Ways to make weedends suck less.

Well, I would have to say, "Attend Linux convention on Saturday, go home Saturday night and write about it all night long, and sleep almost the whole day Sunday" would have to belong in the top 10. :)

Of course, reconfiguring my brain to once again assume a "normal" sleep schedule might pose interesting. But that's nothing I haven't been able to handle a million times before.

lol. This morning, when I brought up the Lounge page, and saw the size of the scroll bar indicator in Netscape, I just had to laugh. I guess the show was... inspiring. Yes, inspiring.

Hey, at least this time I actually had something tangible to write about. Unlike last weekend.

Yeah, so today, I pretty much did nothing. Which was just fine by me. Lots of sleep. A little read. A little eat. A little tv. Futurama. Gonna be Simpsons. X Files. More fun.

When I grow up, I want to be a bureaucrat just like Hermes! lol. "Bring me the paperwork to file so she can be taken away!" LOL. That whole episode was just too funny.

Back on the topic of the longest rambling in history: Sitting here now, I can't help but wonder if anybody is actually going to want to read that whole mess. I thought about proof reading it for typos afterwards, but one attempt to even scroll down through the whole thing, and I was just like, "I'm going to BED!"

Didn't want to read it after waking up today either. Actually... I seldom read my own ramblings, except perhaps to glance briefly at them after writing. When I do look at them, I have to wonder why people who keep coming back to this page actually bother. If I wouldn't, and I'm me, why would anybody else? Guess that's just one of those eternal mysteries.

Write only. Never look at it again. Reminds me of notes I took in college. Write 'em down, stick 'em in a binder somewhere, clutter up the room, eventually to the drawer, and later the closet. Then, when I go on a big cleaning spree, I dig out all these old scribbles and wonder, "What the hell was this?"

One of my pet peeves in school were teachers who always assumed that if you weren't scribbling down every word that came out of their mouths, you didn't want to learn, or were uninterested in the material. To me, trying to write things down that I knew would never be read again just seemed like wasteful diversion of processor time that could be better used to more fully absorb what was being said. Or sometimes not. Depends on the type of material, I guess. I just hated the ones who were like, "If you're not taking notes, you're not learning" Anyway...

An old itch.

Well, my room's clutter has increased even more after yesterday's gathering spree, and I'm late for Simpsons. Peace to all.