Dream interpretation has, I guess, fallen out of favor in the field of psychoanalysis, but if it were still a standard practice, I would be able to contribute the following to the collective knowledge: when you’re dreaming that you’re walking downtown somewhere on a Sunday afternoon looking for a store that’s open so that you can use the bathroom, it means that it’s time to get your lazy ass out of bed because you need to pee.
I made this breakthrough this morning at a point roughly two hours after I would normally get up.
After I did get up, I realized that there really wasn’t that much of a point in doing so, but, even though Funk Week isn’t quite over, I don’t want to fall into the trap of sleeping my day away, as that’s a sure sign of giving in to depression, which I have no interest in doing.
Eventually, after eating lunch, I took a shower and went for a walk.
Shortly after I got home Kathleen called to inform me that she would be stopping by to drop of my Wonderfalls DVD set, which she and Brian borrowed quite some time ago.
I’m glad, as ever since they borrowed it I find myself thinking, “I should watch an episode or two of Wonderfalls…oh, right.”
And that’s pretty much all that’s happened today.
Thanks to Scipio posting a link, Heroic Portraits has been getting quite a few hits, though no one has been impressed enough by what’s there to actually place an order for one.
As I was telling Kathleen, it’s a shame that I don’t have a) more talent and b) more drive (and for that matter, money), as I’ve had a lot of ideas for developing Heroic Portraits into an actual business.
But alas, I don’t have those things, and so it is what it is.
In any case, there’s really nothing much to write about today, so I’ll bring this entry to a close.
(Oh, and in response to the influx of traffic coming in due to TLC running a Real Estate Pros marathon, I don’t know if Ginger and Richard are dating, nor do I have any nude/bikini pictures of Ginger. )
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Sunday, October 21, 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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