playing as men and all that mess in between.
Reading it all, I can't help but wonder this to myself: "What is the big deal?"
Honestly, wasn't all this worked out of our systems way back around, oh say, 2006?
The things being said and proposed and explored today are mere imitations of the same arguments presented three years ago. Nothing new has been added to the table. The only difference is in the dates.
I wouldn't mind so much except that the general reaction has been one of a startled reaction, as if this is some new big deal. Personally, I think that unless something radically new has been thought about or uncovered or whatever, there's little point in repeating oneself over and over again when we can all google and find that specific post of your blog anyway.
428
Reading it all, I can't help but wonder this to myself: "What is the big deal?"
Honestly, wasn't all this worked out of our systems way back around, oh say, 2006?
The things being said and proposed and explored today are mere imitations of the same arguments presented three years ago. Nothing new has been added to the table. The only difference is in the dates.
I wouldn't mind so much except that the general reaction has been one of a startled reaction, as if this is some new big deal. Personally, I think that unless something radically new has been thought about or uncovered or whatever, there's little point in repeating oneself over and over again when we can all google and find that specific post of your blog anyway.
428
Monday, May 25, 2009
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