This morning when I woke up I quite literally could not open my eyes.
I actually had to pry them open with my fingers, and even then they wouldn’t stay open, and they definitely were not liking the light.
Given that they were watery and irritated, it seemed likely that this was some sort of allergy thing, and not just the result of being tired (though I was, and still am).
They got a little better after I took a shower, as I could at least keep them open, but putting my contacts in was clearly out of the question.
I didn’t want to take a Benadryl because they make me sleepy, so I had to shell out two bucks for one Claritin tablet at the convenience store I stop at before work. Once I took that my eyes got much better, and I was able to put in my contacts, which I had brought in to work with me.
The problems with my eyes, however, did not prevent me from enacting my evil scheme on this, the last Saturday morning in which I would be up at 5 AM to leave for work from my current residence. I have next weekend off, and the weekend after that I will be fully ensconced in my new home.
So naturally that meant that this was the ideal opportunity in which to get some small measure of revenge on the owners of the goddamn barking dogs above and below me.
I made a CD consisting of various dogs barking, including several brief interludes of silence (thanks to Type O Negative’s “song” The Misinterpretation of Silence and Its Disastrous Consequences, a track that consists of a little over a minute of silence), which are followed by more barking. I had the first few tracks be silence to allow me time to get away after setting the CD playing with the speakers at full blast at about 5:20 this morning.
Because I’m not a monster, I didn’t set it on Repeat, so they only got treated to about 45 minutes of barking, though it’s my sincere hope that it was sufficient to drive their dogs crazy.
And it's not like they can complain to me about it. I mean, I don't have a dog, so how could it have been my dog barking? They're the ones with the barking dogs.
Besides, I'll be gone in a few days anyway.
Evil? Sure, but clearly they were asking for it.
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Too Little Sleep And Too Many Comics
There are few things in life that are better than freshly cleaned sheets.
Okay, there are few things in my life that are better than freshly cleaned sheets.
Normally when I have them – as I did last night, as I’d washed the sheets as part of the whole cleaning thing – I get a very good night’s sleep.
Unfortunately, at diner Stacy ordered a Coke and, with my more relaxed attitude about caffeine, I thought, “That sounds good,” and ordered one for myself.
Of course, we were there for quite some time, so one became several, al of which meant that, clean sheets or not, I didn’t get to sleep until well after 3 am.
I woke up sometime before 10 and found myself over on the opposite side of the bed sleeping in a diagonally position, the very top of my just barely resting on my pillow.
After getting up, talking to my mother, and doing a bunch of nothing in particular, I decided to try to take a nap around noon, but recently a new dog has arrived in the building and he, like the dog upstairs, likes to keep his loneliness at bay through barking.
The new dog’s bark is much more shrill and yippy than the other dog, and he also seems to have more energy and determination, continuing to bark well past the point at which the old dog is willing to settle for emitting the occasional whine.
So the yipping pretty much killed the nap idea.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching some show about prehistoric animals that existed before dinosaurs that I’d watched before, and entering some of my comics into the database software.
I was basically working from memory, selecting the issues that I know that I have.
This isn’t really that phenomenal a feat; I was mostly putting in limited series that I know I have every issue of.
I was also doing the Superman titles, which is made fairly easy based on the fact that I have, with a handful of exceptions, every issue of Superman, Adventures of Superman, Action (excepting the year or so when it was a weekly book), and Superman: The Man of Steel published between late 1986 and mid 1995.
So basically it was a matter of going into the list, finding the range and checking them all off, then skimming through to uncheck the issues (I’d say fewer than five) that I’m missing from that period.
Even with just working from memory and entering in a small percentage of the total, I already have 573 comics in the database.
After that I did some work on the comics themselves, de-bagging them in preparation for the day when I will re-bag them.
I actually learned something while de-bagging them: a person my age shouldn’t spend a significant amount of time sitting on the floor hunched over.
And later I learned that those force flex garbage bags are no match for a pile of old comic book backer boards. I learned this on the stairs on my way to the dumpster.
And that was my ever so exciting Sunday. I’ll bet you’re glad I decided to write an entry to tell you all about it.
Okay, there are few things in my life that are better than freshly cleaned sheets.
Normally when I have them – as I did last night, as I’d washed the sheets as part of the whole cleaning thing – I get a very good night’s sleep.
Unfortunately, at diner Stacy ordered a Coke and, with my more relaxed attitude about caffeine, I thought, “That sounds good,” and ordered one for myself.
Of course, we were there for quite some time, so one became several, al of which meant that, clean sheets or not, I didn’t get to sleep until well after 3 am.
I woke up sometime before 10 and found myself over on the opposite side of the bed sleeping in a diagonally position, the very top of my just barely resting on my pillow.
After getting up, talking to my mother, and doing a bunch of nothing in particular, I decided to try to take a nap around noon, but recently a new dog has arrived in the building and he, like the dog upstairs, likes to keep his loneliness at bay through barking.
The new dog’s bark is much more shrill and yippy than the other dog, and he also seems to have more energy and determination, continuing to bark well past the point at which the old dog is willing to settle for emitting the occasional whine.
So the yipping pretty much killed the nap idea.
I spent the rest of the afternoon watching some show about prehistoric animals that existed before dinosaurs that I’d watched before, and entering some of my comics into the database software.
I was basically working from memory, selecting the issues that I know that I have.
This isn’t really that phenomenal a feat; I was mostly putting in limited series that I know I have every issue of.
I was also doing the Superman titles, which is made fairly easy based on the fact that I have, with a handful of exceptions, every issue of Superman, Adventures of Superman, Action (excepting the year or so when it was a weekly book), and Superman: The Man of Steel published between late 1986 and mid 1995.
So basically it was a matter of going into the list, finding the range and checking them all off, then skimming through to uncheck the issues (I’d say fewer than five) that I’m missing from that period.
Even with just working from memory and entering in a small percentage of the total, I already have 573 comics in the database.
After that I did some work on the comics themselves, de-bagging them in preparation for the day when I will re-bag them.
I actually learned something while de-bagging them: a person my age shouldn’t spend a significant amount of time sitting on the floor hunched over.
And later I learned that those force flex garbage bags are no match for a pile of old comic book backer boards. I learned this on the stairs on my way to the dumpster.
And that was my ever so exciting Sunday. I’ll bet you’re glad I decided to write an entry to tell you all about it.
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