I keep going to bed later and later, rather than earlier, and it’s causing the bizarre weather patterns we’ve seen the past few days. Yesterday was grayish and then it brightened up to reveal that Los Angeles Weather was capable of clutch play, coming back in the final hours of the day to within a basket, then the rain and cold really put on the show, and dominated the night time. I went to bed thinking my team had lost once again. But no! I awoke to the sounds of chirping and talking sunbeams that encouraged me to wake, Wake!
I did, but was not cheered. A warm bed is something to be cherished no matter the weather. It’s particularly odious to leave the bed when you’re in a position that maximizes comfort and sleepiness. To roust oneself from the ideal situation into one that is less ideal, however cheery and sunny, is to start one’s day with dissatisfaction, and the feeling that one has already started the day off on the wrong foot. Indeed, the wrong foot is whichever one touches the floor first, and the foot that follows is lemming-esque in its nattering mimicry of its brother foot.
The consequence of going to bed later, other than the obscure but highly scientific connection with Los Angeles weather, is that it takes me longer to wake up. By wake up, I mean convert to fully functional human being capable of interaction with self and society in a meaningful fashion. I may be ‘awake’ in the strictest definition of the word, but just because my eyes are open does not mean I am able to discuss the failures of Bush’s public relations team in any other terms besides “Uggggggghhhhh.” And that’s not even referring to my sleep related moanings, which usually sound like a squirrel that’s been given a child’s dosage of Ritalin…five times, then run over and its feeble chattering recorded and played back at quarter speed.
Decipher, decipher. See what I’m saying? This is why blog posts shouldn’t be written right after waking up. Makes the narrative go screwy.
I started work for a bloke here in town who pays low dollar for someone to visualize his production company’s logo. I have a meeting with him on Thursday to show him the goods–I’ll be showing him the low-res, watermarked version, and then negotiate for some percentage points on his next film sale. I’m doing this without a contract up-front, but it doesn’t mean I’m prepared to settle. I’ve also been asked to work titles for a couple of different films, so that’s on my plate, but those have lower billing since they’re non-paying. Then I’ve got Floyd County web work, which continues at a snail’s pace, mostly through lack of content, and somewhat through my inability to conquer a bug with one of the browsers (if you guessed Internet Explorer, you win a pack of screaming piglets as representation of my pain whenever I have to code for IE). It’s as if you’ve constructed a skyscraper that looks fantastic, and then you check the other three sides and see that it is, in fact, only a facade for a series of pipes and rebar that go up and up and up, supporting your giant cardboard front. That’s how I feel whenever I try to dismiss IE. Oh, no one uses it!
Except 90% of the morons on the internet. Not even my site looks perfect in IE. But I finally came to a conclusion about it that I have made peace with: Screw it. But I can’t, so I’m off to build another side of the skyscraper. Wish me luck. See you tomorrow.