Thanks to the Northerly latitude I live at I don’t have to get up before sunrise (which this morning was at 6:20am), that’s not to say I am not awake at that time. I can still wrap my head in a pillow while Baby G makes noises and pretend that at 6.30am I have had a lie in. Come December that will all change as our closest star won’t make an appearance until gone 8am, by which time I will already be at my desk at work.
Dawn, whenever it may be always arrives in the morning but the only use for A.M. is to be asleep and not wake up. I am not designed to wake up before the sunrise (whenever that is), nor should I be woken by any loud ringing noise or external stimulus. I am a sensitive soul who should be allowed to fall asleep when I am tired and wake up when I’m not.
I woke up to a reminder that it has been one year since the Red Posting, the day when I went all Lannister on this site and removed every post from the last few years. The reasons why I did it are now a bit of a blur, normally the destruction of this site is accompanied by a downturn in my mood, because on this occasion I had no reason send everything to the trash bin.
Since then I have been slowly rebuilding the site to be a better version. I can’t remember which one I am on now because I have been through as many cycles of rebirth and destruction as The Matrix. This time it does feel a bit like the ending to that trilogy, the cycle may have been broken but it has probably left a bunch of people disappointed.
Now one year on from the ‘do-over’ I’m not sure what has really changed. The number of posts is at a similar volume, and the quality is just as erratic, but I have become more regular at putting something up here (so far I am on track with the Daily Post challenge, beating my previous record by eight months).
SARS, ebola, a serious case of missing legs. Growing up these were still not valid reasons to miss a day of school. Only once I lost the capacity to see, hear and write (and it had to be a compete set) could I think about staying home sick.
As an adult it’s a bit easier to self-diagnose the risk of going to work while incapacitated, perhaps because Mother G won’t have to look after me sitting feeling all sorry for myself. After a number of years of living alone I have been able to cope with not feeling great by just sitting sullenly in front of the TV. Should I allow others to take care of me, when I prefer to soldier on alone?
I don’t like feeling unwell. I have a certain dislike to the sensation that my fragile mortality is being tested by external causes. The fact that I can be brought low by a few single cell organisms makes me feel that my impending doom is ever nearer. Being a typical man who has suffered (yes SUFFERED) through the masculine strain of Orthomyxoviruses I would rather just sit and wait an illness out.
The music when I was born was depressing, it was either the theme from M*A*S*H or don McLean’s crying. Not an entirely auspicious start, although whether the music was for me or the world is still up for discussion (on a brighter note Funkytown was number one in the US).
Throughout my life the number one popular music hit has been a pretty good barometer of my life, I’ve been lucky that I have been blessed that the top of the charts on my birthday has also been a classic. To prove the point I have a Spotify list already assembled (find me at https://play.spotify.com/user/mr_chattaway I’m busy moving from iTunes).
Apparently I am a sleeping Stradivarius, this is the opinion of Mrs G who is constantly frustrated at my crazy desire to obtain more than seven hours sleep. Given that this would be sixty minutes more a day it would only equate to losing a year and a half of awake time over the next forty years.
As an adult I currently operate on 85% of my preferred sleep time, with the rest of the day spent complaining that I am tired. Sleep and tiredness dominate my life more than any other Sims life based requirement (with the possible exception of bladder).
This weekend we will be able to catch up on some of the lost hours (and I know that Sleep-debt is a myth) but this will be offset by a later bedtime, but this weekend I’ll be able to regress to being a teenager again.
One of the great lies in the Star Wars Universe is the validity of choosing the dark side. I get the path is fraught with a few missteps (oh god, not the younglings) but the idea that it is not as strong is hokum. I’m currently replaying the great Knights of the Old Republic and very early on you get to decide whether you are going to be the next Yoda or Vader.
In modern RPGs there is this morality split of whether you choose the path of the enlightened good guy, or pursue the path of a douche. That’s a bit unfair, the split is often to decide if you try to help everyone you come across and right the wrongs of the world or prefer to not intervene and let chaos reign.
However this further becomes a choice of extra healing powers (light side) or the ability to shoot electricity from your fingertips (dark side). Come on fear, let’s starting walking down that path.
The best part of having a toddler is the workout you receive just trying to keep up with them. Our own little Feliciraptor has reached the brain development stage where she is practically human and this now means we really get to have fun and play with her.
The toddler stage was the period I was most looking forward to as I really wanted us to both have fun together. Now she has reached that milestone I am not disappointed. I’m able to be silly with Mrs G but the littler one never judges me
The great thing about having a toddler to play with is that it makes me feel young again. She is like a little fountain of youth that everyone around has been able to drink from.
I love robots, and I love giant monsters, so the news that Guillermo del Toro is looking to add Godzilla to the Pacific Rim movie is the best official news I have had this year. You see Pacific Rim may be the greatest film I have ever seen. This isn’t a view based upon quality of writing, story or characterisation. It is based on the fact I have never been lucky enough to watch anything that has entertained so much. For just over two and a half hours I was in rapture.
Seriously, this is the most fun I have ever had in the cinema. I was worried after watching the trailers because I was so excited, the geek site reviews loved it, it was being billed as one of the best summer blockbusters in years. My own internal hype was maxed out, but I’ve been disappointed before (*cough* The Hobbit). As the lights went down and the trailers passed the music started. It was within a few seconds I knew this was going to be something special.
To get you in the mood here is the intro music, play it while you read it is now the soundtrack to my life.
Sitting in the car, stuck in traffic is horrible. While I listen to the radio I am thankful that I am in my own company and not longer a prisoner of public transport. By driving I am no longer having to take the train and rely on the omnishambles that is the British Rail network. After being a commuter for half a year I came to realise the horror of the daily ride to work. I’ve always been used to travelling alone either by car or foot but being enclosed with other people just highlights my dislike of being a member of the public.
Now though I am back on the rails and commuting into to work via the majesty of the British rail network. This means slow and overcrowded trains and my best impression of being horrendously anti-social so nobody dares to talk to me. Continue reading “Train chatter, or Middle Seat”→