August 31, 2009

V SRS Thinking

Filed under: Life

When I wrote 180 from Convention I got my hands satisfyingly dirty (in a figurative, purging words and thoughts sort've way). And after the first hit of gratification I wanted more. (MORE THOUGHTS! MORE FEELINGS! MORE SPECULATION! MORE V. SRS THINKING!) As you'd expect - if you also lived in this LOL UNIVERSE of mine - circumstances immediately thought otherwise.

Within minutes of me writing and posting the journal entry one of our rats waddled over to the phone jack in the wall and CHEWED ANOTHER FUCKING MICROFILTER. (<- With an exception of perfume - FUCKING PERFUME! - the other delicacy favored by all of our rodent roommates has been computer cables, particularly the all important INTERNET ONES.)

It took two fucking days to get our hands on a fucking replacement. ("THAT'S OKAY, I NEED TO LEARN PATIENCE ANYWAY. AND NOW THAT I'VE BEEN PATIENT AND LEARNED MY LESSON ABOUT THE VALUE OF PATIENCE I CAN GO BACK TO BEING A V. SRS THINKER AND HAMMER OUT MY V. SRS THINKER THOUGHTS ONCE AGAIN.") But then - OH, THAT'S RIGHT, I BEGAN THIS SENTENCE WITH "BUT THEN" INFERRING AND HINTING TOWARDS SOME SORT OF CONFLICT - Italics began waking up with me, effectively wiping out my "computer time".

(We have bizarre schedules that aren't bizarre in the least once you get a handle of our monthly and daily cycles and routines. We aren't completely nocturnal, but we are in tune with our circadian rhythms. Half the month we'll be up at night, the other half we'll be up during the day. Our sleeping patterns slowly creep forward every day so every day we're going to bed a little bit later than the day before which means we're waking up a bit later than the previous day. Slowly, but surely, we work through the hours of the day, so some weeks we wake up early morning, the next week we're waking up mid-morning, the week after we're getting up early afternoon and the cycle goes on, repeating itself indefinitely.)

(Italics does the majority of his computer work during his "night" when I'm in bed which means he's up anywhere 2-4 hours later than me. I do the majority of my computer work during my "morning" when he's still in bed catching up on those 2-4 hours. Our slightly staggered sleeping schedule means we both have a portion of our day where we can work without distraction. <- I AM TOTALLY //AWESOME// WHEN IT COMES TO PROVIDING DISTRACTIONS, BTW.)

(When Italics wakes up the beginning of my real day starts and unless I'm heavily involved in something on-line (or on the computer) I don't have a chance to work on anything again until the next "morning" since the house(demon)wife switch gets flipped to "on". <- Which really isn't HIS fault; once he's up I know it's time to get breakfast started (usually I haven't eaten for my 2-4 hours of computer time) and with my first thought of cooking an avalanche of domestic thoughts comes crashing down and I get way too distracted with superficial shit to be able to concentrate on writing.)

SO! So the rats chewed the damn cable which meant we were without internet connection for a few days, and THEN, when it returned, Italics began waking up with me and by the time we comfortably fell back into our staggered sleeping schedule I totally missed the V. SRS THINKING train by a few days. (Oops! And I had more I wanted to say and explain and clarify and LOL about. It seriously feels like I got interrupted in the middle of a presentation and NEVER GOT TO WRAP IT UP WITH A GRAND FINALE OF "AND IN CONCLUSION...", does that mean I fail or get an incomplete?)

Oh, well, I'll have all winter to engage in V. SRS THINKING (<- BOTH A WARNING AND TEXTUAL TEASE OF THINGS TO COME!).