Emerson wrote, "The reward of a thing well done is to have done it."
In contrast, the punishment of accomplishment is to run out of things to do. I detest being bored, or devoting my time to making incremental improvements on uninteresting tasks (unpacking, laundry, data archiving, maintenance, etc.) but it looks like my destiny tonight is to wallow in it.
Two hours in to my evening at home and I'm already itching for some externally-imposed committment. Christ, what a Tool am I.
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9 comments:
You could "commit" yourself to practicing your spelling! Ha!
Dude, if you're going to be a spelling-fascist, at least get it right. I included an extra 't'. If I knew who you were, I'd still talk to you in the morning. You might even get toast for breakfast. It's okay.
I need to get Amittai to read here. His advice would be to commit/wreak/vow/undertake/violate myself to a more stringent schedule of self-entertainment. Twice daily, for good measure and excellent hygiene.
Guess who woke up for work at 10am? I can't figure out why I sleep through my alarm clock while random static on the radio wakes me up. But now, showered and clothed, I'm ready to get together some evaluation boards and a Mouser order. muxwz, dear mother.
Clearly you need to start using Ventolin as your alarm clock. I guarantee you can't sleep through it, though it might make your first few waking moments every day somewhat unpleasant.
3333 Hz! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
-rsw
According to Google, Ventolin is a prescription drug. Tell me more!
Ventolin is both a prescription drug and track 5 from Aphex Twin's album, "I Care Because You Do." It opens with an ear-melting 3333 Hz tone followed by a positively gorgeous cacaphony---crashing, screeching, the whole bit. Impossible to sleep through, I assure you.
You'll almost certainly recognize it, and its potential as a sort of "what-the-fuck-*crash*-fall-out-of-the-loft-now-I'm-awake-where's-the-power-switch-must---turn---it---off."
I like to think of it as the alarm clock God used to make sure he got up in time for the whole seven days thing.
http://positron.jfet.org/bitbucket/mp3/a/aphex-twin/i-care-because-you-do/
The username and password are what they've always been; ping me via port 25 if you need to refresh the DRAM.
-rsw
Wow. Your blog is telling me I'm long-winded by cutting off the right edges of my comments.
-rsw
Wozz0r! Can you send me the pictures you took of you-know-who for the calendar!?!
Ah, the Ventolin alarm clock, that got me up on time clear through my senior year of high school (Weebles stole the idea from me). What's great is that it's so traumati^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H effective that you'll quickly train yourself to wake up before it goes off, kind of a "good lord, Ventolin is about to start, must get up and turn it off before it comes on, go go Go GO GO!" sort of thing.
Oh, and anonymous (better known as rsw), the Choose an Identity -> Other option exists for a reason.
Well lookie there. I'm myself again.
I actually found that waking up to Flim is pretty pleasant. If you're really tired, it won't get you up, but most of the time it's enough to kick me out of bed, and with a smile on my face.
But yeah, I guess I did steal the Ventolin alarm clock from you, though I'd completely forgotten that it was stolen.
-rsw
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